Prince Henry: I have been born to privilege, and with that comes specific obligations.
Leonardo da Vinci: Horseshit.
Queen Marie: Baroness de Ghent, you are forthwith stripped of your title. And you and your horrible daughter are to be shipped to the Americas on the first available boat-unless, by some miracle, someone here will speak for you.
[There is dead silence amongst the Royal Court crowd.]
Rodmilla: [Anxiously looks around.] There seem to be quite a few people out of town.
Princess Danielle: [Voice from offscreen.] I will speak for her.
[Princess Danielle appears behind Rodmilla. The entire Royal Court bows. Shocked, Rodmilla turns to face Princess Danielle.]
Princess Danielle: She is, after all, my stepmother.
[Princess Danielle approaches Rodmilla and stops in front of her.]
Rodmilla: [Reluctantly she begins to slowly bow.] Your Highness.
Prince Henry: Marguerite.
[Shocked Marguerite turns toward Henry.]
Prince Henry: I don't believe you've met... My wife.
Princess Danielle: [With poise and composure she speaks softly.] I want you to know that I will forget you after this moment, and never think of you again. But you, I am quite certain, will think about me every single day for the rest of your life.
Rodmilla: And how long might that be?
Princess Danielle: [Looks at King Francis and Queen Marie.] All I ask, Your Majesties, is that you show her the same courtesy that she has bestowed upon me.
[After pelting the 'horse thief' with many apples.]
Danielle: Forgive me, Your Highness, I did not see you.
Henry: Your aim would suggest otherwise.
Danielle: I insist you return my things at once. And since you deprive me of my escort, I demand a horse as well.
Gypsy Leader: M'lady, you may have anything you can carry.
Danielle: [Quickly glances at Prince Henry.] May I have your word on that, sir?
Gypsy Leader: [Thinks about it.] On my honor as a Gypsy, whatever you can carry.
[Danielle walks to Prince Henry, lifts him over her shoulders and begins to walk off with him. All the gypsies laugh.]
Gypsy Leader: [Laughing.] Wait! Please, come back! I'll give you a horse!
King Francis: Baroness. Did you or did you not lie to Her Majesty, the Queen of France?
Queen Marie: Choose your words wisely, madame, for they may be your last.
Baroness Rodmilla de Ghent: A woman would do practically anything for the love of her daughter, Your Majesties. Perhaps I did get a little carried away.
Marguerite: Mother! What have you done?! Your Majesty, like you, I am just a victim here. She has lied to us both, and I am ashamed to call her family.
Baroness Rodmilla de Ghent: [Shoves Marguerite.] How dare you turn on me, you little ingrate!
Marguerite: [Feigns horror and shouts.] You see?! You see what I have to put up with?!
King Francis: [Pounds scepter on floor.] Silence! Both of you! Good Lord. [Looks at Jacqueline.] Are they always like this?
Jacqueline: Worse. Your Majesty.
Baroness Rodmilla de Ghent: [Angrily.] Jacqueline, darling, I'd hate to think you had anything to do with this.
Jacqueline: Of course not, Mother. I'm only here for the food.
Prince Henry: [Speaking to Leonardo da Vinci.] Sir, you are the very founder of forward thinking and my father is the king of backward. Perhaps you can talk him into the 16th century.
Leonardo da Vinci: Captain Laurent, do translate.
Captain Laurent: Uh, Prince Henry suffers from an arranged marriage, signor...among other things.
Prince Henry: I have no desire to be king.
Danielle: Oh, but think of all the wonderful things you could do for your country, for the world.
Prince Henry: Yes, but to be so defined by your position. To never be seen as who you are, but what you are. You have no idea how insufferable that is.
Danielle: You might be surprised.
King Francis: I shall simply deny you the crown and...live...forever!
Baroness Rodmilla De Ghent: Darling, nothing is final until you're dead. Even then, I'm sure God negotiates.
[After Marguerite shouts at the servant.]
Baroness Rodmilla de Ghent: Marguerite, precious, what do I always say about tone?
Jacqueline: A lady of breeding ought never to raise her voice any louder than the...gentle hum of a whispering wind.
Baroness Rodmilla de Ghent: Jacqueline, dear, do not speak unless you can improve the silence.
Baroness Rodmilla De Ghent: You have so much of your father in you. Sometimes I can almost see him looking out through your eyes.
Danielle: Really?
Baroness Rodmilla De Ghent: Yes, well, your features are so masculine. And, well, to be raised by a man no wonder you're built for hard labor.
Prince Henry: You would think I would know the way to my own castle.
Danielle: [From high up on a tree branch.] Why is it men never stop for directions? Ah! there it is! It is back that way!
Answer: Rodmilla is an untrustworthy source of information. Rodmilla arrogantly tells Danielle, "I have it on good authority that before your rather embarrassing debut, the prince was about to choose Marguerite to be his bride." I believe Rodmilla is lying to Danielle only to further torment her. Rodmilla plunges the figurative knife into Danielle by declaring her a "pebble in her shoe" step-daughter, before she's taken away by the repulsive Le Pieu. When Henry made the deal with his father, he was given the choice of finding "love" or to marry Spain's Princess due to the marriage treaty. Right before the ball, Henry in despair, thinks he failed at finding love, and King Francis tells him it may have been unfair to put so much pressure on him about Spain's marriage contract. Francis says, "We don't have to announce anything tonight," and Henry replies, "I've made my decision." Their conversation implies Henry agreed to marry the Princess of Spain, and the announcement was to be made at the ball.
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