The Runaway Princess of Monaco | A Beautiful Royal Love Story Full Movie

Announcing the arrival of the Morning Scroll. By order of His Majesty King Edward III, I shall leave it on the table. My apologies, Great-Aunt Vivienne. You really do not have to look at me like that. Formal arrangements confirmed. Prince Lucien arrives Thursday. Engagement announcement to follow the royal banquet. Not one of you is going to help me, are you? Prince Lucien. Thursday. I have spoken to him four times. Twice at formal dinners where we were not allowed to speak freely. Once at a garden party where it rained and we argued about whether to move inside. Once through a letter which his secretary clearly wrote for him, Keo. Because he used the word, henceforth. And nobody under sixty uses henceforth. Do not give me that look. You are just like Great-Aunt Vivienne. Wonderful. Even the birds. Thursday is four days away. That is quite a lot of time for something to happen. Her Royal Highness Princess Celeste is requested in the hall. Yes, yes, I am coming. No. No. Absolutely not. When have I ever thew? No. Who approved this one? I would not wear you to my own funeral. There you are. I have been looking for you. Your Highness. The engagement gown. Dame Rosalie. Good morning. Good morning, Your Highness. The engagement gown. You said that already. I find repetition helpful in certain situations. It is very beautiful, Dame Rosalie. Thank you, Your Highness. I am not wearing it today. The King specifically requested. Today is a Tuesday. Yes. The formal presentation is Thursday. That is a Thursday dress. It would be entirely incorrect to wear a Thursday dress on a Tuesday. And what exactly are you planning to wear on this Tuesday, Your Highness? That is a garden dress. For gardening. Getting some air. Put the engagement gown on the chair. I will be outside the door, Your Highness. For the air getting. Wonderful. I will be very quick. What is your name? Oh, Boer. Lily, Your Highness. Lily. Have you ever done something that everyone around you thought was a terrible idea, but you knew, you absolutely knew, was the right thing? I once cut my own hair with kitchen scissors at midnight, Your Highness. How did it turn out? Terribly, but I do not regret it. Exactly. Lily. Yes, ma'am. If the head attendant asks, though, I was here until at least eight o'clock. I am very bad at remembering times, ma'am. It is a personal failing. You are my favorite person I have met this week. Four days is too long to wait for a life you do not want. Right on time. I will be back before Thursday. Probably. Ow. Your Highness, the crossroads ahead. Left for the port. Right for the Amalfi Road. Right. That road is not well maintained, Your Highness. It has not been used since... Right, please. Oh. Oh, this is lovely. There you are. Your Highness. What happened? The rear axle. The road broke it. How long to fix it? Half a day, if I can find a blacksmith. The nearest village is down there, somewhere. Fix the carriage. I will be in the village. Alone? The king would never. The king is in a meeting until noon. He will never know. God help us all. Ciao, bella. Oh, I like it here. You want to buy or just smell? Just smell. Sorry. They do not smell like this at home. Where is home? North. That was not my fault. I am very sorry. I did not see the... the wheel thing. I will help. I will pick them up. All of them tents. The wheel was loose already. I believe you completely. It was. Of course. What did he say? He said you are the clumsiest person to visit this village in 40 years. Is that the worst one he has said? No. Are you going to help or just translate the insults? What's going on? Be careful. I'm so sorry. I dropped the oranges. It's okay. It's just a small accident. I hope you forgive me. It's nothing. Don't worry. Thank you. It's okay. It's okay. What did you say to him? I told him you were my cousin. That you were raised very far from civilization. And that I was deeply sorry on behalf of our entire family. Your cousin? It seemed simplest. Theo? Celeste. Just Theo? Just Celeste. I came to this village to disappear quietly. That was the plan. How is that going? Not well so far. Where are you headed? Nowhere specific. Me neither. You tipped over a fruit cart going nowhere specific? I tip things over everywhere. It is not destination dependent. Look at this place. It's beautiful. This is perfect. Coffee? Desperately. Two coffees? Please. What did she say? She said everything is fresh. Very proud village. You really did come here to disappear. Is it that obvious? You have the look. What look? Like someone just put down something very heavy. What about you? What about me? Same look. Different weight. Should we be honest with each other? Absolutely not. I am enjoying this tremendously. Fair enough. Theo. This is the best thing I have eaten in two years. I know. I have had three already this morning. Three rind? When did you arrive? Before the cart incident. You were here before the cart incident and you still managed to... And... The wheel was loose. I cannot stress this enough. You have never been to a market before. Of course I have. You are touching everything like it might disappear. I simply appreciate things. You smelled a bundle of thyme for 45 seconds. It was very good thyme. Oh. For the signorina, jasmine. Very fresh this morning. We have these at the palace, Feng, at home. But they grow them in perfect rows. They never smell like this. The palace. My grandmother's house. We call it the palace. It is very old. Very dramatic architecture. She was an eccentric woman. Clearly. Grazie. You did not have to. It is jasmine. Not a declaration. Can I ask you something? You can try. That carriage on the clifftop road. The broken one. Was it yours? What carriage? The dark one. No crest. Two grey horses. I passed it on my way down. The driver looked. Very official for a broken down carriage on an empty road. I did not notice it. You came down the exact same path. I was looking at the view. Just Celeste. Just Theo. The mandolin sounds like it is coming from the square. I want to see. You are very easily distracted. And you are very good at changing subjects. I simply appreciate the music. Ah, every Tuesday. Just like clockwork. Don't stop now. Kids are spinning. What is the occasion? I asked Bruno earlier. Every Tuesday. They just can't play. Every Tuesday. No reason. Just Tuesday. Venite. Venite tate. Non state alla porta come ospiti. Non ci sono ospiti qui. Solo gente. What did she say? She said come in. The whole speech was come in? She is expressive. Eccola. Venga, venga. Vieni, vieni. Theo. You know this dance? I do not think so. It does not matter. The feet know even when the head does not. Are you going to stand there? Yes. The fig tree needs company. The fig tree and I have an understanding. Devi ballare. Queste sono le regole. Even the mandolin player do not say anything. I am saying nothing. Your face is saying something. My face is neutral. Your face is the opposite of neutral. Starving. You are staring at the sea again. I stare at it at home too. It looks different here. Same sea. Different position. At home I look at it from very high up. Very high, behind glass mostly. Behind glass. The windows are large and very clean. Someone cleans them every morning. Someone cleans your windows every morning. My grandmother's house again. Very grand. Very many windows. My father has people who clean his windows too. Does he? And his floors. And his correspondence. And occasionally his opinions. You did not choose to come here, did you? Someone's plan fell apart. And this was the gap. Something like that. What was the plan? The one that fell apart? A meeting. Very important. Very arranged. Not something I agreed to so much as was informed of. What kind of meeting? The kind with formal seating arrangements and a speech someone practiced the night before. Theo, this arranged meeting, was it meet by any chance in Monaco? Why would you ask that? Because mine was too. The carriage on the cliff road. Was mine. Yes. Are you the princess of Monaco? Yes. And the meeting you escaped from? Was with Prince Luciano of the Northern Territories. And yours? Prince Theodore of Avignon. The meeting was also a formal introduction. Different princess. Same general catastrophe. We are the same person. Apparently. This is either very funny or very terrible. Give it a moment. It will be both. Do you ever feel like your life is a very beautiful painting that someone else made of you? Every single day. Everything in it is lovely. The colors are right. The frame is extraordinary. But you did not choose any of it. Not even the frame. My father decided I would marry before I turned 26. He announced it at a state dinner. I found out with everyone else. He announced it without telling you first? He assumed I would agree. Did you? I smiled. Raised my glass. Said the correct things. And then I came here. My mother cried when she told me about Prince Luciano. Happy tears. She held my hands and her eyes were full. And she said, this is everything I wanted for you, Celeste. And you could not tell her? How do you tell someone that their everything is not yours? What do you actually want? If the painting were yours to make. Today. I want today. This exact thing. A wobbly table and cold bread and someone who tipped over a fruit cart and had absolutely no idea who I was. And tomorrow? Tomorrow I want someone who asks me things. Real things. Not what I will wear to the banquet. Or whether I prefer the East Wing or the West. Someone who asks what I actually want. What do you want, Celeste? You just did it again. I know. What do you want? To not go back yet. Then don't. Not yet. There are considerably more stars here than in Avignon. There are considerably more stars here than anywhere I have been. Maybe we were just always inside too much. Maybe. Marco, the milk is on the counter. Don't be silly. That smells incredible. Sit down. You look like someone who slept on a decision. I have run this inn for 30 years. Yours is carrying something heavy. But you slept better than you expected. Yes. Actually. The sea does that. You cannot worry properly near the sea. It is too loud. You were fine yesterday. Sit down, prince who is not a prince. Coffee is ready. She knows. How? I told you. 30 years. Sit. Are you going to tell anyone? No. This village minds its own business. Besides, you tipped over Bruno's cart yesterday. He has been telling that story since noon. You are already famous here. Famous people we protect. That is dull. Not the reason I hoped. Famous is famous. So how long are you staying? We have not paid. I mean, we are not exactly together. We met yesterday at the cart. We are simply dead. Two separate people who happen to be at the same inn. Of course. Two separate people who sat at my worst table for three hours last night talking to each other like nobody else existed. More bread? She is terrifying. I adore her completely. Your highness. Thank God. I have been on that cliff road since before sunrise. The carriage driver sent word. And the king. Pierre. Lower your voice. The king knows you are gone. Dame Rosalie is a passer. I do not have a word for what Dame Rosalie is. The engagement meeting is tomorrow morning. Sit down, Pierre. Your highness. Sit down. How much time do I have before anyone comes after you? I told the head guard I was following a false lead north. You have time. Maybe four hours before they stop believing me. And you did that why? Because Margot asked me to. And because you once spent an entire afternoon helping me find my sister's lost dog when you were supposed to be at a state function. The dog was also named Pierre. It was a strange day. Thank you, Pierre. Four hours. Then we should not waste them. How did you find this? Bruno. He drew me a map on a napkin this morning. Bruno drew you a map? We have an understanding now. Post-orange incident. When I was small, I used to collect stones from the garden of the estate where I grew up. I had a whole box of them under my bed. What happened to them? A housemaid found them. Threw them away. Said they were just rocks. They were not just rocks. No. They were every afternoon I had spent outside when I was supposed to be inside learning something correct. My version was books. I used to hide novels inside my history texts during lessons. My tutor never noticed because he was also secretly reading something else. What was he reading? Poetry. Extremely romantic poetry. He was very stern about it when I found out. Did you tell anyone? He knew things about the orange incident before it happened. What happens when you go back? The meeting. The arrangement. All of it still waiting exactly where I left it. And you will go through with it? I do not know yet. What about you? Four hours ago I would have said no. Absolutely not. And now? Now I am sitting on a rock in a hidden cove with someone who tipped over a fruit cart and argued with his boots this morning. And I cannot think past this particular moment at all. Celeste. I want to say something. And I need you to not be a princess for 30 seconds while I say it. I have not been a princess since yesterday morning. Good. I have spent two days with you. In a village I did not plan to visit. After a cart disaster I did not plan to cause. And I have not once, not for one moment wanted to be anywhere else. That has not happened to me before. I thought you should know. It has not felt this way for me before either. That is not four hours. It is not. How many did your father send? Four guards. And Dame Rosalie. Your Highness. Dame Rosalie. You are aware that Prince Edward's family has been in the Blue Salon since 9 o'clock this morning. I am aware. You are aware that your father has not left his study since midnight. I was not aware of that one. And you are. Theodore of Avignon. Of course you are. Give them a moment. Up the steps. Your father did not sleep, Celeste. Not because he was angry. Because he was frightened. You have to go back. Yes. And the meeting... Is still there. Celeste, yesterday, now this morning, now none of it was well. I know. It was not nothing. Do not say it was nothing. I was going to say it was the realest two days I have had in years. Then what do we do with that? I do not know yet. But I am going to figure it out. Go home, Celeste. Talk to your father. And you? I have my own conversation to have. So you do not forget the cove. I was not going to forget the cove. I know. But now you have evidence. Theo? Yes. The orange cart. That really was the wheel's fault, wasn't it? Mm-mm. Mostly. Right then. Jerioka! Do not announce her. Come in, Celeste. Papa, I am sorry. You are safe. I am safe. That is the only thing that matters right now. Sit down. Tell me. Papa- They can wait another hour. Sit. I cannot marry someone I feel nothing for. I tried to imagine it, T. The banquet, the announcement, all of it. And there was nothing there, Papa. Not even the beginning of something. I know. You? No? Your mother feels things in grand gestures. I feel them in details. I watched you at the last state dinner. You spent the entire evening talking to his elderly aunt about her garden. She was fascinating. You were not at that table, Celeste. No. You were somewhere else entirely. No. You have always been somewhere else entirely. Tell me about the village. How did you- Dame Rosalie. She tells me everything. Eventually, there was someone there. Yes. Who? A young lord from the south of France. He was with prayer, also escaping something arranged. Avignon. King Renaud's son. Yes. He tipped over a fruit cart in the village. The messenger mentioned it three times. The wheel was already loose. Prince Lucian's family leaves tomorrow morning. I will speak to them tonight, diplomatically. It will be handled. Papa! You are my daughter, Celeste, not a treaty. I should have remembered that more clearly. Do you think he will come? Theodore? He said he had a conversation to have with his father. I do not know if- A young man who chases a young woman across the coast and argues with fruit carts tends to finish what he starts. Your Majesty. There is a rider at the gate. From Avignon. Show them in. Go change your dress. You have wilted jasmine in your bag strap. I know. I like it there. Good man. Prince Lucian. I owe you an honest conversation. I believe I owe you one as well, Your Highness. You do not want this either. There is someone. At home. My father does not approve because she is not this. She is a painter. She argues with me constantly. She is the best person I know. She sounds wonderful. She is completely wonderful. Lucian. You did not tell me there was a- No, Mama. I did not. And I should have. Much earlier. I did try to announce Teng. He would not wait- It is fine, George. I apologize for the interruption. I rode from Avignon. My father sends his regards, Your Majesty. He also sends this. I have one thing to say, and then I will leave, if you want me to. Two days ago, I walked into a village I did not plan to visit. I knocked over a fruit cart. He knocked over a fruit cart. Lucian? And I met someone who translated my insults. Convinced a fruit seller I was her cousin. And kept a wilted flower in her bag because she liked it there. And I have not stopped thinking about her since she climbed a cliff and disappeared. I am not good at formal speeches. My father writes mine, usually. But he told me this one I had to do myself. Celeste. I would very much like to see what happens next. If you would. You have dust on your jacket. I rode fast. Your hair is... I am aware. You knocked over a fruit cart. The wheel was loose. I will never stop saying that. I would very much like to see what happens next, too. Mama. I need to tell you about the painter. Hmm. Is she good? She is extraordinary. Tell me then. Your hair has flowers in it. Jasmine. I put them there myself. They suit you. I know. She did it. So proud. Your father danced with Dame Rosalie. I saw. She pretended to hate it. She did not hate it. Not even slightly. Bruno came all the way from Positano. I invited him. And Katerina? And Lily the seamstress? You invited the seamstress. She kept my secret and cut her own hair with kitchen scissors at midnight. She deserved an invitation. Are you happy? I am sitting on a balcony above the sea with someone who still has a pebble in his pocket from a beach in Positano. I will always have a pebble in my pocket from a beach in Positano. Then yes. I am happy. Do you know what I keep thinking about? The oranges. The wheel was... loose. It was genuinely... I know. I know it was.