How bright your future must be.
Oh, it is bright, dear Margaret.
For today my future truly begins.
I cannot be happier for you, Beauty.
For many is the maiden
who would give anything to marry Prince William.
But alas, he chose you.
In deed I am fortunate that Prince William
should choose me to be his bride.
You, whose very name, Beauty,
marks you as the most beautiful woman in the kingdom.
How could he choose otherwise?
Dear Margaret, you are a true friend.
Do be happy for me.
Oh, I am, Beauty, I am.
But...
But what? Something troubles you?
Tis your wedding that glorious day which you become
her Royal Highness by marrying the prince.
Yes.
- It is not to be. - Not to be?
Well, at least not today.
War has come from Saxony.
What has happened?
Oh, I had hoped that I would not have to be the one
to inform you of this dreadful news,
- but tell you I must. - Please do go on.
War. War has broken out at the Saxon border
and prince William, as his peoples' champion,
has been summoned away.
There will be no royal wedding today.
( sighs )
He shall return safely, I trust,
and then we shall marry.
He gave me this rose to present to you
as a token of his everlasting love and devotion.
- Here. - Ugh.
I shall cherish this rose until my love returns.
- Ow. - What is it, Beauty?
Oh, I pricked my finger
on one of the small thorns.
It is been a small cut, nothing really.
Do not be so sure, my Beauty.
Oh.
It will not be you who marries today, but me.