A Royal Christmas Engagement

- That's me, Lauren, - Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas!

A marketing executive making her way in the big city...

Thank you!

Pursuing her dreams along with the millions of other hopefuls

who abandoned their small-town lives

for the sake of adventure.

I liked my job mostly,

but there were days when I questioned if it was worth it.

But then there were days like this day...

You wanted to see me?

When my boss put me on a different sort of project.

Are you familiar with L'Amour Chocolate?

Chocolates!

I like chocolate. Everyone likes chocolate.

But I didn't know how much I would learn to love chocolate

because chocolate would take me back home,

where chocolate and Christmas are king.

And ultimately, chocolate would also be how I fell in love

with a prince.

Oh, Lauren, I was looking for you.

Oh, please, Chelsea, don't tell me it's bad news.

Okay, I won't.

It is bad news, isn't it?

Lauren, it's no news at all.

I just wanted to tell you that Mr. Holiday wanted to see you

the second you got in.

Do you know what it's about?

Nope, but I wouldn't keep him waiting.

Okay. I'll just put my stuff down, and I'll be right there.

You wanted to see me?

Lauren, come on in. Take a seat.

Lauren, a remarkable opportunity has just fallen into our hands.

Are you familiar with L'Amour Chocolate?

Of course. I love them.

If I had a boyfriend, I'd ask for them for Valentine's Day.

Anyway, um,

Horizon had been in charge of their American account

for several years,

and it's not really anything special

because over 70% of L'Amour's business

is done in Europe and the UK.

But after major realignment,

they decided they want to change all that.

In fact, they have said that in the next ten years,

they would like to split their market share 50/50

with Europe and the United States.

Wow. That is a tall order.

Yes, and I happen to hear through the grapevine

that they're very unhappy

with Horizon's initial plan for the rollout.

So they've been talking to other agencies,

and they're in a hurry to make a decision,

so we need to present on December 20th.

Oh, wow.

Yes, wow.

- I want you to do the pitch. -

Great.

Yes.

Um, why me?

Why you?

Well, because you're young. Let's face it.

The reason why they're willing to kick Horizon to the curb

has to be because they're too old-school.

You cannot reach the average American buyer with old ideas.

It's not gonna happen.

So I want to start thinking outside the box.

Make no mistake.

I do realize that putting you in charge is a huge risk,

but I do like the risk-to-reward ratio here.

And let's face it.

Playing smart odds is what got me what I have today.

However, I am bringing in an international consultant

to help bolster those odds.

Oh. No offense, sir, but I don't need a consultant.

With all due respect, Lauren, yes, you do, okay?

The L'Amour account has far too much potential

for me to take any chances.

Okay. Who is it?

A young man named Paul Morton.

He comes from one of our partner agencies in Europe,

from the kingdom of Candashire.

Right. And when does he get here?

He gets here soon enough.

So why don't you go to your desk,

start thinking outside of the chocolate box.

- Okay. - Okay?

- Thank you. - Yes.

- Don't mess this up, Lauren. - Okay!

Can you set that up with my secretary?

- Right away. - Thank you.

Chelsea.

Okay, so what did he say?

Well, you're his executive assistant.

Shouldn't you know?

L'Amour Chocolates?

L'Amour Chocolates.

Oh! I'm so happy for you!

You deserve it.

Oh, thank you.

I just don't want to get too excited.

I mean, it's a fantastic opportunity,

but if I blow it, it might be my last shot.

Well, don't worry. You'll be great.

I heard about the L'Amour Chocolate account,

and I don't know how you can complain.

Well, good morning, Daria, and I'm not complaining.

Selling chocolate to Americans

is about as tough as selling tea to the British.

Well, I think if that were true, they wouldn't have come here,

and I probably wouldn't have been offered this project.

It should've been mine.

I have more experience than you in that marketing category.

This is so unfair.

Well, if you really want to get involved,

I'm gonna need some help in the consumer behavior analysis.

What do you say?

Sorry, but I'm busy.

Okay. Catch you next time.

So what are you thinking?

I'm thinking I do love this whiskey.

You should. It's your whiskey.

Royal Share Whiskey.

Paul, that's just a name you slapped on the bottle.

I still don't know what it even means.

I explained it to you.

In whiskey distilling,

a tiny bit of the spirit evaporates from the barrel

as the whiskey ages.

They call this the angel's share.

"Royal Share" is just a play on that.

After all, everybody wants to be a royal.

What's the matter?

What could possibly be the matter?

I get hungry, and I click my fingers.

I get bored, and the royal archive contains every book,

movie, TV show ever written in the last 50 years.

I feel a cold coming on,

there's a dozen servants with silk handkerchiefs

ready to wipe my nose.

So what could possibly be the matter?

Occupational hazard of being a prince.

You know when I was most happy?

When you and I were at boarding school together.

Of course! But the only thing we had to worry about

was getting caught sneaking into the girls' dorm.

I just want to do something meaningful

with my life, you know?

Doesn't have to be grand, but it's got to be rewarding,

and it's got to be mine.

Edward, listen to me.

Responsibility is overrated, believe me.

I was supposed to go to America

for an important consulting assignment.

Chocolates, of all things.

But with Natalie due in just three weeks,

I just want to be here for her when the baby's born.

Send somebody else. You have dozens of good people

that work for you.

True, but no one who I can really trust,

and no one who can really explain the European market

to the Americans.

No one with your experience or charm?

Exactly.

See, that's where you're wrong.

If you're looking someone to take your place in America,

well, I know just the fellow.

You can't be serious. You?

Well, why not?

For a million reasons,

least of all, you're the prince of Candashire.

Does anyone over there know what you look like?

No, I don't believe so.

But someone might certainly recognize you.

How could you ever pull it off?

Look, Candashire is not exactly on the front of the world stage.

And whether you believe it or not,

my face is not plastered all over

every magazine cover in America.

Okay, agreed, but what about your role as consultant?

You don't think I could pull it off, do you?

You don't think I look like a Paul?

- Well... - May I remind you

that my grades in market management

were just as good as yours.

Better.

Look, Paul, please.

I could really do something like this.

With my brother next in line for the throne,

I don't have much else to look forward to.

What you're asking for is crazy.

Well, I can very well just resort to the royal decree.

Well, then everyone would know, wouldn't they?

And you wouldn't want that.

I just hope you understand what you might be getting into.

Well!

Well, that settles it then.

To the two Paul Mortons.

Absolutely not! It's completely out of the question.

But why?

Well, whoever heard of such a thing.