A Royal Romance in Ibiza (2026)

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Off the southwestern

seaboard of Ibiza

sits the ancient island

of Es Vedr.

People from all over the world

have been drawn

to its healing energy,

experiencing peace, clarity,

and hope for new beginnings.

"The King and Queen

of Montrovere spent

their summers in Ibiza,

enjoying the aura of Es Vedr."

I mean, can you believe

that next year

is a royal millennium?

How impressive is it

that the same family have

ruled for a thousand years?

My family can barely handle

who's bringing what

for Thanksgiving.

Who's your favorite royal,

by the way?

Mace, just let him concentrate

on the road.

Oh, yeah.

For sure, for sure, for sure.

Mine's probably Prince George.

I think he is the perfect heir

to the throne.

Oh, he's amazing.

And I think my second favorite

is probably Prince Nicholas,

aka, the Bachelor Prince.

You'd like him, Boss.

He is totally your type.

Tall, charming, handsome.

Actually, take my word for it.

Prince Nicholas Louis David

of Montrovere

is everyone's type.

Nope.

My only concern is what

a partnership

with the royal family can mean

for us as a new brand.

I'll leave the royal obsession

to you, Mace.

You've at least seen a picture

of him, right?

He's all over

the American gossip mags.

Really?

Doesn't he live in Europe?

Oh, you really do live

in your own little non-gossip

bubble, don't you?

He's been living in America

since he was about 8 years old.

His parents sent him

to boarding school.

Ooh. Really?

And there is a method

to their decision.

They sent him there

to broaden the monarchy's image,

you know,

to make them more relatable.

And it couldn't have been

that bad

since he's been there

ever since.

Hmm.

Is this an appropriate time

for another boat trip,

Your Highness?

Antonio, please address me

as Nico

when we're not in front

of my parents.

Yes, sir.

Speaking of the Majesties,

you can't avoid them forever,

not when you've promised

to tell 'em your grand destiny

before the Royal Garden Party.

And that's exactly

why we're here.

You know, I get my best ideas

at sea.

Definitely, yes, sir.

But um, you should also think

about your grand destiny.

Destiny.

All they care about

is their thousand-year-old

traditions.

The grand destiny

is the cornerstone

of the Montrovere dynasty,

the very foundation

on which it stands.

So, I do hope you will

at least--

Ah, it's nice to see you again,

Your Highness.

Always a pleasure, Diego.

Thank you.

Hi.

Uh.

Oh.

I can't believe we're staying

at the famous Atzaro Hotel.

This is where Rihanna, Shakira,

and Kate Hudson have all stayed.

Eeeh!

Ooh, I wonder if we get to stay

in one of their rooms.

What am I gonna do with you?

I read you loud and clear,

Bird's Nest.

Five is perfectly safe.

Over and out.

I hate that nickname, you know?

It's not a nickname,

Your Highness.

It's a code name.

And I suspect you like it

very well when it keeps

the crazies from finding out

where you are

and mobbing you in the streets.

Well, it's different

for me here.

No one in Ibiza

would ever do that.

Treat me like everyone else.

Refreshing.

Nonetheless, His Majesty

has made it very clear

that even though

the Royal Garden Party

is being held in Ibiza

this year,

security is

to remain as strict as ever.

Why did father decide

to hold the party here

this year?

I mean, don't get me wrong,

there's no place

I would rather be.

I love it here.

There's gotta be a reason.

One could inquire about

His Majesty's reasoning

if one were to attend

the many scheduled audiences

with the Majesties.

Hm.

I can't face them

until I've made my decision,

all right?

Don't look so worried,

all right?

I get my best ideas at sea, remember?

Yeah.

Definitely, yes.

We have our own living room.

And pool!

Oh, this is definitely

where Rihanna stayed.

What happened, sir?

My uncle's land here

on the island.

Sorry, sir?

I have a knack for knowing

which business ventures

- will be successful, right?

- Indeed, sir.

And I'm more myself here than

anywhere else in the world,

- right?

- Absolutely, yes, sir.

- But uh--

- I could build a luxury hotel

with a focus on health

and wellness,

not just for adults,

but for children as well.

This experience could be

educational and enjoyable

and possibly life-changing

for these families.

Can't you see it?

There's nothing like that here.

It's perfect!

It's perfect.

Yes. Uh--

Call the Royal Villa,

tell 'em I'll be at that meeting

after all.

Uh, but uh, sir--

Uh, the meeting

with the Majesties

was scheduled for half past.

Then we have to go very fast.

We have time for a swim though, right?

Of course, I do.

Have I ever told you that

you are the best boss

in the entire world?

Many times.

Seriously, being a part

of this project,

it's a dream come true.

And not just because it is

my literal dream

to meet the royal family.

Thank you for keeping me on

as your assistant.

You know, with everything that

Peter put you through,

I know that last year

wasn't easy.

You and I, we're a team.

I couldn't have done this

without you.

Plus, now that I've moved on

from Peter,

I could learn from my mistakes

and create

an even better company.

Heck, yeah!

Company rule number one,

never ever fall in love

on the job.

Mm, risky move.

For a novice, perhaps.

Unfortunately for you, my love,

I am not a novice.

Checkmate.

I trust you'll at least honor me

with a rematch?

Oh, yes, I will.

Mother, father.

Nicholas, what on earth?

You've startled

poor little Lulu.

Antonio, would you be a darling,

take Lulu for tinkles?

Our audience was scheduled

for half past, was it not?

Antonio?

It was, your Majesty.

Now, forgive me

for interrupting,

but I have to speak to you both.

The Queen and I have moved on

to some very important business.

If there's something you wish

to discuss,

I suggest you master the art

of punctuality.

Again, I apologize,

but I just thought

the two of you would like

to know that I discovered

my grand destiny this afternoon.

That's wonderful, darling!

Better late than never.

Yes.

So, what exactly

is this grand destiny?

It's a Montrovere thing.

It's-- dates back to like,

the Middle Ages.

Oh, fascinating.

But how does it work?

So, the firstborn royals

are prepared to rule

from the day they're born, right?

Their royal destiny's

pretty much locked in

from day one.

Okay, makes sense.

But the other royal siblings

are expected to find

their grand destiny.

Okay.

What is this grand destiny?

Okay, so the grand destiny

is where the second son

or I guess any member

of the royal family,

they choose an area of interest

and then pledge

to devote their lives to it,

all for the betterment

of their people.

It's kind of like,

like a college major,

but for the soul.

I like that.

It's a beautiful tradition,

everyone in the family

devoting themselves

to a higher purpose.

I know.

It's awesome.

You know, some,

they choose education or art

or charity.

I think the most impactful

in recent years

was Prince Nicholas I,

the king's younger brother.

And what did he major in?

Hope.

He was destined to help others

find their purpose in life.

Oh, and he built these beautiful

churches all over the world.

Now, there is someone

I would love to meet

at the Royal Villa.

He passed away, car accident.

He wasn't even 40.

Oh, that's-- that's awful.

But he lives on

in the people's hearts

and the places that he built.

That's the magic

of infrastructure.

Visitors could feel all the love

and hope built into a place

for generations,

and that is what it's all about.

Company rule number two,

never lose sight

of what it's all about.

Now Uncle Nicholas always felt

the land

on this island was very special,

full of powerful energy.

And I remember visiting here

as a boy and hearing his plans

to build one

of his churches here...

but unfortunately,

those plans died with him.

But the land here, it's--

it's just yearning

to be developed

into something new.

Now, father, with your blessing,

I would like to build

a wellness hotel

for families of all ages.

Let me prove to you that

I can make this work

and I will devote my life

to creating spaces like this

in every corner of our world.

My grand destiny.

Build a wellness hotel

on your uncle's land?

Interesting idea.

A good idea.

Such a good idea, in fact,

that I thought of it myself

nearly six months ago.

Wait, what?

And interviewed all the top

luxury developers

to select the perfect candidate

to oversee the project.

There were two that stood out,

both Americans,

but in the end,

we found that Dylan Harper's

proposal

was particularly impressive,

didn't we, dearest?

Indeed.

We expect it will be

quite some time

before we can break ground.

Permits, zoning laws, regulations.

So in the meantime,

we've invited Dylan Harper

and team to survey the land

and experience the beauty

of Ibiza.

And of course,

to be present

at the Royal Garden Party

when I will announce

the hotel plans.

So that's why the party's

in Ibiza this year.

Precisely.

In fact,

they've checked into their hotel

this very afternoon.

Well, that's just fantastic.

Was anyone gonna tell me?

Perhaps, if you'd attended any

of our requests for a meeting,

this wouldn't come

as such a surprise.

Father, please.

You must put a stop to this.

Must I?

With all due respect,

I don't need some American

who's never set foot

on this island--

If this were truly

your grand destiny,

you would not let your ego

cloud your vision.

Dylan Harper is highly respected

in the luxury development world.

You might learn something.

I expect you to be gracious

and show them all the splendor

this island has to offer.

I'm not a tour guide.

You are my son!

And an extension

of this family's unrivaled

reputation for hospitality.

Can I count on you?

Yes, father.

Good, good.

Now, if you have

no further objection,

I'd like to restore

my aura on the chess board.

This was such a great idea.

It's amazing in here.

Finally, I got you away

from work,

although I wish

I could get you away

from those sparkling waters.

Mace, you know

it makes me feel uneasy

if I'm not in control.

Oh, I know,

beggars can't be choosers.

At least, I got you out.

Are you gonna be okay by

yourself while I take this call?

Don't be silly, go.

Let's get something to eat,

then we get out of here.

Copy that?

Yes, mom, I'm wearing sunscreen.

Yes.

Uh, sparkling water, please.

Just sparkling water?

Yeah.

Um, excuse me.

Excuse me.

I'll have another one

of those as well, please.

Aren't we a fun bunch?

I'm Nico, by the way.

Hi.

It's nice to meet you, Nico.

Mm-hmm.

Okay.

Uh, sorry, mom, I have to go.

So, you're an American?

Uh, yeah,

and it sounds like you are, too.

Is that okay?

Yeah, and-- no, no.

I mean-- no, I'm not American.

But of course, it's okay.

It's just I've been relegated

to play tour guide

to some clueless guy

who just happens to be American,

all because someone doubts

my abilities

to manage a new project.

Look at me, I'm confiding

in a complete stranger.

It's not like me at all,

I'm-- I apologize.

I'm sorry.

No, you don't have to apologize.

I am happy

to be your first victim.

Confide away.

I suspect this Dylan Harper's

only in it for the money.

I can spot these guys

from a mile away.

Your Royal Highness,

it is an honor

to finally meet you.

Uh--

Your Royal what?

This is awesome.

I mean, I'm in awe to be

in the presence

of Prince Nicholas Louis David

of Montrovere.

You're the bachelor prince?

Well, uh, the tabloids insist

on calling me that,

but I really don't--

Your Excellence,

may I please introduce

my esteemed boss,

Ms. Dylan Harper of San Diego.

So, it seems like you two have

already met, so that's great.

Yay.

So, you're--

Just leaving.

- Are you ready to go, Mace?

- Oh, I just wanted to finish...

Nope, I'm ready to go.

I guess we'll be seeing a lot

of each other on the island,

Your Highness.

Oh, but I'm sure you could

spot me from a mile away.

Good morning, miss.

My name is Antonio--

Antonio Graziano,

Royal Aide to His Highness,

the Prince Nicholas.

Your hobbies include

crossword puzzles,

attending the royal opera,

and fencing.

Why, yes and uh,

you must be Ms. Macey,

personal assistant to Ms. Harper

and uh, royal enthusiast.

Guilty as charged.

It is a pleasure

to finally meet you.

Am I correct in understanding

it's just the two of you

that make up the visiting

development team?

Yep, it's just us.

She does all the developing

and you know,

I wear a bunch

of different hats.

I guess you and I have that

in common.

Indeed, miss.

I come bearing gifts,

compliments

of His Royal Highness.

No way.

And I've taken great pains

to learn your regular order,

so I trust they are prepared

to your satisfaction?

Uh, you do know

they sell coffee here?

But no tall double latte,

no foam, extra hot--

With three pumps of vanilla.

Oh, you're good.

Is this his idea

of a peace offering?

I can assure you, Ms. Harper,

His Highness

had no intention of--

Thank you, Antonio,

for the coffee,

but where I come from,

a sincere apology is made

face-to-face.

I'm inclined to agree,

Ms. Harper.

And uh, where

is His Highness this morning,

dare I ask?

Ms. Harper.

Your Highness.

Did you receive the coffee

I sent?

I did.

So, we're all good?

All good?

You did call me a clueless,

money-obsessed American.

I make no excuses for myself.

I acted terribly.

I was upset that you were hired,

I misjudged you,

and for that I am truly,

truly sorry.

Okay, that's a start.

Start?

It's not every day a royal

admits he's wrong, you know?

You know, when my brothers

and I got into arguments,

we'd first apologize,

then we'd take it out

on the courts.

Well,

I've been out here all morning,

so I think it's safe to say

whatever aggression I had,

I got it out hours ago.

Well, that may be true for you,

Your Highness, but...

I just got here.

So, a game?

Right now?

You're serious?

Do you object?

Well, don't you think our time

would be better spent

beginning to work

on our new hotel project?

Oh, nothing's more important

than clearing the air

after yesterday.

Would you like Antonio to uh,

get you some proper footwear?

Nope.

All good.

I must warn you, Ms. Harper,

I've been playing tennis

since I was old enough

to hold a racket.

Really?

Gosh, okay.

I'll try and keep up.

I'm just saying,

there's no shame in losing

to someone who's studied under

some of the best instructors

in the world.

Okay!

I'll keep that in mind!

What's going on over there?

They seem to be playing

a round of tennis.

That's good.

Is it?

Yeah,

it means they're making up.

Is that some kind

of California custom

I'm not aware of?

It's a Dylan Harper custom.

They seem

to be rather well matched.

Care to make things interesting?

Surely, you aren't suggesting

we engage in gambling,

Ms. Macey.

Oh, gambling is far too strong

of a word, Tony.

Can I call you, "Tony"?

Actually,

I do prefer the name Antonio.

How about a friendly bet?

Loser picks up the lunch order.

I abhor picking up lunch order.

Everything that can possibly

go wrong always goes--

Always goes wrong.

I know.

But wait, you're aide

to the prince.

Doesn't the palace have its own

royal lunch picker-upper

or something?

His Majesty's team

is scaled down

when we visit the island.

Way, way down.

Offer still stands.

Loser picks up the lunch order

and the winner might even have

time for a quick power nap.

I formally accept.

Oh, it's so on.

Oh!

Impressive.

None of those articles mentioned

an illustrious tennis career.

Oh.

So you looked me up?

Stayed up most of the night

learning as much as I could

after being so...

unprepared

at our first meeting.

Although, something did occur

to me after replaying my blunder

from last night.

What's that?

I wasn't the only one

who didn't do their research.

Just because I didn't know

you were the prince

out of context doesn't mean--

Oh!

So you admit it.

You know, I half expected you

to say you lured me

into conversation

as some kind of power move.

Lured you?

Uh, you were the one

that introduced yourself first.

I suppose I did.

Touch.

You know what stuck out to me

when I replayed

the night back?

Oh, should I--

should I brace myself?

No.

How much more open

and honest you were.

Just a man alone

in a restaurant...

instead of Prince Nicholas

of Montrovere.

Should we call it a truce?

I'm Dylan.

Nico.

Nice to meet you, Nico.

Tall, charming, handsome.

Nice to see

they've cleared the air.

Totally.

Love that for them.

And since His Highness

was the player

with the higher score,

I suppose that makes me

the winner

- of our little bargain.

- Wait.

No.

Tony, a draw means

that nobody wins,

which I guess means

everybody wins.

Please, do call me, "Antonio".

Yeah, yeah, Tony.

Ooh, new bet.

He asks her out

before the Royal Garden Party.

What?

Not a work-related outing

or a business meeting,

but a real romantic stomach

full of butterflies date.

That's madness.

They've only just met.

They were at each other's

throats up until the last serve.

Backing down from an easy bet,

Tone?

It's Antonio.

It's not Tony.

It's not Tone.

It's Antonio.

Oh, pfft.

Listen, if you win,

I'll give you a 100 bucks.

Huh.

Good heavens, Ms. Macey.

I don't gamble for money.

It's strictly forbidden.

Tony, Tony, Tony, Tony.

It's not like that.

It's just--

it's a wager between friends.

I don't want any friends.

Can we give you ladies a lift

back to the villa to freshen up?

Oh, thank you,

but there's no need.

His Highness was kind enough

to provide us

- with our own car.

- Okay.

Well, shall we meet back up in

say, an hour?

Um, excellent.

Okay.

Dylan.

Good game.

You too, Nico.

Nico?

Someone's popular.

Yeah, well,

service has been spotty.

It's probably just...

No way.

Let me guess.

The royal gossip blogs got wind

that His Highness' backhand is,

uh, mediocre at best.

What is it?

You're scaring me.

Um, it's-- it's Peter.

There's-- there's a profile

on him.

It's the Valmeer Hotel.

What?

That's my property.

He said it would never get off

the ground.

I'm sorry, boss.

He doesn't mention you.

"Meet Peter Magnus,

the man behind New York City's

new go-to for luxury,

the Valmeer Hotel."

Peter can't get away with this.

He's punishing me for leaving.

But he was the one

that made it impossible.

He left all of the creative work

to you and then took credit

for your ideas.

You know, it's his own fault

that you were forced

to leave the company.

He's not punishing me

for leaving the company.

He's punishing me

for leaving him.

It's been over a year.

Why can't he just let you go

and leave you alone?

I guess we would've been married

by now if I hadn't

finally woken up and saw him

for the manipulator

that he really is.

Thank goodness you did.

My guidebook says that Es Vedr

has the power to heal,

to create new beginnings.

Maybe that's why we're here,

to show the world

what I'm capable of.

I read you loud and clear,

Bird's Nest.

Five has cleared his schedule

for the day.

Five?

Oh, it's a code name

that they've given me.

Oh.

Well, what does that mean?

Five.

As in fifth in the line

of succession.

My older brother's the heir.

His three children come next,

so that makes me five.

- Five.

- I see.

Hm.

I'm kinda sensing that

you're not so thrilled

about this code name of yours.

Well, a moniker that reduces me

to a number

in the royal pecking order,

what's not to like?

Over and out.

You seem to be

rather preoccupied, Ms. Macey.

Oh, I am, Tone.

I'm just writing down

all the things I'm gonna buy

with my 100 bucks.

Actually, my name is Antonio

and I did not concede

to this bet.

"Did not concede."

So, you mean to tell me

we're taking the entire day off,

gallivanting around

like tourists?

Why do we think

of it as a day on?

It's not such a bad thing

to see the island as a tourist.

Remember,

most of the hotel guests

will be out-of-towners, too.

Okay, I give up.

You lead the way.

Do we even know the way?

Oh, no worries.

It's quite simple.

You just follow the trail.

It will take you straight

to Es Vedr.

You'll enjoy the ride.

Okay, let's go.

Go to see the horses.

Huh.

I suppose it isn't too bad,

though,

it is a little touristy.

I must say you uh,

ride as well as play tennis.

Thank you.

I grew up on

my grandparents' farm.

Oh, the old traditional

horse, tennis farm

that I've heard

so much about.

No.

Tennis came later

when I found out

if I got good enough,

I could get a scholarship

to university.

Hmm.

That's funny, because

I gravitated towards tennis

for the opposite reason,

to avoid my studies.

You didn't like school?

Uh, sort of.

I was sent to boarding school

in America

- when I was 8 years old.

- Ooh.

Was that difficult, being apart

from your family

at such a young age?

Boarding school was the norm.

For the first few years,

my best friend

was a stuffed tiger.

Oh.

But then I really started

to love America

and the freedom it gave me,

so I stayed.

But isn't it required

that you have to live

in Montrovere?

I mean, you are part

of the royal family.

Yeah. Yeah, eventually

I have to move back

when my brother's crowned king.

It's Montrovere tradition that

the heir is prepared to rule

while the spare...

Gets to choose

their own destiny.

Ah.

I guess that's a nice way

of looking at it.

Plus, you had that really cool

stuffed tiger all to yourself

and you got to live in America.

Yeah.

So it all worked out.

Yeah.

This way.

That's right.

Five insisted

on the utmost privacy,

so best to survey from afar.

Over and out.

I wonder why the prince

didn't ask us to come along.

Could it be that he wanted

to spend a romantic day

with Dylan in paradise?

Are you youngsters always

this nosy?

Asks the man with

the high-powered binoculars.

So, Tone, do you have kids?

Yes, I do.

A daughter about your age.

Well, what's she like?

She's uh, full of life

and always positive,

a real chat-a-box.

Nothing like me, clearly.

Mm-hmm.

Actually, you remind me

very much of her.

Hmm.

She sounds absolutely fabby.

Fabby?

Fabulous.

For goodness sake,

I'm being facetious.

My wife would agree.

)

Oh, wow.

There's something about that

island that calls to me.

Mm-hmm.

Well, you're not the only one.

Many believe that Es Vedr

has the power

to draw you towards

your destiny.

I must admit, I'm turning

into a believer myself.

Am I allowed

to know what you're writing?

I'm writing about the breeze...

and the smell it carries.

You can smell the breeze?

Anyone can.

You just have to try.

Or you could just listen.

Okay.

Close your eyes.

Close your eyes.

What do you hear?

The wind.

It's almost musical.

It is, you're right.

You should try it sometime.

You might find it inspiring.

I'm supposed to write

my thoughts and feelings

in this little book?

Yes.

You could call it,

your "inspo book".

My inspo book, wow.

Yeah, you could write about

how the music in the wind

makes you feel.

You sound like

the royal psychiatrist.

Oh, okay.

How about,

what does it remind you of?

Dancing.

I had an instructor

who taught me the proper way

to dance at galas.

And I remember

I would practice outside,

so my brother wouldn't see me

and make fun of me.

That's great.

It is?

Yeah.

Hmm.

The music in the wind

reminds you of dancing.

So?

So, we should dance.

Uh, no.

The-- no.

Oh.

There's no one else around,

it's just us.

Yeah, well, my royal security

is always watching

even when I tell 'em not to.

Mm-hmm.

Are you scared, Nico?

No, I'm not scared, Ms. Harper.

Don't make me laugh.

Hmm.

Let's do this.

Uh, okay, all right.

Mm-hmm.

Hmm?

Like this then?

Mm-hmm.

- Ooh.

- Oh, wow.

You're full of surprises,

Ms. Harper.

You can play a mean game

of tennis,

drink sparkling water at a bar,

and you can dance

on rocky terrain?

I've never met anyone like you.

Really?

But you're a prince,

you meet so many people.

See?

Hmm?

You're a natural.

Hardly.

But as I always say, the essence

of success is practice.

Hmm.

Mm.

We should go.

We should.

Uh, this way.

All right.

Oh, my uh, uncle's land

isn't far from here.

You wanna check it out

in person?

I'd love to.

Okay.

Who looks after the land here?

Uh, my father employs

a caretaker.

I'm ashamed to say

I don't know his name.

I don't get to visit here

as often as I'd like.

It already feels like somewhere

people could come to feel

at peace.

Yes.

A home away from home.

Yeah, this island's always felt

that way to me,

as long as I can remember.

I know it may not look like

five-star resort potential.

Oh, it's perfect.

I think so, too.

Do you wanna go to the beach?

The beach?

I didn't think you wanted

to do anything touristy.

Well, you've converted me.

Ah.

I forgot my bag.

Uh, where is it?

I'll go grab it.

I think it's at the bar.

Okay.

- Thanks.

- I'll be right back.

Okay.

Found it.

Hmm.

Here you go.

Thanks.

What's that?

Uh, we should go.

What does it say?

Nothing.

- We should go.

- Don't do that.

Do what?

Don't leave me in the dark

even if you think

you're protecting me.

I've...

I've got this thing

with control.

It's better you just tell me,

so I could help you

solve the problem.

Please.

What does it say?

It says,

"We don't want a hotel."

Oh.

Do you know who could have

written it?

I have no idea.

I-- I should have known.

Of course, the locals are gonna

be resistant to the idea

of a new hotel.

I mean, it could be

just one angry caretaker.

Well, we don't know

if we don't ask, right?

Yeah.

I got an idea.

I know you're a private person,

understandably so,

but what do you think about us

hosting a luncheon

at the Royal Villa?

I mean, this could show people

how approachable we are

and how we really, really care

about their opinions.

I think it's a brilliant idea.

Big developers rarely listen

to the locals, right?

I-- I think it'd go down

pretty well.

- Great.

- Great.

Okay.

We have to figure out

the first step.

- All right.

- Right.

Tell me what song

makes you cry

Tell me what movie

you've seen half a dozen times

I wanna know

your bucket list

All the things

you just can't miss

What's your biggest fear

and why

I'm just...

Yeah. We should be returning

to the home base

within the hour, Bird's Nest.

Over and out.

Hello, Bird's Nest.

This is Macey Morrison,

long-time listener,

first-time caller.

Quick question.

Would you consider a guy asking

a girl out for ice cream

as say, I don't know, a date?

You don't have to answer that,

Bird's Nest.

Someone has compromised

the line.

Over and out.

"And when you're chosen

by the island,

you're exactly where you need

to be.

Your destiny awaits."

"Your destiny awaits."

Hey.

I think you two make

a great couple.

I'm not a princess.

I don't fit into his world.

Yeah, well, Prince William

didn't marry royalty

and now Princess Catherine

is their greatest asset.

The people adore her

and they will adore you, too.

This is all too surreal for me.

I'm here to just do my job.

Let's stay on track, Mace.

No fairy tales.

You sure?

Yeah.

You barely said a word, my son.

Is entertaining the American

really that draining?

She's different than I expected,

I must admit.

I hear there's going

to be some sort of luncheon

to educate the locals

on the plans for the hotel.

It's bad enough, father,

that you have me followed

everywhere by royal security.

Now they're listening

to my private conversations

as well?

Careful, son.

If you have any questions about

the new hotel project,

all you have to do is ask.

You don't have to resort

to spying.

He has a point, my love.

Hmm.

Let's change the subject.

Brilliant.

The Royal Garden Party

approaches.

Hmm.

How are preparations coming,

my dear?

Oh, it's unfortunate that

George, Victoria,

and the children are unable

to join us this year,

but everything is well in order.

George isn't coming?

He has business to attend to

at home,

but he sends his regards

and thanks you

for stepping in for him.

Stepping in?

Well, someone must perform

the King's dance.

Uh. Can't you two do it?

It is called,

the "King's dance", after all.

King's dance

is a royal tradition.

It must be performed by the heir

to ensure an abundant harvest,

not your mother and I.

Harvest.

Father, you really have

to update our traditions.

And in case you haven't noticed,

I am not the heir

and I don't have a princess.

We have noticed, Nicholas.

And we expect you to perform

your duty nonetheless.

It's not too late

to extend an invitation

to Ms. Van Stratton.

And why would I do that?

Well, the two of you were

the best of friends once.

We weren't friends, mother.

Amelia was my girlfriend

until she decided

she wanted nothing to do with me

and left.

And it's because of your history

with Amelia

that she's already acquainted

with our family traditions.

The Van Strattons have proved

their loyalty

to the Montrovere crown

for years.

It's just a dance.

It's not some life

or death political move.

Everything we do is political.

Every gala, every banquet,

every dance is scrutinized

and examined.

It seems you still have much

to learn about

the responsibilities of being

a part of this family.

Well, am I a part of this family

or am I just some pawn

that the two of you move around

on a chess board?

I don't care how old you are.

If you speak to your mother

with that tone again,

I'll send you to your room.

Mother, I-- I apologize

to you both.

I know what's expected of me

and I-- I just want a chance

to-- to make this family proud

without meddling.

Of course, my son.

No more reports

from royal security.

Unless it's an emergency.

You have my word.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Your uncle marched

to his own drum,

and he became

a truly great royal.

It was quite fitting that

we named you after him.

You remind us of Nicholas

more and more every day.

What is this?

It's your royal carriage

for the day, Your Highness.

That's funny.

Uh, where's the actual car?

Well, this is the actual car.

But there's no doors, windows.

We-- we could travel in comfort.

Oh.

Mm.

Sorry,

I forgot the royal cushions.

Hmm.

Now, will you get in

and buckle up

before I leave you behind?

Uh.

Oh.

Feel safer already.

Whoa

Ride around with

Sometimes you gotta let go

Take a chance

and let the dice roll

No time like right now

to lay your inhibitions down

Ride around, ride around,

ride around with me

Ride around, ride around,

ride around with me

It's really, really beautiful, right?

Yeah.

Buenos dias.

Buenos dias.

Habla Ingles?

Yes, I speak English.

Uh, hi.

I don't think we've met.

I'm Nico, and this is Dylan.

Hello.

What's your name?

I am Luis.

Ah, Luis, are you responsible

for this land here?

Um...

Oh, no.

You're not in any kinda trouble.

We just wanted to come

and introduce ourselves.

We're um, we're...

We're here on behalf

of the owner.

This land is owned by

His Majesty, King Edward.

Yes.

And perhaps you've heard

that he's approved plans

for a new hotel.

My family and I have been

praying those rumors

were not true.

Were you the one

who left the note yesterday?

Note?

I'm sorry.

I don't know what you mean.

Luis, we're planning a luncheon

to address any concerns

regarding the hotel.

We'd really be honored

if you could join us.

Gracias.

O-M-G!

Attention, everyone.

Hello.

First, I would like

to say thank you for coming.

It's been wonderful getting

to know you

and to explain the benefits

of a new hotel here

on the island.

His Highness and I are now

gonna be taking questions

and answering any concerns.

Prince Nicholas,

I must apologize

for not recognizing you

at the finca.

No, there's-- there's no reason

to apologize.

And truthfully,

I've always felt that

my royal title does more

to distance me from people

than bring us together.

And I know that it must

feel like the palace

always hasn't been here

to listen,

but I'm here now.

Right?

I'm here now.

Okay. One at a time.

One at a time, please.

Okay.

So, Macey is taking notes.

We will have time to get

to everyone.

Ibiza is booming.

We don't need another hotel.

It's beautiful for the guests,

si, but where can the staff,

the locals even afford to live?

I know you're angry,

but we can't solve

the housing crisis in a day.

Hearing from you

is just the first step.

Ms. Harper is right.

Let us remember, this is

the first time developers

have ever offered to listen

to our side.

My family has tended

to His Majesty's finca

for the past 20 years.

And in return, he has given us

a home on the land,

while others have lost

their homes or had to live apart

from their families for months

at a time.

Have I worked this land only

to see it become the very thing

that has caused so much pain

on this island?

A luxury hotel for foreigners

to enjoy at my family's expense?

Thank you for listening.

I continue to pray that

a solution can be found.

Thank you, Luis.

Um, are there

any more questions?

I have a question

for His Majesty.

Well, I guess it's more

of a comment.

Amelia?

My family and I have known

His Majesty for years,

and I can assure you all,

if anyone can create a space

to celebrate the wellness

of all people on this island,

it's him.

Okay.

Let's uh, take a break.

Enjoy some refreshments

and we'll resume soon.

Amelia Davenport Van Stratton,

a long-time friend

of the Montrovere family.

And they dated quite seriously

a few years ago.

Dated?

She broke his heart

into a million pieces

and now she's on the board

of lots of the Crown's

charitable organizations.

Uh, I need a second.

Uh.

Ms. Harper.

Luis, please call me, "Dylan".

I want to introduce my grandson,

Mateo.

Pleased to meet you, Mateo.

He has something he wishes

to say to you.

I'm sorry?

But what for?

He has confessed that it was him

who left the note on your bag.

Oh, I see.

Well, don't worry.

I understand why you're upset

and of course,

I accept your apology.

Now, what do you have there?

Ah.

You and I, mm-hmm,

we're gonna get on just fine.

Oh.

I give you my word,

I haven't seen or spoken

to Queen Margaret.

And you're sure she didn't put

you up to this?

No.

I promise you.

When I heard about the project,

I hopped on a plane

to surprise you.

You liked surprises once.

Look, I'm sorry

to catch you unaware,

but I must say, I'm glad I came.

You look different, Nicholas.

You seem so much more at ease.

So much more settled

and confident.

Uh, it's flattering.

I've got a bone

to pick with you, Tony.

If that's even your real name.

It isn't my real name,

as I've said

time and time again,

but you insist on.

We agreed we'd be hands-off

on this.

What do you mean?

You're telling me

Amelia Van Stratton,

the royal one that got away,

just happens to show up

out of nowhere,

right when I'm about

to win the bet?

Ms. Macey,

I don't recall a bet being made.

And I had no idea

of Ms. Van Stratton's plan

to visit the island.

So I'm as gobsmacked as you are.

"I'm as gobsmacked as you are."

Really,

you're acting like a child.

Better than being a cheater.

I may be many things,

but Antonio Graziano

is not a cheater.

Prove it.

I promise you on His Majesty's

coronation crown.

Oh.

Um, well,

I guess I owe you an apology.

Sorry, To--

Sorry, Antonio.

Apology accepted.

His Majesty was a wreck

when Ms. Van Stratton

broke his heart,

so I can't imagine

why she's come back

after all this time.

You know, I may be able

to help you find

what you're looking for.

Pardon?

A solution to the housing crisis

here in Ibiza.

Of course, of course.

Um, yeah, so uh,

what do you propose?

Homes in Hope.

It's one of the Crown's

charitable foundations.

We partner with various

communities worldwide in need

to build and improve housing

for low-income families.

Yeah, that's right.

I-- I remember you were always

very passionate about your--

your volunteering.

I'm president of the board now,

overseeing all new projects.

Oh, there must be something

we can do

for the people of Ibiza

together.

Well, I would have

to discuss it with Dylan.

Uh, Ms. Harper and I

are managing

the development together.

But you're His Royal Highness,

Nicholas Louis David

of Montrovere.

So what are you saying?

Only that, while I'm sure

you're fond of Ms. Harper,

a prince need not ask permission

when it comes

to seizing his grand destiny.

Well, there's a difference

between asking for permission

and sharing information

when it comes to solve

a common problem.

You really have changed.

What is it you want, Amelia?

Come to my villa

and have lunch with me.

As friends, nothing more.

Please.

Don't let what happened

between us ruin the chance

to bring affordable homes

to this island

before it's too late.

I...

Won, you won.

Running your tennis grift

on little kids now?

Uh, he won fair and square.

Hey, uh, sorry about that.

Ms. Van Stratton's a--

an old friend of mine

and I wasn't expecting

to see her.

No, there's no need

to apologize, Your Highness.

Is everything okay?

Yeah, of course.

Why do you ask?

Uh, nothing.

I'm ready to start

the meeting back up

when-- when you are.

As you wish.

Okay, everyone.

Um, shall we carry on

where we left off?

Yeah.

Okay.

You sure you're okay?

Mace, I'm fine.

I don't know why

you're so worried.

Well, Ms. Van Stratton flew in

out of nowhere

just when you and Nico were

finally starting to, you know?

Why would I care

if Ms. Van Stratton is here?

His Highness' history with her

is really none of my business.

You mean Nico,

the man you're catching

major feelings for.

Don't be ridiculous.

And have never technically been

on a date with,

even though sharing an ice cream

is something

that I personally would think

is very datey.

You're not making any sense.

Really, boss?

Does it make sense

to never tell him how you feel?

Even if I did care for Nico,

I can't break our company's

number one rule,

not when there's so much

at stake.

That's the thing about being

the head of your own company.

You can remake the rules

or make new ones.

Like, always follow your heart.

If you leave now,

you can catch the prince

at the Royal Villa

before his jog.

How do you know

Nico takes a jog?

Oh.

Right.

Finally, my royal knowledge

has served a purpose.

Go get him, boss.

You're right.

Hello? Hi.

It's Dylan Harper.

Oh, Ms. Harper.

Hi.

What a surprise.

I'll buzz you in.

Okay. Thanks.

Antonio.

Sorry to disturb you.

I thought I could have a word

with His Highness

before his run.

I'm sorry, Ms. Harper,

but he has skipped his run

in favor of uh, lunch plans.

Oh.

With Ms. Van Stratton.

Hmm.

It's no problem.

I probably should have called

anyway.

I'll show myself out.

Uh, if you are in no rush,

just stay and have a cup of tea.

Are you sure I'm not in the way?

You're never in the way

and always welcome.

How's the fish?

Um, it's excellent.

I remember you helped me reel in

my first here in Ibiza,

the summer I joined

your family here.

Do you still get all

your best ideas on the boat?

I thought we were here

to discuss the foundation.

We are.

I just didn't expect

to miss this place so much.

I can see why it means so much

to you.

I've already spoken

to the rest of the board.

We're all in agreement.

There's room enough on the land

for a luxury wellness hotel

and several

of our affordable housing units.

It's a win-win.

We could break ground as soon

as the end of the year.

Wow, I don't know what to say.

That's, that's incredible.

Great.

We have one condition.

Okay.

There's a projects manager

we trust deeply,

so we'd prefer

to bring him on board.

No, no, no, no.

I told you, we have Dylan.

She and I are doing

the project together.

Oh, we would compensate

to Ms. Harper

to the full extent

of her contract.

But for a job as monumental

as this,

we'd feel more secure

with Peter Magnus at the helm.

He's brilliant.

Responsible for many

of the top luxury resorts

around the world.

I can see you're quite loyal

to Ms. Harper,

but Pete has three times

the experience.

Pete?

So you're friendly with him?

I trust him.

Explicitly.

He only wants what's best

for the project.

We all do.

Shouldn't the most experienced

person take the lead

in a project

as important as this?

Um...

Okay.

Let me speak to the board.

Perhaps there's a way we can all

work together.

Okay.

Thank you.

So I'll probably speak

to the board this afternoon

and let you know what they say.

- Okay.

- Okay?

- Thank you for coming, darling.

- Of course.

- Okay.

- Take care.

You, too.

Did you get the flowers

that I sent?

Pete, they're beautiful.

I can't stop smiling.

Good, good.

So, you talked

to the old prince.

When do I take over

as lead developer?

His Highness wants

to collaborate,

but he's very loyal

to Ms. Harper.

I thought perhaps a compromise

could be made

to involve you both

in the project.

Pete?

So, you failed.

What?

You couldn't do

the one simple thing

that I asked you to do.

Is that what you're telling me?

Pete, where is this coming from?

I trusted you instead

of taking things

into my own hands.

I won't make that mistake again.

What are you talking about?

Why are you saying this?

I'll take her down myself.

Take who down?

Who?

Pete, you're scaring me.

I won't lose to Dylan Harper.

You can count on that.

I'm the wolf!

It is so beautiful here.

I think the King quite likes

escaping the stuffiness

of the palace.

He, in fact,

designed this as a wedding gift

for the Queen.

Aw, that's so romantic.

What was that?

My apologies, Ms. Harper.

It's probably just

the security team testing out

the alarm system.

It's not serious

unless it goes off again.

Red alert, Ms. Harper.

- I must ask you to come with me.

- Uh, okay.

What is a red alert?

I just need you to stay calm

and follow me.

Can you please tell me

what it is?

I have this thing

where I have to be in con--

Yeah, in control.

I heard.

Ms. Harper, please,

a threat has been reported.

What kind of threat?

Is Nico okay?

Do you even know where he is?

Please, no more questions.

This is serious.

Do as I say.

In an abundance of caution,

I asked you to stay here.

When all is reported safe,

you will be the first to know.

Okay.

Nico?

- Dylan, are you all right?

- I'm fine.

I-- I'm worried about you.

Antonio said there's some kind

of red alert.

Okay, just stay where you are.

Don't go anywhere.

I'll call you

as soon as I get back.

And uh, Dylan, I...

Um, everything is gonna be okay.

Okay. Bye.

What exactly did

the caller say, Tom?

A message came through saying

Ms. Harper should watch her back

at the upcoming

Royal Garden Party.

She may be in danger.

And can the call be traced?

There must be some way

to learn where it came from.

Whoever it is,

they were savvy enough

to keep from being traced

and used a voice modulator

to disguise their voice.

And how are we responding

to this?

We've scaled the guest list down

considerably, by 50%.

Actually, I've been meaning

to speak to you about this,

Your Highness.

The local authorities advised us

to cancel the venue

and possibly have the party

at the Royal Villa.

They don't want

to take any chances,

as our security system

is the best on the island.

It just doesn't make any sense.

I mean, Ibiza's always been

so safe.

Who could possibly want

to hurt Ms. Harper?

I have to admit,

it doesn't add up.

I'm not gonna risk her safety,

no matter how many more guards

we have on duty.

Should we just cancel

the garden party, my love?

We don't bow down to miscreants

who think they can threaten

my son and his honored guest.

The party must go on.

But there must be a way

to include um, Ms. Harper.

I don't want Ms. Harper anywhere

near the garden party.

But your parents planned

to announce the hotel project

and the King's dance.

It is tradition.

I'll just dance with Amelia.

She'll agree if I ask.

Not a word of this

to Ms. Harper.

Yes, sir.

You've been gone for ages,

so I assume it went well.

Oh. Dylan.

Here.

Uh. Oh.

Dylan. Come here.

Oh, God.

I'm fine.

You're not fine.

Hey, hey, hey.

Let's-- you and I just have

a girl's night in, okay?

Oh, my gosh.

We can watch a movie,

we can eat some popcorn.

We can pamper ourselves

and we can talk about today,

or not.

Whatever you want.

Popcorn's the only

non-negotiable really.

Mace, you're such a good friend.

Hey, I learnt from the best.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

Oh, it's terrible.

- I'm so sorry.

- It's terrible.

This is Dylan's phone.

Macey, hey, it's Nico.

Is Dylan there?

She's in the shower.

She was pretty shaken up

earlier.

Really?

- Yeah, really.

Well, I guess that makes sense.

Things got kind of intense.

Is there a message?

Well,

I would rather tell her myself,

but just tell her that I called

and-- and I hope she's okay.

Just so you know,

Princess Genevieve is now

my second favorite royal.

My 9-year-old niece?

Yeah, good luck making

my top 10.

Macey?

Hello?

Oh, so you join me

for some fresh air.

At least someone can still stand

to be around me.

Sorry, sir?

Long day.

For all of us.

What was Ms. Harper doing here

before the red alert?

She dropped in

to have a word with you, sir,

and uh, I just let her know that

you had already left for lunch.

By the way, I received word back

from Ms. Van Stratton

and she would be delighted

to accompany you

at the Royal Garden Party.

Great.

Aside from the red alert,

my mother couldn't have planned

this better herself.

I believe Her Majesty would much

prefer to see her son

perform the King's dance

with the woman he loves.

That obvious, huh?

I had my suspicions,

but when I saw how desperate

you were to protect Ms. Harper,

I knew I was right.

Just being with her is

so natural.

It brings out the best in me,

makes me want

to be a better man, you know?

And I know that that sounds...

It's rather wonderful, sir?

It is.

These last few days I've been

floating on air,

but the red alert really

brought me back down to earth.

I mean, you know,

could I drag her into my world?

The constantly following,

harassing, getting photographed

just because the family

I was born into, I--

Maybe you just tell her about

your feelings

and then let her decide

what she wants.

I've thought about that

many times...

but I'm not good

at sharing my feelings.

No one in my family is,

for that matter.

Hmm.

She once said...

"The essence of success

is practice."

Your Highness?

Macey, hi.

Uh, I hate to bother you,

but I really need to speak

to Dylan.

She's not answering her phone.

Well, she stepped outside.

Okay.

Do you know where she might be?

I don't know.

She said she needed

to clear her head.

Okay. I think I know

where I can find her.

Thanks, Macey.

Nico.

How'd you find me?

I know you,

even if you don't think I do.

Listen, I wanted to talk

to you about the uh,

the King's dance.

It's a Montrovere thing.

Yeah.

I know the tradition.

I'm sure that Ms. Van Stratton

will make

a suitable dance partner.

Don't do that.

Do what?

Presume to know what

I'm looking for in a partner.

Listen, it's none of

my business, I'll be--

Uh, okay.

All right, all right,

just hold on a second.

Okay?

Just listen to--

I think I heard

enough yesterday.

Yesterday?

Even when the King and Queen

wanted to include me,

all you wanted to do was

ship me off the island

like I was your property.

No. Hold-- hold on. Hold--

Wait a second.

Let me-- let me explain.

No. No.

I don't want to hear anymore.

I have spent long enough

letting men make decisions

without even bothering

to consult me.

I could take care of myself.

I'm-- I'm done.

Are you that desperate

to be in control?

Excuse me?

That you would just break up

with me

without listening

to what I have to say?

Break up with you?

We haven't even gone out

on a real date.

And how could we

when we're being watched

every second of every day?

I don't know how you could

stand it--

I don't have a choice.

Well, I do.

Have a nice garden party.

I'm sure you

and Ms. Van Stratton

will make everyone proud.

It's almost time, sir.

I'm so sorry to intrude.

Macey told me you were here.

Ms. Van Stratton.

May I sit?

Um, okay.

Forgive me, I'm a mess.

I came here, because I thought

you might understand how I feel.

Uh, what do you mean?

Peter Magnus.

At first,

he was the perfect gentleman,

brilliant and attentive.

Showering me with gifts.

I was so flattered,

I didn't realize he was using me

to get what he

so desperately wanted,

your contract with His Majesty.

What?

Did you know it was between

the two of you for the job?

No.

Peter couldn't accept

that he lost

and I guess he thought he could

use my position on the board

to get Prince Nicholas

to reconsider him.

It was his idea

that I come to Ibiza.

But I thought he truly cared

about helping

with the housing crisis here.

I had no idea it was part

of his scheme to steal your job.

Dylan, I'm so sorry.

I'm so embarrassed.

Peter Magnus burns through

people to get what he wants,

and those of us that

survive him,

we're not responsible

for the evil things

that he does.

Dylan, it was Peter that

called in the red alert.

To keep you from attending

the Royal Garden party.

To delay the King's announcement

of his project with you.

So, the red alert was about me?

Nicholas believed you were

in real danger.

That's the only reason

he wanted to keep you away,

to keep you safe.

But Peter Magnus can't hurt you

from halfway across the world.

Especially

in the police station

where he's being held

on harassment charges.

Wha-- uh...

And the Majesties?

I've told them everything.

Oh.

They're so relieved that

you're safe.

Nico...

he tried to tell me,

but I-- ugh,

I wouldn't let him speak.

Dylan, I believe

His Highness loves you

very much.

Ladies and gentlemen, friends,

Her Majesty and I

welcome you.

In a moment, we will begin

the Montrovere

Royal Garden Party,

as we have done

for many centuries,

with the King's dance.

You look beautiful, Dylan.

Even better than I envisioned.

Thank you, Amelia.

It's because of you

that I'm now here.

You're welcome.

And good luck.

Oh, I'll need it.

After the way I spoke to Nico,

I don't think

he's ever gonna forgive me.

Oh, please.

He's been in love with you

since your first night

on the island.

And unlike someone I know,

Prince Nicholas loves

a surprise.

I'm here and you're here

Maybe I'm lonely

Maybe you're lonely, too

Maybe I'm here

It's very unlike

Ms. Van Stratton to be late.

Well, perhaps it's for the best.

I know that you're expecting

a pair's dance, mother,

but there's nothing

in a thousand-year-old rule book

that says it must be done

with a partner.

You'd dance all by yourself

in public?

We could never even get you

to show your father and I

what you'd learned

from your dance instructor.

Well, let's just say that

I've mastered my fear

of dancing.

Maybe I'm in love

- Hi.

- Hey.

Um, you--

Uh--

Go ahead.

I am so sorry

I didn't listen to you.

I was just so afraid

of getting hurt

and I didn't want you

to see how much I cared.

Hm.

Will you forgive me?

You are so beautiful.

And I just want you to know

that sharing a life with me

won't always be easy,

people constantly judging

and watching.

And I can't even promise that

there won't be more threats,

real ones.

I'm not afraid.

But I think it's you

who should be afraid.

- Oh, really?

- Mm-hmm.

Why is that?

Because I am so underprepared

for the dance we're about to do.

And I feel nervous,

and excited,

and totally out of control,

but for the first time

in my life, it's okay.

It's okay.

Is it?

When I'm with you, it is.

All right, should we do this?

Yeah.

Here we go.

Aren't you gonna say,

"I told you so"?

Whatever for?

Well, technically,

you won the bet.

Ms. Macey, we've never...

I suppose love makes us

all winners, wouldn't you say?

Oh, Tony, you old softy.

Hmm, why are you looking

so mischievous?

Well, for a woman that likes

to be in control,

you've been nothing

but a surprise to me.

Hmm, is that so?

Now it's my turn

to surprise you.

Should I be scared?

Wooh!

Aah!

You planned that.

Well, I didn't plan that...

but I planned this.

Antonio!

Sometimes breakups

come with open doors

Where you can find all that

you dreamed and more

The healing

for the emptiness you seek

Can often be much closer

than you think

Here's to a royal romance

in Ibiza

Two unexpected hearts

can't help but fall

Long live this royal romance

in Ibiza

The magic of the islands

come to call

True love is something

you don't get to...