[Henry and Danielle sit around a fire at the gyspies' camping ground]

I have no desire to be king.

[looks at him strangely]

Oh but think of all the wonderful things you could do, for your country, for the world.

But to be so defined by your position. To only be seen as what you are, you have no idea how insufferable that is!

You might be surprised!

Really?

A Gypsy, for example, is rarely painted as anything else. They are defined by their status as you are, yet it is not who they are. [Pause] You have been born to privilege, and with that come specific obligations. [Henry smiles from fascination at her words] [smiles at him] I am sorry. My mouth has run away with me again.

[smiling]

No, me lady. It is your mouth, that has me hypnotized.
[He slowly advances towards her and they share a kiss]