They go, the Gypsy following.
THE KING. And now, with apologies for the misunderstanding and delay, let me welcome you to my palace and my arms—my princess and my queen!
THE PRINCESS. You will not hold me to it!
THE KING. We cannot escape it.
THE PRINCESS. But I am no fit queen for you. You know what I am like.
You do not want me for a wife!
THE KING. It is not the things one wants, but the things that are necessary….
THE PRINCESS. I will never marry you.
THE KING. You shall marry me tomorrow.
THE PRINCESS. I cannot.
THE KING. The preparations are made for the wedding. Two kingdoms hang on the event.