Your great-uncle is now your grandfather, Vicki.
Albert can draw!
Sorry, Baroness. No French food for you.
That is a beautiful ship. But Albert and Skerrett are a little seasick.
Louis-Philippe is interesting.
The duchess is scandalized. Of course.
Lord Alfred is still bitter that his crush is getting married, to a woman.
Victoria is loving France, you guys.
The French will come up with anything to enhance themselves.
Antoinne looks like he would never work a day in his life.
Jenna Coleman doesn't look much different.
PETA would have a field day with the king.
Now that's a croquembouche!
Albert is not a happy camper. Secrets will out, though.
Muttonchops were not a good look.
Give it a rest, girl! Ernest is not for you.
The duchess is not a fan of phalllic-looking bread.
The men are so over this garden party. Time for manly pursuits in the woods.
Of course it's cold and wet, Antoinne. It's water.
Drummond is having the time of his life. Fully clothed, Ernest? Don't get sick, now.
I think those two have officially come out of the closet.
Haha, you had us all going there for a minute, Victoria!
I really wish DNA tests had been invented, for Albert's sake.
All it took were some grapes. I feel bad for the Spanish queen, who will have to wait longer for a husband.
I owe you an apology, Peele. I thought you were being entirely too pessimistic, but you were right.
I knew she'd get knocked up in France. And hallelujah, she's happy about it!
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