I'm very much uncertain of why I'm receiving so much criticism of releasing Bees

I work very hard, and yes, most of them suggested that I release doves, but I was like, "It's a Royal wedding, I feel like birds are played out, many non-royal people have birds at their wedding." So I was like, "No, I don't think I'll do this. I think what I'll do is I'll get some bees, like hundreds of bees, and when they kiss, I'll just release them." You know, hoards of them out into the presidium, and it'll be very romantic there, with bees. And I am receiving such critiques and criticism for my actions. I am receiving shocking critique, such a harsh critique.

Why the Queen herself said to me, "Chauncey, you know I don't know if you totally thought through this full endeavor." And as an English Royal, I've never heard anybody try to stop me from doing anything, and it deeply, deeply hurt.  Yes, many people were stung by the bees, which is a thing bees do apparently. I did not know that. My only familiarity with bees is from the Jerry Seinfeld film, "Bee Movie." And I, for the longest time, being English and very rarely leaving my country estate, assumed that bees were mythical, fanciful creatures that have come out of the mind of Jerry Seinfeld.

When I learned that they were real, I was like, "Bees, oh my gosh, we should very much have them in the wedding," and I said that very, very quietly and softly so as not to harm any of the Royals' ears. And then, of course, I'm a Royal myself, but you know, not at their level and I'm not bitter about that; I'm very happy. I wouldn't want all the responsibility, ugh. Ugh. I make most of my money from parties, where I rent myself out as an official lord, and they ask me like, "What do I do?" And I say, "Oh, you know, I'm in my country estate, I ride horses frequently, and then I fall asleep."

You know, it's a life. I live a life. I hate every minute of it. No, I love it, I love it. No, I hate it, I hate it. It's a depressing and terrible lot. I'm in a good mood, and you know I've gotten lots of media press attention lately for the bee stuff, and I think everybody is happy, generally. I truly think that. I mean, yes, the Duke of Wellington is apparently deathly allergic to bees, and had to be rushed to the hospital. But he'll live. He's going to live. You know? I didn't kill him. That's crazy, you know. He'll live. Not well, but for months and years he'll live, and he'll do fine. And, you know, I don't think that this will make our hunting trip any more awkward next week.

I think it'll be a fun story for us to joke about. So I'm just in such a good mood. I feel like this has been a major success and you know, I'm still available for parties in late June, so please feel free to contact me, or my mother, for further details so that your bash can go as well as this bash. The one where all the bees attacked.