All language subtitles for Reign Season 2 Episode 5 (2013)

Previously on Reign...

I am with child.

Our child, at last.

What's your name?

I'm Henry.

I remember my death.

The joust. The way he held the lance,

aimed at my head.

It was not Montgomery.

It was some other man.

Would you dare raise a hand

- against your own...
- Stop!

Opposing Narcisse has become a bad habit,

dangerous even when we're right.

Don't pretend this is about money.

You want power. You want revenge.

You're bleeding.

I'm losing my child.

We spoke with the shepherd. He was set upon

by three cloaked riders.

He says they offered protection
in exchange for his soul.

Maybe Catholics trying to make Protestants

reek of the Devil.

- Strip him.
- No.

The mark of the riders.

There is too much fear in this land.

Fear of hunger, fear of disease. To this

we add fear of Catholics,
our fellow Christians.

But this is precisely why you are here.

To commune with your God.

Not mine.

W...

What's this then?

Looks like... a church service.

Huh.

- What do you want?
- What's a highborn squire

like you doing with this Protestant lot?

No! No!

Leave the boy alone!

What do you want with him?!

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I won't ask you

how much money you lost
dicing with Bash last night,

because then you'd have to lie.

I forgot what a terrible
liar my brother is.

So you already know we
weren't playing dice.

What I don't know is what you were doing.

Well, the truth is I was...

visiting my son

in the nursery.

See, this is why I didn't tell you.

It's a sensitive subject,
only days since...

I'm not a porcelain doll, Francis.

It's true I lost our baby.

And, yes, it hurts. But
we got pregnant once.

- We can do it again.
- I'm glad to hear you say it.

Perhaps you wouldn't be so surprised

if you stopped avoiding the subject.

The way you tiptoe around it

makes me think you've given up hope.

I have not given up hope.

I love you.

And I believe in you.

Believe in us.

Enter.

- What's wrong?
- Another attack on a Protestant service.

This time in our own backyard.

A village barn used as a makeshift church.

- Were there any casualties?
- That's still unclear.

- But they did set fire to the barn.
- Go and help

whoever you can. Find out what happened

and capture whoever led this attack.

I will not tolerate this kind of violence,

no matter what prompts it.

When I was a girl, I dreamed
of a wedding like this.

It's spectacular. Befitting
its spectacular bride.

Truthfully, I would've
preferred something simpler.

For your sake or for Leith's?

Marrying Aloysius is enough,

without flaunting all of this in his face.

Is that what Castleroy's doing?

Goodness, no. It's my mother.

Oh, no.

It's all right. This is Gemma,

Aloysius' youngest. His children
are here for the wedding.

And now they're your children.

Yes. I'll fix this for you.

Oh, what pretty locks you have.

- Thank you.
- Mmm.

Well, they seem to be very taken with you.

Enough about me.

What about you? How are you feeling?

Well, let's just say your wedding

is a welcome distraction.

Whoa... whoa.

What have you found?

They burned the barn to the
ground. No one was there.

But we located riderless horses nearby.

The fire must have scared

- the horses away.
- So there are people on foot.

Shall the men go after the
ones who burned the barn?

I want them brought back to the castle.

- Gently.
- You heard him.

I want you to take the rest of these men

and find those Protestant victims.

Assure them they'll be protected.

They're coming from the
direction of the barn.

Let me have a talk with them.
If we want their help, best not

to have them intimidated
by a group of king's guards.

Lord Castleroy.

- What are you doing here?
- Leith, please, I beg you.

All right, you cannot be here.

There's king's guards searching
the woods everywhere. Just go.

These aren't the men we're looking for.

I recognize these people.

The gentleman's a friend of the king.

You're certain?

Let's keep looking.

Have you lost your minds?

Oh. Uh, please, my lady...

Don't mistake me. I do not judge
your predilections. In fact,

I'm rather impressed. But
doing it out here in the open?

What were you thinking? What was that?

Nothing, my lady.

Give it.

It's a journal.

A chambermaid found it
in the laundry months ago.

We would have returned it, but
the owner never wrote her name.

We've been passing it amongst
ourselves as a distraction.

Well, this is smut.

And reading it clearly led to...

this. So...

as punishment, I'm confiscating it.

Francis.

You're needed in the throne room.

It's about the attack on the Protestants.

- Is there any news?
- From what I can tell,

yes, but I'm not sure what.

- Isn't that the nanny you dismissed weeks ago?
- Yes.

But now my son is
unwell, and Lola requested

her advice on how best to treat him.

Mary, will you go to the
throne room in my stead?

Find out what's happening.
I'll be there soon.

Caroline,

what are you doing here?

I don't know.

- Do you know what this is?
- Your Grace,

- I'm frightened.
- It's just some relic

the surgeons kept after my father died.

A gruesome practice, frankly,
but I found it in my chambers

and then I found you outside my door.

- Did you place this on my bed?
- I keep waking up places

I don't remember going.

More every day.

Caroline, do you remember
where the infirmary is?

Go there and rest. I'll
look in on you later.

And for your own sake,

don't tell anyone what you've told me.

Who is this poor boy
and what happened to him?

Begging your mercy, Majesty,

but this young man was murdered.

Beaten to death by thugs.

What for?

For holding unpopular beliefs.

Then you are the Protestants
who were attacked in the barn?

We are, Majesty.

And I am their minister.

Protestant heretics. Throw them out!

These men are guests of the
Crown, and they will be respected.

I will have order in this chamber.

It took much courage to be here.

- And what do you want?
- No great favor, Majesty.

Only justice. Catholic thugs

dragged this boy from our service

and murdered him. The law says

a man who kills must pay with his life.

Justice for heretics? That's absurd!

Silence! I said I would have respect

for these men and I'll have it.

Lord Cond�?

What is it? Do you know this boy?

This is my sister's son.

Emile.

Emile.

They murdered my nephew!

My sister sent Emile
to live at my house here

because this part of France was considered

more tolerant than where
he was attending school.

I will not tolerate that kind of behavior.

Not here or in any part of France.

The flogging and burning?

Or the practice of Protestantism?

Francis, be careful.

The throne doesn't
judge what a man believes

in his heart. We only judge

what he does with his hands.

I will not tolerate violence

for any reason. It's against the law.

It is also against the law not
to worship as Rome requires.

You're avoiding the question.

Will you rule as your father did,

and condemn the Protestants?

Or will you condone their religion?

Do not ask me to rule on that today.

Protestant rebellions
in England and Scotland,

Catholic rulers losing their thrones.

I am in no rush to import
that struggle to France.

Your Grace, it is already here.

Not openly. Not yet.

My nephew wasn't marked
for death by accident.

These thugs chose their
victim to send a message.

To you? But you're a Catholic.

I have a brother, the King of Navarre,

who's converted to Protestantism.

My sister is known to be
leaning in the same direction.

- Surely you're aware.
- I am.

And I have made no
secret of my frustrations

- with Rome's corruption.
- If what you say

is true, we'll learn of
it, and the guilty will pay,

as the law requires.

Even if that means death.

There you are.

We're supposed to be trying
on dresses for Greer's wedding.

We'll find something before tomorrow.

Kenna, what are you reading?

It's a sex journal written by a lady

who's sampled most of the
nobleman to come through court.

And a fair few noblewomen, too.

She even rated the prowess of her partners.

Really? How far does this journal go back?

Two years.

- Is Bash in it?
- Not so far.

Definitely not since we've been married.

All the entries are dated.

How do you know it's real?

She doesn't even mention names.

Because I know the partners.

Oh, not because I've slept with them.

Because there are
details about their dress,

their holdings, their
habits, that make it clear.

Except for one has me
stumped and intrigued.

"A lover who towers above the rest."

She says he's an avid hunter,

and has a small butterfly-shaped
birthmark on his forearm.

That rules out Henry and Bash.

It's not Julien, either.

What about Francis?

We have to find who the mystery lover is.

- Why?
- For you.

Well, ever since Francis
publicly claimed your baby,

you've been mooning about,

saying how no man will come near you

because they think you're
the king's mistress.

This mysterious and
exalted bachelor could be

just the fun romance that you need.

From what I've read, he cares very little

for a woman's station or reputation.

Only that she's agile.

You're mad.

I can't go chasing after some strange man.

I'm already the subject
of relentless gossip.

What do you have to lose?

And besides which, has anyone
said anything to your face?

- No.
- And they never will.

For fear of offending the king.

So why not take a lover?

Be with him a week, or a year.

It might not lead to marriage,
but it could lead to love.

Or at least some fun.

You could use some fun, Lola.

Admit it.

I will only admit that I'm
curious who this man is.

Well, then let's find him,
and see if he can spark

your curiosity for more.

These are the men who
attacked the Protestants?

You should know they think their crimes

- are justified.
- What justifies murder?

I'll let their eminent
advocates fill you in.

Narcisse.

Who is this?

This stable boy's name is Marc d'Linde.

As he would tell you himself,
if he could still speak.

Or walk.

- Or move.
- And you think Cond�'s nephew

- Emile did this?
- Witnesses say

Marc was leaving a Catholic mass

when Emile took a rock and
threw it with all his strength.

- You see the results.
- That's absurd.

- Why would my nephew do such a thing?
- I have no idea.

Perhaps Marc insulted Emile in some way.

Does it really matter?

I implore you, Majesty,

release these men.

If you release them, you
will be smiling on murder.

Your Catholic subjects implore you,

including your Catholic lords.

Who bow before you now.

Begging you.

Do you recognize this man?

What's this about?

Oh, that.

You may go, Marie.

And please, your hair.

My ladies brought this to me months ago.

I read it in an hour.

We thought one of your flying
squad might know something

about the men in there.

The hunter with a
butterfly-shaped birthmark?

My money's on Lord Aris.

Why him? How do you know?

You've been sampling the
court dishes yourself?

Henry died. I live.

Are you moving on from that poor bastard

- of a husband of yours so quickly?
- No.

Oh, then it's you who seeks a lover.

We are merely curious.

I read the book after I made...

the acquaintance of
Lord Aris, and I'd offer

to revisit and investigate,

but a few certain
someones might get jealous.

Good luck with your search.

You'll need it.

Aris likes his women with a bit more spark.

I've been looking for you.

I have good news.

Francis refused to bow to Narcisse

and release the murderers of
your nephew. He's also sent Bash

to find out what really happened
to that injured stable boy.

I already know more than enough.

I went into the village
and asked about this boy,

and no one had heard of him.

Narcisse said this boy was
injured outside of a village

church, but he's not from the
village or anywhere near here.

I think they combed the
countryside, and searched

for someone with injuries
they could blame on my nephew.

Either that, or they had
this in mind all along.

You sincerely believe

this was a planned attack
against your family?

Dear God. That's...

The brand of the Three Dark Riders.

I assume Francis told you about them?

- He did.
- I met them the other night.

Very unpleasant.

I assume you think I'm soulless
now, possessed by the Devil?

That's what this mark is supposed to mean.

Of course not.

You and I know that these riders
are nothing but paid brutes,

the same kind who have killed Emile.

Thugs that catch a man strolling
at night, hold him down,

then press a burning
acid brand into his skin.

You really believe

that Catholic extremists are
responsible for all of this?

Your branding, the murder of your nephew?

Do you have any proof?

Not yet.

But I think this brand is a sign.

They wanted me to know
that whenever they choose,

they can lift up my shirt and demonize me.

So that no matter what they accuse me of,

- no one will dare defend me.
- But why?

I don't know what their plan is,

but rage and mistrust is
building across France,

and maybe that's their intention.

To see France explode.

Catholic scum! You think you can kill us?!

The newest attacks were by Protestants?

What provoked them?

- We did.
- How?

When we tried to find out

if Cond�'s nephew threw
the rock at that stable boy,

Protestants thought you
were investigating the victim

instead of the men who killed him.

Believing their king had
no interest in justice,

they took justice into their own hands.

And the Catholic reprisals?

Being planned as we
speak. Revenge on revenge.

Enough. I want those
Protestant rioters arrested.

Anyone guilty of violence will be punished,

no matter what their faith.

Be careful, Francis.

Punishing equal crimes
equally... it's a lovely idea,

but no one will thank you for it.

Not the Catholics who'll wonder

why are you hanging men of your own faith,

and not the Protestants who will forget

all about your just rule when
they gain power and decide

- they want yours.
- Arrest them all.

All the rioters.

If you're such good
Catholics, tell the truth.

You claim witnesses told you

my nephew threw a rock at a village parish.

That this was the cause of
the injured boy's wounds.

Do you know what'll happen when
we prove you lied to the Crown?

You're going to hang.

It's what happened. The story's true.

Louis, that's enough.

Lord Cond� tells me the injured
boy isn't even from the village.

If that's true, then you
found the boy hurt already and

made up some story about
how he was wounded, or...

Or they crushed the poor
stable boy's skull themselves.

- To save their own.
- That ain't true.

Shut up, Jerome.

They can't prove anything.

Oh. Yes we can.

I've sent for a man from the
village Marc actually came from.

When he gets here, we'll know

if my nephew threw that
rock. If he didn't...

Confess, and you may
yet have mercy, Jerome.

Don't lose your head.

Why show them mercy? Let them hang!

If you've not only murdered but lied

to your king to conceal your crimes,

your punishment won't be hanging.

You'll be drawn and quartered, alive.

It was Luc's idea.

We found that simpleton over in Val d'Sud.

He got kicked by a horse there last week.

Luc... he said it was righteous for us

to use his misfortune.

He said it was God's gift to us,

to help us do his holy work.

So you beat my nephew
to death for no reason.

We had plenty of reason.

He was the Devil's own servant,

a godless Protestant.

It's baking. When will it cool down?

Where's Mary? I haven't seen her all day.

That's because your eyes
have been glued to that book.

Mary will find us. She wouldn't miss

your last day as an unmarried woman.

Yes, your last hours of
freedom before you become

an utterly respectable
and disgustingly wealthy

mother of four.

Kenna, what are you doing?

It's too hit, I'm cooling off.

Is it cold?

It's heaven.

Greer.

Greer, your dress.

Oh, no. Your dress.

Are you all right?

I'm just drenched.

I should change before my mother finds me.

You should hurry because I think

I see her coming.

Greer.

You look, uh...

Like a drowned rat. I know.

Actually, you look quite trouble-free.

Excuse me.

Uh, Castleroy hasn't
spoken to you, I take it?

I... I should go.

Wait.

Greer, there are things you
need to know about Castleroy.

Secrets that he should tell you.

Why are you telling me this?

For more than one reason, if I'm honest.

Ask Castleroy about this morning.

Before you marry him.

For yourself,

not for me.

Oh, dear Lord.

It still fits me.

I'm not sure if it fits you.

Take her to the infirmary.
Quickly and quietly.

I'll be there soon.

That was the Duke of Orleans.

Who languishes at the
bottom of the ratings.

I've found the man that
Catherine said is the one.

- Lord Aris?
- Yes, he's over there

talking to that lustful little countess.

So go. Talk to him

before she drags him off to her chambers.

And do what? See if he has the mark?

And then what? I was just curious
to know who the mystery man was.

You wanted to see that if
you were to have a fling,

that it would be worth it. Just talk to
him. See if there's more to him than...

- Everything we know.
- Exactly. So go.

Why am I here?

What am I doing here?

Who am I speaking to?

Caroline?

Or is this my father?

I've been trapped in
this half-mad diaper maid,

and do you know why?

I've been trying to figure out how I died.

Who killed me.

- Father?
- I pieced it together,

Francis, and now I know.

That's why I left you that gift.

The bit of the lance
that was left in my eye.

If it's really you in there,

I want you to leave this poor woman alone.

Find peace, Father.

There's no peace for me.

Not while my killer walks free.

If you're here to lay blame,

then at least be honest
and shoulder your own.

You murdered girls who had the
misfortune of sleeping with you.

You slaughtered hundreds, heroes of Calais,

for your own amusement. You were mad.

You lusted for power,

for England, for Scotland, for my wife!

You justify your sin
but you don't admit it.

You couldn't have England
and Scotland without her.

You couldn't have her unless I was gone.

Admit it. Admit you wanted me dead.

Is that why you did it?

Is that why you killed me?

Yes!

Yes.

It nearly destroyed me
to kill my own father,

but you left me no choice.

- Narcisse.
- You were behaving

so strangely outside. You seemed so upset.

I wish that I had not

followed you here. I
wish that I hadn't seen

or heard

this moment.

But I did.

Keep her under lock and key.
No one is to speak to her.

Understood?

You're not going anywhere.

You're thinking that if I were
my father you'd be dead by now.

But apparently you're not your father.

You went one better than
Henry by killing him.

Against my word, all
you have are the rantings

- of a deranged woman.
- Whom you are locking up,

so no one may hear what she has to say.

As well you should.

Because in truth,

no rumor could be as dangerous.

Regicide... it's... it's a crime
against France, against God.

Anyone who commits it...

or even knows of it... could
be summarily put to death.

Man or woman, king...

... or queen.

Which I imagine

is why your queen knows nothing

- of this.
- There is nothing for her to know.

And there never will be.

I understand perfectly.

- Do you?
- I am a Catholic lord, dependent on the strength

of my Catholic king. At
a time when Protestants

fight to take land and
power from people like me.

Like us.

Why would I want to help my enemies?

Will you trust me, my king?

Or will you kill me?

It seems those are your only options.

Then perhaps...

you are not your father after all.

As long as I'm never given a reason to be.

I was at the Protestant
service this morning,

- where we were attacked.
- That's where you were hurt.

Are you secretly Protestant?

Ever since Yvette died, I've
been trying to find something

to help me through it,

to make sense of why she was taken from us.

So I started going to services.

When were you going to tell me?

I was looking for the right
moment, but you were so happy.

What if I asked you not to do this?

Don't convert. For your safety

and mine and the children.

For what it could do to
our lives if people knew.

Greer, I love you.

But if you asked me to
give up what I believe,

I don't think I could marry you.

And to be fair to you, if you...

if you choose to end this now,
know that I will still take care

of your sisters and fund their dowries.

- Aloysius, that's too much.
- I want to.

But if you do choose to
be my wife, I promise you

you will be my full partner

in raising our family
and managing my holdings,

in making all the decisions that touch us.

Not all.

We won't always agree,

but I will always listen to you,

as you've listened to me.

I hope I will see you
at the altar tomorrow.

I keep losing you in the castle.

Have you been hiding from me?

Of course not. What is it?

Have you considered what I
told you about Cond�'s nephew?

He didn't throw the stone
like Narcisse claimed.

Those men murdered him to prove

that no Protestant,
even a highborn, is safe.

I've thought of little else.

I know you're concerned for the
mood of your Catholic majority,

but I still think the simplest solution

is the best one: equal justice for all.

The Protestant rioters must be punished.

And the Catholic murderers
must be hanged. And quickly.

Before angry men take justice
into their own hands again.

You're right.

I will rule in the morning.

What is it?

It's the nanny, Your Majesty. She's gone

- from her cell.
- But how?

Apparently Lord Narcisse released her.

He told the guards it was on your orders.

Francis, is something wrong?

Francis.

I was expecting you.

But I wasn't entirely
sure you'd come alone.

I should have killed you, it's true.

But why would I now when I
know that you have Caroline?

Mm.

That's why you released her.

To protect her from me.

Because now I know

this was all your doing, wasn't it?

From beginning to end. She
was always in your service,

playacting, coaxing some
kind of admission from me.

Yes.

I also have Montgomery.

He's in a safe place,
far from any man's reach,

ready to tell the world that
he didn't kill your father

if I give the word or if
anything happens to me.

What made you even suspicious
of him in the first place?

Certain generals remembered you plotting
a failed coup against your father

just hours before he died.

I began to investigate.

The pieces fell into place.

Does it not concern you that this plot

of yours hangs on nothing but hearsay

and supposition? There is no
physical proof of anything.

Perhaps I need more to
convict you, it's true.

But I only need to weaken you.

I only need to stop your
allies rallying to you.

And I have plenty for that.

Especially after you
mismanaged your early rule,

pushing your nobles away.

What do you want?

My crown?

Is this all for power?

I don't want your crown.

I want what I had when
your father still lived:

I want a ruler who listened to reason.

You mean a ruler who listened to you?!

Yes! Because what I want
is what is best for France.

You and Mary, with all your ideals,

will destroy this country.

In the name of justice and tolerance,

you will drive your people to civil war.

How will blackmailing
me prevent civil war?!

Well, to begin with,
you will release the man

who killed Cond�'s nephew.

I can't!

I have already shared my
plans to prosecute them.

With Mary? Explain to her that
you have changed your mind.

And make sure she believes you,

because if the people learn
that you killed your father,

they will never believe
your queen didn't know it.

Your heads will be on

two pikes side by side.

I know you're both very romantic,

but I doubt this is the future
together you had in mind.

Francis, why? We spoke
of this only hours ago.

I thought we agreed.

- I simply changed my mind.
- You will only inflame the Protestants further.

The violence will get worse!

Soon they will have more martyrs,

and that will only increase
their numbers and their rage!

Yes, and I heard your opinion,
and I... I simply disagree.

The burning of Catholic
shops is not my opinion.

The murder of that Protestant
boy was not my opinion!

Mary, I have already made my decision.

I'm informing the court now in
writing, before Greer's wedding.

My people will know of my
decision before the day's end.

Your people?

I thought we were to rule together.

At our coronation, you said
we would rule as a partnership.

Mary, I can't always be your husband first.

Sometimes I have to be king.

Francis, this isn't like you.

Tell me what's going on, what's wrong.

We have to get to Greer's wedding.

Francis!

Honestly, is Greer drawing out the suspense

to make a grander entrance?

Will she be arriving on flying swans?

Excuse me.

Kenna and I went to wish
Greer luck this morning,

and she wouldn't see us.

We were out on the ocean, sailing,

and a school of dolphins
swam up all around us.

- Really?
- Now,

they were so close, so wild,

and one of them raised its head

and looked at me as if
he could say something.

Uh, sorry.

Uh, what a wonder.

And what would he have said, if he could?

"I understand more than you think,

and it thrills me to see you."

Lady Lola, I can't promise dolphins,

but is there any chance

I could take you out sailing tomorrow?

Lola.

I've been meaning to congratulate you.

Magnificent christening of your son.

Baron John Phillip.

The king was beaming, so proud of his son.

Oh, I didn't realize.

You're the mother of the new baron.

That's me, one and the same.

Well, let me offer my
congratulations, as well.

And I must apologize.

It slipped my memory. I'm leaving

at first light, so, sadly,

I should retire.

What was that piece of theater?

You deliberately drove him away.

I deliberately saved you
valuable time and energy.

Aris doesn't have the mettle for you.

Other men will be afraid
of getting close to you

because they see you
as the king's property.

I am no one's property.

Oh, I don't see you like that.

But unlike most men, I'm
not afraid of the king.

In fact, I suspect Francis
is somewhat afraid of me.

Oh, so am I.

And men are afraid of you,

so we're both feared.

Can be quite isolating, can't it?

It can leave one... lonely.

That's presumptuous of you.

And yet it's true.

So, why don't we get to know one another?

What?

- Over tea.
- Tea?

You don't like tea?

I don't like you.

You don't know me.

- I know a little.
- Well, that's more than most.

A very... odd but kind offer.

Regrettably, I must decline.

Well, it's an open invitation.

Xavier, you old ghost.

The butterfly.

Where have you been hiding yourself?

Come.

I was certain I'd been abandoned.

What changed you?

I've spent my life grasping
for security, safety.

I've lived in fear of the future,

of what people might think of me

and how that could help

or hurt me and my family.

But you offer something more interesting,

something more challenging.

You stand by your
convictions and principles,

you strive to make the
world what it should be,

not insulate yourself from it.

I will protect you.

And I you.

I love you.

I need you to know that.

I do.

And I want to support you.

As your wife, as your queen.

But I can't understand why
you would let the murderers

of that boy walk free.

You know that this a larger issue.

I understand that we have
to bow to Catholic nobles

who pretend to bow to us.

My own nation has fallen to Protestantism.

But you could have held
those Catholics accountable.

What they did is only going
to inflame the Protestants.

I can't talk about this anymore.

He was just a boy.

- Mary, stop.
- The nephew of your friend, your cousin.

The decision is made, it is done.

I am begging you to let it go.

Why can't we discuss this? We used to.

It's not always possible.

Why, in this instance,

is that the case? What has changed?

Francis, what aren't you telling me?

It is a choice I made as king.

A choice that we discussed thoroughly.

You just don't agree with it.

There's something else going on.

Lately you've been distant,

acting as though you're
haunted by something.

I need peace and quiet.

You need to trust me!

To share things with me.

Not everything can be solved by talking,

by love, by you.

There are things we cannot
change, that cannot be undone.

Things that I don't
tell you to protect you.

Protect me from what?!

I have already said too much.

You have said far too little!

- Mary, please.
- What could possibly

endanger me so much that
I shouldn't know about it?

Don't.

What is this mystery threat

that somehow involves your son's nanny,

that has you skulking around
the castle at odd hours?

Something I can't fix.

Something that you can't change.

These secret visits to your son...

and the baby that I lost...

You worry that I can't do it.

Do you worry that I can't bear you a child?

Yes.

I worry because, as a king
and a man, I want heirs.

Is that what you want to hear?

Does it bring us closer
for you to know that

your failure disappoints me beyond words?

Have I answered you fully?

Are we done with this
relentless interrogation?

You told me you hadn't lost hope.

I lied.

Mary, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have.

I wish...

For something that I can't give you.

But I asked you for the truth,

and you certainly gave it to me.

I don't need to hear any more.

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