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Previously on The Serpent Queen...

I mixed a powerful poison

so someone else could slip it into the drink of the Protestant leader.

- On whose orders? - The Queen Mother's.

I feel it is in the best interest of the council

that I resign from my post immediately.

What?

Perhaps you are not entirely responsible

for what happened to Hercule.

Help!

All you have to do is sign his confession.

Anjou!

Can we get on with this, please?

You fucking bastard!

Do you know what the purpose of life is?

- No, I don't. - To transcend suffering.

For fuck's sake, please!

Marriage is the traditional means

to quiet the drumbeat of war.

Well, then there's your solution.

But who would marry a man in his condition?

Goodbye, Mother.

Courtesy of Ruggieri.

I wouldn't drink any if I were you.

You know the assignment...

make sure they think of nothing but you.

Would you like to assume the position?

I slept all day because you made sure of it.

At least now we won't have to march on the Protestants

because they'll come for us.

Not when they see who's coming to marry the king.

Fuck me.

What a lovely home.

- Synced and corrected by synk - - www.addic7ed.com -

Well, hello, Antoine.

Your Majesty.

Um, what's the matter with you?

I think we have a fucking problem.

Trouble with Antoinette?

No, actually, but thanks for asking.

Oh, come on then, spit it out.

Queen Elizabeth is at court.

She's here? Blessings.

Well, not exactly, considering recent events

and a certain signed document she may have in her possession.

Impossible, Antoine.

Perhaps you're still under the influence.

Quite the vintage the Duke of Florence

sent to our rooms last night.

Apparently it's his own blend.

Annoyingly Italian, isn't it?

Do you really think that's all that was?

Oh, grown men can be so naive.

Even Henri knew there was a plot afoot.

What plot?

Well, the drinks did seem fairly strong...

perhaps, purposefully.

You and Father both retired very early

and emerged from your rooms quite late in the day.

And now rumor has it Princess Elisabeth

has left court with her new husband, Philip of Spain.

And if Queen Elizabeth of England,

with whom you've committed treason,

is, in fact, here as a guest of court,

yeah, I think you're right, Father,

- we do have a fucking problem. - Henri, language.

Forgive me, Mother.

Queen Elizabeth is not in France.

She is in Flanders awaiting my word.

She said, "Hello, Antoine"...

as if she'd said it every morning of her life.

- That does sound like her. - Tancrede?

Yes, My Lord?

Have there been any visitors to the court today?

Queen Elizabeth of England arrived

early this morning as a prospective bride

for the king of France.

Seems like she's made a bit of a fool of you, Uncle Louis.

Not for long.

If it is your intention to marry us all off

like livestock, I think we deserve to know.

It is my intention to secure your future and your safety.

I don't see how I'm supposed to use my position

on the Privy Council to temper my brother's cowardice

when you've gone and invited the enemy into our home.

This, Anjou, is why God, in His infinite wisdom,

conspired to have me born before you.

And ask yourself... would you rather face your enemy

on the battlefield or in bed?

And is that cowardice or prudence?

After all, the ground is full of brave soldiers.

Well said, Your Majesty.

Do you actually trust the English queen?

Of course not.

But if we do not align our interests with hers,

then the Bourbons will,

and the Guises will cut their own swath towards the throne.

I mean, you know it as well as I do, Charles.

It is simply where we find ourselves.

Still, you might have asked me first.

You were not disposed to take my counsel at the time,

if you remember.

I mean, she does have a point.

You can get a bit pigheaded when it comes to protocol.

Protocol is how this works, idiot.

Are you sure you're up to this?

Rumor has it Queen Elizabeth has a collection

of withered testicles from her long list of rebuffed suitors.

You'll find it in a box under her bed.

Don't worry about me.

Just try not to kill anyone while she's here.

- We should be all right. - Enough!

Whilst I have tolerated the competition between you

in the past, it is now time to put that aside.

"Tolerated"? Is that all you've done?

Meaning?

Whilst Queen Elizabeth is under our roof,

we must be united at all times,

because that is the only way

the union between our two kingdoms will work.

Is that understood?

Now embrace.

Like brothers.

Come on, you're not serious.

What's wrong with you?

Why should anything be wrong with me?

I thought you would like to know it has been said

that someone who looks very much like Cardinal Guise

was seen taking baptism at Sister Edith's camp.

How sure are you?

I asked members of the Flying Squadron

to find a new religion.

Useful endeavor.

Are you familiar with the Catholic League?

You mean the religious nutjobs preaching death to all heretics?

I've heard of them.

Well, if what you say

about the Cardinal's conversion is true,

this might be useful information to them.

Shall we find out?

Yes, Your Majesty.

This is the man you wanted to meet.

Leave us alone.

You can't trust him.

Well...

what can I do for you, Cardinal?

I don't know what I'm doing here.

Never underestimate the need for belief.

I've always underestimated that.

Are you hungry?

No, but thank you.

What are you reading?

Yes, this is also sustenance.

The Gospel of John.

Unlike the other Gospels, the temptation of Christ

is not made by Satan...

but by a crowd full of doubt...

who demand proof He is the Son of God.

If you are who you say you are, turn these rocks to bread,

but He refuses.

Because man cannot live on bread alone, right?

You know your scripture.

You see, it is my belief that Satan

is just a mask we use to conceal the evil

that resides within us.

Well, I have never seen wickedness like I have seen in...

people.

And in you.

The truth is, I...

have done some unspeakable things.

Do you know what's worse?

I've done them all in the name of God,

whom I've never believed in,

not for one single day of my life.

Then perhaps you are hungry

for another form of sustenance as well.

I've led a worthless life.

And I want to be of use.

But you can be...

if you'll let me guide you.

Okay.

You can see what I cannot see...

hear what I cannot hear...

Uh-huh.

Be in places I cannot be.

Right.

Would you like to be of use to me in that way?

Yes.

Yes, I would.

Hello.

And you are?

We represent the Catholic League of France.

Perhaps you've heard of us?

I have.

And what is it you want with me?

I think we need to talk about your son.

Which one?

Your Majesty.

May I present Queen Elizabeth of England and Ireland

as prospective bride for King Charles IX of France.

Welcome to our humble home.

"Humble"?

My God, it's enormous.

The food's extraordinary.

How are you all not fat as swine?

Oh, hello, Louis. You're looking well.

She's toying with me, Antoine.

Pleasant journey, I trust.

Well, I happened to be in Holland, so not far.

What business took you to Holland, I wonder?

Good season for rebellion.

I suppose I've always just loved the lowlands.

If I may.

Um, the king's Privy Council

was not consulted in this matter,

or in the matter of another royal wedding,

which I hear is over and done with...

the bride already on her way to Madrid.

It was a hasty union.

And as you said, Your Majesty,

hasty is not what we need at the moment.

We do not want to upset the delicate balance

between Protestant and Catholic in our fair land.

And while there is nothing we can now do about the marriage

between Princess Elisabeth and Prince Philip,

a marriage to a Protestant queen,

whilst possibly advantageous,

must not be entered into lightly or hastily

and most certainly not without the Privy Council's say-so.

Forgive me. I seem a little confused.

On his recent visit to our blessed isle,

the Second Prince of Blood seemed quite eager

- to intertwine our two lands. - Indeed he did.

Most eager.

We are now simply seeking to finalize

the proposal that the House of Bourbon presented.

If it is soured on the idea...

perhaps it can clearly state the reasons

for such a turnabout, hmm?

Cold feet?

It's always a relief when someone does your job for you.

We did not discuss marriage, if I remember.

What can I say?

The heart wants what the heart wants.

You've just met.

And the king is even more of a man than I've been led to believe.

I thank you for the compliment.

It is I who am grateful.

And you must be Prince Anjou.

What a lovely ensemble you're wearing.

And I see what they say is true.

You really are prettier than half the girls in England.

Uh, be that as it may,

I cannot help but think of my dear cousins, the Guises,

who would surely object to this union.

I mean, it's never wise to push a rival too far.

And what says the House of Guise to the proposed marriage?

The House of Guise has no objection to this union.

A-a-are you joking?

Really?

Thank you for your patriotism.

Our only concern is for the safety

of our dear granddaughter and niece, Mary Queen of Scots.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

She is most important to the Catholics of France.

Oh, yes, poor, dear, lovely cousin Mary.

What a terrible situation she finds herself in.

Throckmorton, why have you not done more

for dear cousin Mary?

That's an unforgivable oversight on my part, Your Majesty.

We must do everything we can to help her.

And so we shall.

Perhaps we can come to an arrangement on Queen Mary,

if you are willing to cede back Calais to the English Crown.

The residents at our northern coast

are French-speaking, French of culture,

and, by the last treaty between our kingdoms,

under French law.

I see no reason for that to change.

Oh, we'd be open to a negotiation on these issues,

depending upon the terms of the trade deal proposed...

taxation on imported and exported goods.

Shall we discuss a reasonable levy to begin with?

Forgive my Councillor... no sense of romance.

Surely, now is not the time to discuss anything as distasteful

as haggling over levies.

Can't we all just get to know each other?

I, for one, would like to spend some more time

with my prospective groom.

You seem a most considered and deliberate man.

Nothing excites me more.

Yes. Enough business for one day.

I hear you're an avid rider.

Oh, yes, I'm positively mad for it.

My father used to take me riding when I was a girl.

Really?

Was that before or after he cut off your mother's head?

Gosh, do you know something?

I don't remember.

May I propose you join our family

on a hunt, without your advisor,

just a friendly family outing

so we can get to know each other?

No talk of business, I promise.

That's a splendid idea.

- Throckmorton? - Hmm?

You won't sulk if we leave you behind?

- No, Madame. - Excellent.

And if you're good, I'll bring you a bloody head,

just like Mother's.

Well?

Seems amusing.

Yeah, if you like fucking mental cases, sure.

What are you doing here?

I suppose I embarrass you.

No more than I embarrass myself.

I don't blame you.

I just wanted to say, you don't have to avoid me.

I'm not going to...

throw myself at you or anything.

I realize I misunderstood about us.

You didn't misunderstand.

It's just there's not much room for genuine feelings

in this world we're born into.

I plan to be free of all that.

How are you going to manage that?

- I'll find a way. - I hope so.

I just don't want any part of your disillusionment.

Your unworthy faith in men like me

is one of the things I like best about you.

Oh, Princess Margot,

what a treat.

Such a beautiful girl you've become.

Oh, sorry, am I interrupting?

No, Princess Margot was just leaving.

Oh, shame.

You two would make such a sweet couple.

- I told you, she is off-limits. - As you wish.

You know, you never cease to amaze me.

How can you possibly not object to the king's marriage?

Because unlike you,

I am aware that we have bigger problems.

Oh, bigger problems than the Protestant Queen of England

bouncing our king on her knee?

I had a visit from the Catholic League.

Apparently your brother, the Cardinal of Lorraine,

is under suspicion for turning to the new religion.

That's absurd.

Oh, then you knew.

What does it matter? No one will believe it.

Whether they believe it or not is immaterial.

It is being said.

And our only brand, if you hadn't noticed,

is that we represent the Catholic aristocracy.

If that is in doubt,

then we will lose the support of the people

to lunatics like the Catholic League, whereupon we're finished.

We do not have the political capital to object to anything.

So, if I were you,

I would bring your brother to heel.

I'd do it myself if I hadn't had the misfortune

of being born without a cock.

And do it quickly, or the house that bears your name will be no more.

Oh, Louis, I was wondering

when you were going to come and say hello.

I need to speak to you, alone.

Well, I am alone.

What, them? Oh.

All right, go on, off you go. Fly away, little birds.

Oh, take the dogs.

Yes, yes, get out.

- They're like tortoises. - Mmm.

Now, what can I do for you?

- I'm onto you. - Whatever can you mean?

This is a play, isn't it?

I would never play you.

Politics are complicated, though.

We have to make it up as we go along.

You realize what Sister Edith will think when she finds out

you're here to marry into the family

I have already committed your and my support

to help her overthrow?

She will think we are adaptive and cunning.

She will think we are playing her

the way you are playing me.

And she will unleash her lunatic followers on us.

Is that any way to speak of our co-religious?

I've seen them. She's mental.

She burnt Antoine.

On purpose?

Yes, on purpose!

Don't raise your voice with me, Louis.

S-sorry.

It's just, uh...

I-I-I thought there was something special between us.

Darling...

of course there is.

Has it not occurred to you...

that this might be best for both of us?

That boy king doesn't know what's what,

and his mother wants peace at all costs,

which is why she proposed this marriage,

knowing full well I will not bring her son happiness.

Now, if I go through with it, he will do what I say.

And I will, for all intents and purposes,

rule both France and England.

But I won't be able to do it alone.

See, I have absolutely no intention

of ever bearing a child

or of even living here.

So I will need someone to mind the store.

Yes?

You know, a Protestant aristocrat

with finely honed business acumen

and deadly negotiating instincts

from the family next in line.

I have been known to be in possession

of those qualities.

In abundance.

You will represent me here on the continent in all of my authority.

I intend to make both our houses...

the Tudors and the Bourbons... very, very rich, indeed.

Now, in order to do that, we must make the Valois desperate

for this marriage to take place.

So, go back to the woods,

reassure Sister Edith of our commitment to her cause.

Words, of course, will not suffice,

so you will bring her something from me...

four wagonloads of weapons

I've had hidden not far from here.

Encourage her to strike a blow.

We'll have the Valois eating out of our hands.

It's called leverage.

So it's all politics?

Everything is politics.

And if I refuse?

Well...

I don't really think you have a choice.

You signed a treaty with a foreign power.

I think that's called treason.

Blackmail.

Motivation.

Now, make yourself useful.

Oh, goodness, that's tickly.

I'm told you are the finest rider in England.

You flatter me.

I'm being truthful, as I am when I say

the way you united England under the new faith

is a mark of a born leader.

Thank you, sir.

How do you feel about taking me as a wife?

A woman doesn't want to just be admired as a leader by her husband.

No, I wouldn't think so.

I hope you allow me to love you as a woman

if I please you as a man and as a king.

I can't imagine you wouldn't.

You are quite different to your brother, are you not?

I should certainly hope so.

Do you hear that, Anjou? We're talking about you.

That doesn't surprise me.

Charles is always talking about me.

Got a bit of an obsession, I'm afraid.

I find it all quite flattering.

Such wit.

I've always been fascinated by sibling rivalry.

They must have been such fun when they were children.

Indeed.

Am I wrong to assume my son does not disappoint?

You are not.

Hmm.

Then perhaps we can discuss terms as we ride.

Throckmorton will be furious.

But it depends on the terms.

I did tell you I have absolutely no head for business.

Did you?

I don't remember.

Do you know, they say there are two types of thinkers?

The fox who knows lots of little things

and the hedgehog who knows one big thing.

I wonder, which one are you?

Shall we?

Are you not joining us?

Sadly not.

My brother does not share our passion for riding.

Oh, I'm sure you have many other passions, though.

You understand me.

Goodness, Catherine,

how fortunate you are...

all these children

and a big brother to protect you.

What I wouldn't give.

I say, shall we wager? Come on.

Whoever gets the biggest buck sets the terms

of the proposed marriage.

The king, the prince, and the Queen Mother

will represent the House of Valois.

And I shall represent myself.

Three to one? The odds are not in your favor.

Oh, I doubt that.

Well, I wish you good fortune.

Shall we?

After you, Your Majesty.

You're too kind, Your Majesty.

Imagine having all that power,

being God's chosen ruler

and wasting your life chasing small animals

around the forest.

And what would you do with all that power?

Make the world bigger.

Perhaps you haven't heard... the Earth is not flat.

Men are always theorizing about things they cannot prove.

Well, watch the sunset with me one of these evenings,

and I will prove it.

- The sunset? - Mm.

I have not heard that before.

You doubt my motives?

I'm offering to show you what astronomers have proven

and what priests would have them burn for...

a world of infinite possibility.

I thought that's what you wanted.

Maybe I was wrong.

The Earth is not flat.

There is no ring to kiss here.

Oh. Forgive me.

Yes, I don't... I don't know what I was thinking.

How is your arm, Antoine?

It hurts.

Let that be a reminder of the pain of sin.

And once sin passes from you, so will the pain.

Your wife is a wise woman.

You would do well to listen to her.

Can we get on with this, please?

Sister Edith, of course, you've heard

that Queen Elizabeth of England

is here as a prospective bride to the king.

I make no distinction between England and France.

It is the same boot across the neck of the common people

of Europe.

Well said.

Sorry, who are you?

Oh, I represent the English boot.

To know one's self is the start of the path to redemption.

Indeed.

Well, I'm here to reassure you that Queen Elizabeth's entertainment

of the offer to marry the king of France is just that.

It's a... it's an entertainment,

a ruse to lull suspicions, if you will.

We remain committed to your cause,

to destabilize the Valois and promote the new faith.

In that spirit, I hope you will accept a gift...

weapons, four wagons full.

A show of support from the Queen of England

with which you might strike a blow for the cause.

As well as a show of the Bourbon's blessing

on your cause, right, Antoine?

- Yeah, I suppose, yeah. - Mm.

Your power on the continent grows stronger by the day.

We want to help you harness that power.

I do not trust you...

but I will accept your gift.

I would expect nothing less.

Okay, can we go now?

- All right, yep. - Please, can we go?

Uh, I was hoping you might stay, Antoine.

We could read the scriptures together.

As I imagine, that would involve some sort of injury... no, thanks.

Yeah, we will be missed if we're not back soon.

I would like to stay.

I don't think that's a good idea.

No, on the contrary... that is a brilliant idea, Henri.

In fact, I will join you.

To sleep out under the stars

with all the other true believers...

what more could a pure soul desire?

A bed?

Ignore your father, Henri.

All are welcome.

You don't have to do this.

No, don't worry, Father. I-I want to stay.

Are you sure about that?

Well...

good luck to you.

Remember what I told you?

I don't believe in luck.

Preparation, calculation...

precision attack.

Don't... don't worry. He'll be all right.

I don't know, Louis!

I don't know if any of us are going to be all right anymore.

I think... I think I fucked up. I think... I think I fucked up

when I colluded with that poisoner.

I assure you that things will work out for us.

They... they always do.

We are upper class.

It's just the natural order of things.

Ah!

He's fallen!

The king has fallen!

Oh, for God's sake, I'm fine.

Of course you are.

The horse bucked me is all,

just as I was close enough to shoot the beast.

- Your Majesty. - Damn my luck.

What is it?

I have concerns about the king's condition.

You heard the king. He's well.

Of course, but considering the family history,

I would like to examine him further.

The king is fine.

Your Majesty, forgive me.

Your Majesty.

Well...

I'm not sure I made the best impression.

I will have to pace myself.

Queen Elizabeth is a spirited one, isn't she?

Indeed.

She's no match for you.

- You think so? - Of course.

Now you should rest, Your Majesty.

So it's true, then?

I can't lie to you, brother.

You never had any trouble before.

It's that fool leading a garrison in the woods, is it?

She's the real thing.

Second coming?

Possibly...

yeah.

So why'd you come back here, then?

- Because she asked me to. - Hmm.

You think Jesus would ask you to spy?

No, but maybe if Jesus had a spy amongst the Romans,

He wouldn't have ended up nailed to a cross.

So we're Romans now, are we?

Look, let me take you to her, Francois.

You can repent.

The feeling is incredible.

No, you mean you want it to be incredible.

I'm telling you, it's the real thing.

People are watching you.

Do you know the Catholic League came to see Mother?

So, if I were you, I'd get this out of your system, quietly.

And in the meantime, don't get caught,

because I won't be able to help you.

You know, maybe Jesus did have a spy.

Maybe he was nailed to the cross next to Him

having his entrails pulled out by crows,

only his father couldn't raise him from the dead.

You armed your guards.

A gift from the English queen by way of the Bourbons.

That would be treason.

Would it?

Only the king can grant you the terms that you desire.

The king is like the rest of them...

a fly who sits on the wheel of God's chariot,

claiming the dust that is raised as his own.

Do you have any idea the trouble you're causing?

The people who will die in your name?

I'm not your child to be scolded.

No, you're someone who found themself in a terrible ordeal,

who closed their eyes and hoped to die but did not.

And now you mistake God's voice for the voice in your head.

You're not the first.

And believe me, it always ends the same way.

I think it's time you submitted to Christ.

I wouldn't want you to get left behind in the reckoning.

And if I do, will you meet with the king?

You can bring him here...

and I will cleanse him of his sins.

You asked for me?

I want to see my brother.

I believe he is at the building site.

Well, then I will visit him there.

Have my carriage made ready.

Certainly, Your Highness.

What is it?

It's probably nothing, but I looked over the books,

the accounts as you asked me.

And?

And...

there seems to be an irregularity

in some of your brother's numbers,

some funds unaccounted for.

You must be wrong.

Check again.

Yes, Your Majesty.

Yes, I like the gardens. Those are beautiful.

You have a view of the river.

Catherine, a pleasant surprise.

Yes, but apparently I'm not your only surprise.

Queen Elizabeth wanted to see the site.

I wanted to show her your vision for this country...

a monument to unity.

Lovely spot for another one of your great, big houses.

You have so many.

I've had such a delightful time with your brother.

He is so charming. You must be so proud.

Indeed.

And how is the king?

Ah, yes, I heard he fell. Is everything okay?

I am most relieved, the king is well.

The doctor examined him thoroughly.

Oh, good luck.

Excellent. Well, we must go after that stag again tomorrow.

Perhaps in a couple of days.

We wouldn't want to test our luck so soon.

Yes, we will have to find a different way to come to terms.

Well, I think I've seen everything I need to.

Shall we go back?

Of course.

Shall I escort the queen?

I would be most grateful.

Very well.

You called for me, Your Majesty.

I did.

That will be all.

If you want an apology for my betrayal,

I cannot give you an honest one.

I thought you of all people might understand.

Everyone's got to make something of themselves.

I summoned you here for the truth,

not for the false testimony you gave at the Privy Council.

When I rejected your services, you found another patron, did you not?

When I learned that you accepted my advice

and cut me out of the plot,

I did indeed approach another party.

Hmm.

The Bourbons.

So you told them that the poison

that you would give to Aabis would, in fact, not be poison

and would therefore ensure another miracle.

Almost sounds like something the Serpent Queen

could have contrived, does it not?

Perhaps.

And yet you took a dangerous risk thwarting my plans.

I assessed the situation and found no other option.

You made an astute deduction.

I'm impressed, Angelica.

I'd like you to return to my service.

Whatever I can do, Your Majesty.

There is one thing.

My brother...

I want to know what he does at all times.

Certainly.

Can I ask, why not give this task to Rahima?

She is your most trusted, isn't she?

No, you may not.

Never ignore an instinct...

no matter how unpleasant.

You wanted to see me?

I was going over the accounts for the Tuileries project

and had some questions.

Are you telling me there's money missing from the budget?

Because if you are...

you would be correct.

I have taken some here and there as I have seen fit

and adjusted the numbers accordingly...

just like you.

Yes...

you see, I know all about you and your arrangements

with lace makers and manservants.

You take what you want,

because like me...

you were not born to be a servant.

You know I am a prince...

a Medici?

The blood that runs through my veins

is the same as the queen's, and yet I am to scrape and beg?

I don't think so.

Everything that was rightfully mine was stolen from me

simply because of an accident of matrimony,

and I intend to get it back fivefold,

whereupon these trifling sums would be nothing.

Shall I go?

What is this?

- What is this? - It's a warning.

You are surrounded by traitors.

I know the Guises and the Bourbons conspire against me.

They always have, and I'm dealing with it!

You don't know the half of what you're dealing with.

- You're wrong. - Ah.

You are so wrong!

I'm on the verge of solving all of this country's problems

with a queen who is as practical as I am!

If you're talking about the bastard daughter

of Henry VIII, you are a fool!

She will never be your ally.

And she will make the king the slave of her bedchamber,

as she has so many others before him!

Who are you to talk about the will of queens, huh?

You're just a peasant hawking mud and ground herbs

and calling it destiny!

I am the one who has known you since you were a girl.

Have you seen any visions of late?

The raven, perhaps?

That's the symbol of England, is it not?

No!

You cannot deny your true nature any more than Anjou can.

If you do...

I've had enough of you and your superstitions!

I never should have brought you to France with me,

because you exploit my fears as you do our intimacy!

It is time for us to part ways.

My soldiers will come tomorrow to raze this hut to the ground,

and I suggest you do not be here!

No, no.

Shame about that buck.

Well, perhaps it was divine intervention,

our great Catholic God striking down your plans

for wrecking France from the inside.

Is that how you see me...

as an agent of chaos?

Aren't you?

Something tells me you wouldn't mind

if I brought my kind of chaos a bit closer to you,

no matter my intentions.

Mm.

My tastes are a bit different from my brother's.

You wouldn't know what to do with me.

I wouldn't be too sure.

My tastes are not as conventional as they seem.

I really do believe we should sate our appetites

for the brief period that we are here on this Earth.

So the Virgin Queen is...?

A figure of speech.

Do you know the more time I spend with you,

the more I question whether I have, in fact, been presented

with the right brother?

Is that so?

Hmm.

There you are.

Hello, brother.

I was just telling Queen Elizabeth

how much I thought you two had in common.

Were you?

It's not like you to pay me a compliment.

You know, it's hard to believe that's the same little boy

who used to beg to sleep at the end of my bed

curled up like a dog.

Goodness...

all this unprocessed emotion between the two of you...

it is so invigorating.

What do you think about a competition of skill?

I have to confess, the idea makes me quite...

pert.

A fence, a joust to settle things?

No, thanks.

It doesn't matter what we choose.

I will always best him, unless, of course,

the competition is sartorial in nature.

Then I happily surrender.

Charles, I'd really rather not.

I insist, as your king.

Oh, and I as your queen.

Then it's settled. We fence.

What fun.

Are you enjoying playing the English queen's courtship games?

I thought you'd be all for this marriage.

If you care to hear,

I have proof that it's not for marriage

that the Queen of England has arrived in France.

As it happens, I do not care to hear,

as I'm sure you're proof only concerns this girl

whom you seek to protect at all costs.

You need to go to Sister Edith,

hear her out, show your followers that you're listening.

It's the only way to prevent war.

If I didn't know any better,

I'd say you have chosen her over me.

Anjou, choose your sword.

Can I have a word?

If this is about my prospective bride,

your jealousy is beginning to bore me.

I'm sorry she doesn't want the second in line

to the throne, Anjou.

Charles, this is not a good idea.

She's clearly trying to play us off against each other.

This woman collects fiancés, not husbands.

Well, why should I fear a competition with you?

Even if you win, she'll come running back to me

the moment she finds out your true nature.

Everybody knows it's Sodom and Gomorrah

every night in your chambers.

After all, what queen wants to be married to a faggot?

Well...

who am I to deny my king?

Indeed.

Charles.

You really must stop this.

You might still be affected from your fall.

There is no shame in being cautious.

- Tell him. - I did.

- I feel fine, Mother. - You must stop it immediately.

I said, "I feel fine."

Oh, Catherine,

I'm so glad you decided to come.

Little friendly competition between brothers...

so romantic for my enjoyment.

I don't know about romantic. In this heat?

Well, they are young men.

What could be more natural than sweating like animals?

Unless, of course, the king is unwell,

in which case, we must stop it at once.

No. Of course not.

You are right.

- It's Mother's nerves. - Hmm.

- Anjou. - Mother.

Let him win.

Beat him, and I will make sure you regret it.

I do not speak in jest.

Tell me you understand me.

I understand.

You're the king.

He's still your little brother here.

Everything all right?

I was just wishing both of my sons good luck.

Good, 'cause as it stands, the Valois brothers

are playing for my heart.

It is my intention to marry the winner.

Care to make an assault?

First touch for the Duke of Anjou.

Come on.

Second shot for the king.

Best of three is a bout.

Come on, Anjou, you're going too easy on him.

Mother, you must put a stop this.

Come on.

What's the matter with you? I'm handing this to you.

Doctor!

Charles, Charles. Charles, look at me.

Look at me, Charles.

♪ To know, know, know him ♪

♪ Is to love, love, love him ♪

My darling.

♪ Just to see that smile ♪

He's fine, he's fine. He's fine.

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