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Every time I turn around, he's beside you.

I want a good life and a
husband to share it with.

I wonder if you might entertain

a chance to be a queen.

I can't keep living like this.

- Be my wife.
- Too much

has passed between us. And
now you want to go to Condé.

- I forbid it.
- Come to

Scotland with me. I want you.

I've had a message from England.

Queen Elizabeth wants you.

That'll be the Count and Countess du Grace.

Your Majesty, I present
you my daughter, Lady Anna.

Two places, fifth table from the king's.

Kenna, I'm impressed. You've really

got this all in hand, don't you?

Mm, I'm surprised Catherine
trusted you to plan the banquet.

The dauphin vintage tasting is not exactly

a coronation, but still,

the chance to taste wine
bottled on the day of the king's

birth is bringing nobles
from all over France.

Well, actually, it was Mary's decision,

although I'm sure Catherine

would have happily given me the opportunity

just to see me fail.

Oh, dear. I recognize

Count du Grace, but

that's not the countess.

Do you think he brought his mistress?

No, he's hoping he brought
the king's mistress.

I don't understand.

I should have warned
you. I suppose I expected

you'd instinctively grasp every nuance

of the sordid tradition
of a king's mistress.

But the king doesn't have a mistress.

Not yet. That's why
these lords are bringing

their ready young daughters.
They're hoping that

Francis will choose one of them

- to take to his bed.
- And what makes

them think that Francis wants a mistress?

Our estrangement has become obvious.

Separate chambers...

Well, plenty of kings and queens keep

separate chambers. You did.

Just when I was starting to like you.

I'll have to completely
rearrange the seating.

I won't have any of these
pert little opportunists

sitting anywhere near Mary.

Don't worry about it, Kenna.

Your outrage is touching,

but I can hardly take offense
when I'm the one who suggested

we live separate lives.

You don't want that...

I suppose in their minds,
it's a simple trade.

One daughter will be bedded
by a man she'll never marry,

but if that man is the king and
the family now has his favor,

- it's worth it.
- Oh, yes.

It worked for the Boleyn girls.

Well, for their father, anyway.

Well, they won't get anywhere.

Not with Francis.

He loves Mary.

Things change, Lola.

If Francis and Mary are finished,

there's an opportunity at the king's side

for some lucky girl here.

I need to speak with you.

There are plans to settle. Scotland.

This is not the place.

Hardly.

Shouldn't there be an empty room

in the wine cellar now,

devoid of a certain vintage?

I'll meet you there in an hour.

I have some good news
for you, little brother.

The English queen's
envoy is in the village,

and I've arranged a meeting.

If you can charm him

as well as you've charmed the Scots queen,

you may end up with an
English crown on your head.

If I have a head left to put it on.

You take too many risks, Antoine.

What if Francis finds out you
have me courting Elizabeth?

Have they found out what
we've been up to so far?

He knows his mother and
father were poisoned,

and barely missed learning
you were behind it.

And yet here we are,

only two or three chess moves away

from becoming a pair of Bourbon kings.

Exactly as we were destined

by blood.

Your Majesty.

Majesty.

Please allow me to present

my niece, Lady Amelie.

Majesty.

Welcome to court, Lady Amelie.

She's my sister's child,

but my pride

swells for her as if she were my own.

Brilliant mind,

and a lover of all the... sensual arts.

Enjoys poetry,

plays the lute like an angel,

and has a gift

for embroidery.

As a matter of fact, Amelie,

why don't you take a look

at the annunciation
tapestry in the map room?

Stunning work.

There is no scrap of courtly advantage

you won't stoop to grasp, is there?

Even offering your own niece as a mistress.

Don't we all have a duty
to grasp what life offers?

But as a king may not stoop to grasp,

his subjects must offer.

Well, as long as you're offering things,

kindly do me the favor of making it known

I am not seeking a mistress.

Multiple lords have brought
both wives and daughters,

so we'll need two extra tables.

We'll also need extra
cake, extra everything.

This is the new seating chart.

King Antoine, you're still here.

I'd heard...

That I was scheduled to return to Navarre?

So you're keeping tabs on me.

Well, I take hope from that. Don't.

I couldn't leave, not without your answer.

My answer is no.

Well, that's not the answer
I was hoping to leave with.

So here I'll stay.

I don't trust you, and I don't believe you.

Why?

Because your suggestion that we should wed

as soon as your ailing
wife dies is so rash.

It is rash,

and yet here I am.

I can't seem to take back my words,

- and I can't seem to leave you.
- Antoine, I'm married.

Well, if that's your only objection,

then you've given me even more hope.

Please, come to me.

So we can talk,

just talk.

I'm so sorry, Mary.

If I'd known the kind of
guests the event would draw,

I would have canceled the tasting.

It's not your fault.

Rumors of our distance is spreading.

Timing of the event is terrible.

I don't think time would
change much for us, Francis.

Yes, well, that is
where you and I disagree.

Not the only place.

Condé.

Does it not strike you as unfair that I am

forbidden to live my
life the way I desire...

Don't speak to me

- of your desire for another.
- My desire to put

the horrors of my past behind me.

- I feel as though I'm drowning.
- Mary.

I need to breathe again.

To be happy.

An affair with Condé endangers your life

and our countries' alliance.

Is that all there is to it?

No jealousy or regret?

Because you think that if
you simply bide your time,

I will come back to you?

I do think that.

I love you,

and I would do anything

to undo the choices I made

now that I know their outcome, but I can't.

Nor can I alter the fact
that we live in a world

where a queen's infidelity

is considered an act of treason,

because any child you had
must be presumed illegitimate.

The nobles would want your
head and demand Condé's,

and I can't promise I
could protect either of you.

And in Condé's case,
I'm not sure I'd want to.

I can't do this anymore.

Do what?

Hear the truth of our lives?

I'm sorry, but I am determined

to stop you from making a decision

that could cost you your head.

And there is no more

to say on the subject.

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Are those the things Antoine gave you?

No, as a matter of fact, I sent those back.

If you want to castigate me...

Don't worry, I'm not
seeking an argument. I...

I thought we might talk.

Must we?

You had plenty to say the
other night. What's changed?

I just don't really see the point.

If things have got that
bad, how can there not be

- a point in talking?
- Bash, I'm sorry,

but I have a banquet to manage.

I'm sorry I took so long.

I kept having to change directions.

I ran into servants at
every step of the way.

Have you thought about
how you'll achieve this?

I have hired an agent to
gather intelligence for me.

I need to know which
harbors are safe to land,

which nobles I can trust,

which areas haven't been infiltrated

by Elizabeth's troops.

I think I can help with that.

I've arranged a trade
delegation from my principality.

It'll book passage to Scotland
for enough men to protect

a sizable portion of gold or a queen

traveling under a false name.

Louis, that's very generous,

but you'd be opening yourself up

to retribution from your king.

My king can't hurt me

if he is in France and I'm in Scotland.

Then you've made up your mind?

You want to come with me?

There is no place I'd rather be.

I don't know what to say.

I'm sorry.

I can't.

It's not yet safe for that.

But for the first time in so long,

I think the time is close.

Fetch me something.

I don't care what it is,
but fetch it from far away.

I have to ask you something.

You're a king.

You could have anyone.

So honestly, Antoine, why me?

It is not easy for most men to love you.

You lack shame, Kenna,

which makes you bold.

It makes you seem open to the pleasures

that men want to give to you,

but later it makes you seem open to rivals.

This makes men jealous.

But not me.

I have no use for shame,

and I do not fear rivals.

These are all lovely words, Antoine,

but they don't change the fact

that you have a wife, and I a husband.

You have a husband who
no longer trusts you.

I think if you ask him for an annulment,

he will grant you one.

I have a dying wife

who wants me to find

a mother for our children.

Are you sure you want a mother

for your children who has no shame?

Well, I believe shame is the worst thing

a parent can teach their children.

I want my children to be joyful

and frank and adventurous.

Like you.

But if parenthood

- is something that doesn't interest you...
- No.

It does, actually.

More so than it does my husband.

Kenna, my last marriage
was for duty and politics.

I want my next marriage
to be about something more.

I can't.

I'm so sorry, I have to go.

It's lovely and grand
and all, but it won't do.

I need to show my meat and potatoes.

First of all,

try not to refer to your
body as "meat and potatoes."

The men you are trying to attract

are looking for something more...

refined.

Pay attention, Gigi.

Greer knows what she's talking about.

Fine. I'm wearing your
nun's habit. What's next?

Excuse me.

I'm looking for...

Greer.

Is this a bad time?

No! Uh... yes! I...

Uh... my a... attending ladies

and I were just...

- ... trying on dresses.
- Attending ladies?

Shh!

I'll... I'll meet you downstairs, shall I?

All right.

Later.

I'll tell you everything later.

I, uh,

I was deployed at Languedoc.

That's when I heard the news.

I checked for you at the
castle, and that's when

I learned that you'd moved here, to town.

Bugger off!

I'm not going anywhere until you...

Pay no attention. The customers
like to complain the beer's

been watered down, but
as soon as they drink

enough of it, they settle.

What?

I'm not used to hearing you...

speak like that.

No, I meant what news?

Lord Castleroy.

I'm afraid he's in prison.

Convicted of treason for
funding the castle attack.

Wealthy friends commuted

his death sentence, so he'll live,

but...

he'll never be free again.

My God.

Not ever.

Poor Aloysius.

I worried

when I hadn't heard from him, but...

That's it, then.

Any chance we had of a future...

I'm so sorry.

Greer, how are you faring?

I'm all right.

Um, with... without your husband

or your... your position with Mary?

It's been...

an adjustment, of course,

but I'm finding my way.

How?

Thank you for taking the time

to bring me news of my husband.

I'm sure it can't have been easy.

Good day to you, Leith.

And good luck,

now that you're back.

Brother!

You don't look to be
dressed for the tasting.

- I was about to take a ride.
- It will have to be a short ride

if you don't want to miss your meeting

with the English queen's envoy.

He's anxious to meet
her new Bourbon suitor.

You'll have to reset the
meeting; I can't do it tonight.

I went to considerable
lengths to get us this meeting.

You'll have to do better
than "not tonight."

I have my own principality, Antoine,

with needs that concern me and not you.

It concerns me if your principality might

get in the way of our
family obtaining a kingdom.

You can't have a new
kingdom without me as king.

I'd bear that in mind.

I'm looking forward

to tasting your vintage, Majesty.

Greatly.

Lady Amelie, I'm sorry to say

I will have to miss tonight's festivities.

But I do hope you enjoy them.

Are you sure? Will you reconsider?

Mary, I was just explaining
to Lord Stephan's niece

that I can't make it
to the tasting tonight.

Because you and I

are set to review the plans
for that new reliquary.

Oh.

Uh, those plans aren't ready

for us to review just yet.

And in any case,

I will be spending the night

at the abbey of Saint Seraphina.

So your night is free.

Completely free, as I'm sure you are aware.

Are you certain, Mary?

I am.

It's a long ride to the warming lodge

where we're meeting my agent.

Are you ready?

- Is there an explanation for your absence?
- Yes.

There's nothing holding us back.

I need to choose a safe harbor to land

in a region firmly under Catholic control,

so that as I move my small fighting force

across the countryside, it only grows.

By the time I reach my enemies,

I will have an army at my back.

Can you find this information for me?

I can, Majesty, given time.

How much time?

I'll need at least a week.

Probably two, to be safe.

Then hurry, Ridley.

And thank you.

Louis, it's happening.
It's finally happening.

Do you know what this means?

I can move forward.

We can move forward.

I can unify my country,

and we can have a place to be together.

I want to celebrate, too.

When it's safe. We should
get you back to the castle.

But why?

No one knows we're here.

And we are alone.

Mary, we needn't rush anything.

You have never rushed me.

And you have always been by my side.

I feel safe with you.

Lords and Ladies, we are gathered tonight

to commemorate a most special vintage,

bottled to commemorate the birth

of a most special Dauphin.

Please, join me in toasting King Francis.

Cheers!

Sample the vintage and
you'll note the many ways

it is like our fine, young king.

It is elegant, understated, yet bold...

All these young ladies

hoping to catch the king's eye...

Why not you?

Is that what you were hinting at earlier?

To answer your question:

because I am Mary's lady.

- Mm-hmm.
- And friend.

Also, you despise me.

Why are you looking at me that way?

Because you're the
mother of my son's child.

You have given Francis
something that Mary hasn't

and probably never will.

And he likes you.

You could make him very happy.

What more could a mother want for her son?

Kenna.

Bash.

I wasn't expecting to see you here.

I've decided it's far past time

that I danced with my wife.

I'm sorry.

- Bash, you don't need to...
- Yes, I do.

If you think our marriage is so far gone

it's not even worth discussing,

I must have done something wrong.

I know I work too hard.

When I am around,

I'm either distracted or in a bad mood.

But I don't want that
to be our relationship.

So I had a thought.

- Let's go to Paris.
- Paris?

- Why?
- You love Paris.

But you hate it. I will love it for you.

I used to know how to make you happy.

I want to be that husband again.

What do you think?

I don't know what to say.

Francis...

have you seen Mary?

She told me that she planned
on spending the evening

at the abbey of Saint Seraphina.

How we used to dance at these parties,

and now she can barely stand to be near me.

Or in the same castle, apparently.

I'm sorry to interrupt,

but my uncle sent me to
give you a private message.

Something he's learned of one of the lords.

Of course.

Excuse me.

What's this message that's so important?

I'm sorry, Majesty.

There is no message.

All that wine,

and the look of you, I just...

Is this your choosing or
has someone pressured you?

Your uncle,

Lord Narcisse, for example?

He encouraged it.

- Ah.
- But when I saw you...

The choice is mine.

Is that what he told you to say?

Lady Amelie, I offer you nothing.

If I were you,

I would leave.

But you're not me, are you?

You're not a girl who's spent all her life

watching a handsome young prince

become a king.

You may not offer me anything,

but you wouldn't be taking
anything from me, either.

I've lain with other boys,

but never a man like you.

And as to your marriage...

I've learned to live

with wanting things I can't have.

Oh, that's a lesson I'd like to learn.

I'm all right.

Louis,

- I think...
- It's enough for now.

For now.

Did I fall asleep?

That was...

You are talented.

You were so lost in it.

Was that what you wanted?

To lose yourself?

You are quite lovely, Lady Amelie.

Thank you.

I have to go.

Will you be all right?

What was that for?

Fun. What of it?

That's enough of that.

We've been seen.

Who was that woman? She saw us together.

She could tell anyone...
it would mean our heads.

She won't.

Go back to the castle.

Wait for me there.

Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah!

Who are you?

What is your business in these parts?

Antoine.

You can't honestly be surprised

that I protected my own interests.

After you balked at your
meeting with Elizabeth's envoy,

I had you followed.

You may go.

And don't worry...

she's loyal to me.

Your secret's safe.

For now.

Is that a threat?

You're jeopardizing your
future, our family's future.

You must end your affair with Mary.

I will not.

You will do what your family needs.

Or I will tell Francis all that I know

of you and his wife.

He will cut off my head, Antoine.

Who will get you Elizabeth then?

Well, you won't help me now.

Why should I think you'll
help me if I let you live?

And remember, if the
nobles learn of the affair,

the law demands Mary's head, too.

Will you risk Mary's life
for a few nights of passion?

You have two hours.

End it with Mary, or
I will end both of you.

Well, you couldn't be with him
when he was a kitchen servant

and you were a queen's lady.

That I understand.

But now it's different.

He's an officer of the kingsguard, and...

I'm married.

Now and forever.

It's wrong and scandalous.

And you would be ruined.
Aren't you already?

It's not the worst thing
in the world, is it?

Is that your man now?

Yes, but he's not my man.

You judge apples by color.

Also firmness.

Like this one.

Leith.

What...

what are you doing here?

I wanted to offer my friendship.

If you should ever need
help with anything...

companionship, rent money,

produce selection... anything.

I know you're cut off from the castle,

but you're never cut off from me.

That's truly kind.

I'm sorry I dismissed
you so abruptly before.

I guess I was overcome
by pride... foolish pride.

Hands off, pig!

I don't owe you no poke or no tug.

Shut up!

You heard the girl...
take your hands off her.

Don't make me waste another
perfectly good apple.

They're very expensive.

Leave us alone!

Be a gentleman, sir,

and let go of her.

I said it's none of your business.

Actually, it is my business.

Gigi is my neighbor, my friend and...

You mean she's one of your whores?

I've seen you pocket your take from them.

You tell your whore she ain't done her job,

and I want what's mine, one way or another.

You'll step away from Gigi now,
or everyone here will understand

why the working girls
call you "Old Shrivel."

Would you like that, sir?

Who needs you?

- Out of my way.
- You all right?

Thank you.

You showed him, Greer.

Did you find the woman?

She led me straight to
the man she works for.

The man who sent her to follow me.

Follow you?

Who was it? Francis?

My brother.

Antoine knows about us?

About Scotland?

Nothing of Scotland, not yet.

Why would he have you followed?

Does he suspect you of something?

Is... is there some issue
between the two of you?

My brother seeks advantage

whenever he can.

And now he has it.

Mary, we need to reconsider our plans...

Scotland, all of it.

Why?

Antoine said that if we don't break it off,

he'll tell Francis what he knows.

It would cost you your head.

Why would he risk your
life to keep us apart?

I... I don't know.

Then we must face reality.

We cannot be together, not now.

And as much as I want you,

I will not risk your life to be with you.

I'm so sorry.

I would have given anything
to go on the way we were.

To join you in Scotland.

I know.

Forgive me, but you look ghastly.

Yes, well, I've felt better.

When I've had more sleep.

I saw you leave the tasting last night

with Narcisse's niece.

She came back hours later, all smiles.

And you never came back at all.

Lola, don't.

Don't give up on her, Francis.

I know Mary's pushing you away,

but given what she's been through,

it's what she needs to do.

All she needs is time.

You, you sound exactly like me,

and like me, you're wrong.

Mary doesn't want time.

What she wants is Condé.

No.

No, she admitted it, Lola.
She wants to be with him.

I forbade it, of course. Can
you imagine what that was like?

Telling my wife, after
all she's been through,

that no, she cannot have the one thing

she believes will make her happy.

An affair that would get her killed.

Look, I know this must hurt.

But if you can't dissuade
Mary from this course,

then you owe it to her to do
what you can to protect her.

As a king, you can squash rumors,

and if that fails,

you can shield them from
the severest punishment.

It is a betrayal.

Do you think Mary turns
to Condé to hurt you?

She loves you.

She does what she does because
she sees no other option.

She's desperate to get
past her pain, to heal.

So I should stand by, a king,

and grant my wife free
rein to be with another man?

I don't know, Francis.

It depends on how much you love her.

And how much you want her to heal.

And to heal yourself.

Majesty, your queen has arrived,
and she bids that you join her.

Jeanne?

She's here? Since when?

She arrived a few minutes ago.

Hurry.

My wife needs a chair.

- Your Grace.
- My lady.

- Some water!
- Water!

Are you all right, my darling?

Give me one moment.

Kenna, please stop.

Listen.

Whatever you think you may know,

my wife is pregnant, yes,

but she's still very ill.

That's why I sent for her... I thought

she might want to meet you...

Enough!

You didn't invite her. I did.

I had to see this illness
of hers for myself.

So you were testing my story.

Bash was right.

Your only intention was vengeance

on him for killing your brother.

You never intended to marry
me, not for one moment.

Just to bed me,

to punish my husband.

You're right.

It began that way,

- but I do want you.
- As what?!

I thought I'd convince
you to be my mistress.

Because I'd be ruined.

And... my husband humiliated.

Well, I can't deny
hoping for that last bit.

You judge me, but you don't
know who these people are.

They've committed atrocities.

Murder by the thousands.

They are rulers. This
is the price they pay.

You can still leave with me.

I will love you and make you happy.

I am happy!

And I love my husband.

If my wife had arrived gravely ill,

you'd have left your husband.

Your marriage is already over.

You just don't know it yet.

- Francis, we need to talk.
- I know.

I was going to come and find you

once I could bring myself to do it.

I assume you're here about Condé.

In a way, yes.

He is yours.

You're free...

to do as you please.

I don't understand.

What's changed?

I cannot bear to see you in pain.

And I will not be the
cause of any more suffering.

Even if your pain results from being kept

from another man whom you desire.

- Francis...
- It's best that you don't interrupt.

This is not easy or pleasant,

and I'm not even sure if it's wise.

But if you sincerely believe

that your best path to
healing is at his side,

I will not stand in your way.

You may remain at court with
Condé with my protection.

Don't make me regret this, Mary.

For God's sake, be careful.

Just don't be seen with him.

I will protect you as best I can,

silence any rumors I'm able to.

But if there is ever proof...

If we are caught together, you mean.

If there is a child.

I'm sorry we've come to this.

Mm.

Well, it's as you suggested months ago.

Let us hope that this allows

one of us to be happy at least.

Ask for Baron Eduard at the
ball, and tell him you're

seeking his training in how to
become more skillful courtesans.

That should flatter his ego.

Teach us to be better whores?

I like it. Wish us luck.

My, how the tables have turned.

Now it's you who fears being seen with me.

Greer, you all but announced
at that market that you are...

A madam?

- I am, Leith.
- You must separate yourself

from this trade, from these women.

I'm trapped in a marriage to
a man in prison for treason.

I'm disgraced in the eyes of the Crown

and most of this village.

I have nothing to offer any man.

And little enough to offer a friend.

Except for the women I'm helping.

I can't give that up.

Not even for your approval.

It's a hard enough life without
seeing your disappointment.

So I'll make it easier on both of us

and go elsewhere.

I don't care what you do.

I don't care what they say. I want you.

I want you.

Don't.

Don't stop.

I got word that you were leaving.

I'm finding this French
court extremely trying.

I'd like to leave with at
least one prospect intact.

Please tell me you've
ended things with Mary,

so I don't have to go back

inside and tell Francis

what you've been doing with his wife.

You told me that blood, family...

is everything, and I am your brother.

I don't think you'd risk my death.

It is you who is taking
the risk, and for what?

Love.

Mary will never leave Francis.

She has a duty not only
to France, but to Scotland.

I don't need a lecture
on politics, Antoine...

Then on love.

For theirs was rumored to be great.

If Mary can turn away from
her husband after being married

for less than a year, then she is a fickle

and foolish woman.

That may have been your one
chance to harm a king and live.

When this is over,

you will be running for your life.

Having turned down the queen of
England, who will despise you,

and been cast aside by the queen of Scots,

who will want you gone.

Your parting will happen slowly,

by the way, as Mary knows
you've risked your life.

Oh, my guess is that she'll
inch back to her husband,

feeling guilty for costing you your head.

Because even Mary knows

that Francis will find a
way to kill you for this.

A knife in the back, perhaps.

The Valois way.

Please... be sensible, Louis.

Meet with Elizabeth's envoy.

Build a future controlled by you,

not the changeable heart of a woman.

I have to go.

I've left a parting gift

for Kenna and Bash, and soon I'll be

even less welcome than I am now.

Hyah!

Bash, if you meant what
you said, and you'll take me

to Paris, then I would like to go soon.

Now, even.

Someone left this letter on my desk.

It's addressed to the queen
of Navarre, Antoine's wife.

It's an invitation to the tasting.

Written by you.

Um... it must have been
dropped off here by a servant,

after the queen presented it.

Why did you invite her in the first place?

You write, "We do hope

your recent illness will
not prevent your attendance."

What recent illness?

Who told you the queen was sick?
Why was this left on my desk?

Is it some kind of coded message?

Is this Antoine's work?
Kenna, say something!

Please stop! Just stop!

I'm so tired of all the lies.

Of making you believe I'm someone I'm not.

He asked me to marry him, Bash.

He said he'd make me a queen.

He was lying, of course.

But I was ready to say yes.

I wanted it.

I wanted a different life.

I wanted things you could never give me.

And never can.

Then there is no reason for me to be here.

Look at that forehead.

So smooth.

Free of worry.

Ah, I envy him of that.

I do, too.

I thought you'd want to know that I...

I took your advice.

I let Mary go.

You did?

I did.

I hated it, every moment of it.

But now, somehow I... I feel better.

Awful, but better.

You are a kind

and selfless man.

And you were right.

As you so often are.

Now that Mary is free
to move on without me...

I find that I'm free to do the same.

Lately I've found that...

the only times that I feel truly
safe in this castle, untaxed,

unworried and... peaceful

as this lucky child here,

is when I'm with you.

Francis, no.

We both still love Mary.

And who knows?

When she finds the strength
to truly love again,

you may find you're not as
free from her as you think.

Louis, come in quickly.

I got your summons. I was worried.

Francis has had a change of heart.

He's not going to stand in our way.

We have to be discreet, of course, but...

- As soon as we go to Scotland...
- Well, there's no need to rush

our departure now. We can be cautious.

How cautious?

Why?

What if Francis changes his mind again?

What if this promise of
safety here is fleeting?

Francis has given this
much painful thought.

He didn't make this decision easily.

Exactly!

What man, what king, would
give another man his wife?

Mary, we need to get out of here.

You do realize that even in Scotland,

we would have to be discreet.

Of course I understand that.

But you would be queen of your own nation.

You would have some additional freedom.

Unless you're having second
thoughts of leaving at all.

We are going to Scotland.

I am needed there, and
I want you at my side.

I love you.

How do you feel about Francis?

You don't think this

act of unprecedented generosity

is a trick somehow?

Francis has only ever wanted to protect me.

Because he loves you.

Because he wants you back.

He's doing this to win you back.

I can hear you soften toward him.

You and I have made plans together.

And that hasn't changed.

But we need to trust each other.

Do we trust each other?

All right.

Of course, I trust you.

She'll be pleased to hear
what you've told me today.

A marriage alliance like this would be

a boon to her people...

and yours.

Please send her my
warmest personal regards.

From what I've been told,

there's no queen more beautiful,

gracious or wise than Elizabeth.

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