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You have a wife, Robert.

We can never be together.

Leith!

Claude!

Her fear of me actually
helped you land her?

Admit it, Stephan.

- I did no such thing.
- You and I are so alike.

You'll miss me, she'll judge you,

and in so doing miss the best parts of you.

Francis.

Promise me that you'll stay in France

until the future king is safe

and my mother is secured as regent.

I will, I promise. I promise.

Francis' death leaves Mary

alone and vulnerable.

Francis' horse is magnificent.

Yes, he is.

It's been three weeks,

but I still have to
remind myself each morning

that he's gone, that I am king.

I envied the bond you two shared.

I came to Francis as a brother,

free from politics or agenda.

A king needs that kind of support.

I'd like to be a brother to you, too.

Sebastian.

Lord Grenier.

How's the harvest season
treating your grapes?

We've enjoyed a cool autumn.

The castle's collective thirst

should be quenched for another year.

How was the ride?

We took the shortcut just west
of the river as you suggested.

Wonderful.

Tomorrow I shall take you out myself.

I'm not sure that's appropriate.

I don't see why not.

I am a member of the king's privy council.

But it's customary to
suspend government business

until after the coronation.

I would hardly call this business.

He has an impressive pedigree.

There's not a fox in France

that can match the speed of this dog.

- What's his name?
- That's entirely up to you.

A gift from the council.

In hopes of expressing our
eagerness to work together.

I'm heading out for a hunt.

Shall we see what he can do?

Another time.

Your loss, brother.

Has the council begun discussing
candidates for the regency?

My late brother had
hoped Catherine de Medici

would be installed in the position.

That's of no concern to a king's deputy.

But thank you for looking out for Charles.

We're all in this together.

Mary?

Francis' things.

Where would you like them?

Consult with the steward

and find a place to
store the king's clothes.

Nothing should be disposed
of without my knowledge.

Wait.

Not that one.

Francis wore it at our wedding.

Off with you.

All of you, now.

Greer, I'm fine.

Mary, you're not fine.

You just lost the man you love,

and now they're moving
you to a lesser room.

Treating the queen of
Scotland like she's...

An outsider?

That's because I am.

Greer, it's been three
weeks since Francis died.

I may still be a queen,

but I am no longer the queen of France.

Mary.

I think we have a problem.

Catherine's still not herself,

when she most needs to be.

Catherine.

It's well past noon.

Helene says you haven't left your chambers.

I wake with the sun.

I do every day.

I wash and I dress.

Perhaps you would find some
comfort in the music room,

practicing virginals, or the chapel.

How can I pray to a god

when I'm certain he does not hear me?

We are all lost right now.

But we must try to remember that Francis

saw a future for all of us.

And yours was bright
and powerful as regent.

While you've been distracted by your grief,

the privy council has
been meeting without you.

Three times in the last week.

Charles is too young to
rule or fend for himself...

and you are the queen mother.

Until the privy council
elects a new regent,

you must be present

for all transitional government assemblies.

They have another candidate?

And the vote is only weeks away.

Lord Grenier has been
cozying up to Charles,

wooing him with gifts.

Whoever wins will need Charles' support.

Lord Grenier knows that
a king and his regent

can't work together without
an established trust.

We think Grenier is angling
himself for the position.

Why do you want to help me?

The first thing I would do

as regent is pull the
French troops from Scotland,

end the reckless war

that Francis sustained purely
out of his love for you.

My election could mean the end

of your nation.

You know that.

I have no power in France,

I am widowed and alone.

But I am staying to fight for your future

because I made my husband a promise.

Francis forgave you because he knew

you were the only choice for regent,

one who could secure his brother's reign.

There's not a single noble on the council

that'd be willing to vote for me.

Not yet.

But you cannot lose this battle.

Catherine, please,

no one is more focused than you are

on keeping Charles on that throne.

You must claim what is
yours, for your sons.

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She destroyed it?

That accord was a mutual agreement

between nations for peace.

And in exchange, Mary agreed

to give up her claim to my throne.

But now her husband is
dead, her power diminished.

She'll never relinquish
her right to my crown.

A widowed Mary is less
of a threat than ever.

For now.

But a widowed Mary is also a wild card.

She could return home, bolstering Scotland

or seek a new marriage alliance.

Had you succeeded, my
rule would be protected.

Instead, my cousin remains
a threat to me forever.

Mary's ability to
bewitch men is well known.

I've never given you
reason to doubt my loyalty.

No.

Not until now.

I'm calling an emergency
session of the council.

My troops will march on
Linlithgow immediately.

Linlithgow.

Mary's birthplace?

I hope you don't feel too sorry for her.

So, has Lord Dudley returned to court?

No, Your Majesty.

He remains at his family home in Norfolk

and ignores our every summons.

And you made it clear I must see him?

As his queen?

Our last visit found his wife unattended.

Sir Robert is away on
business at the coast.

Hmm.

Perhaps I extended my
invitation to the wrong Dudley.

I've asked you here

because I'm in need of your services

in a new position at court.

Keeper of the Swans. It will require

you return to your rooms
at the castle permanently.

I've heard swans are
vicious, awful creatures.

What is it that makes me qualified

for such a distinguished title?

How did you make him come back to you?

I am his wife.

We're bound by God.

He loves it here at court.

His life is here at court,

not on some family farm
he cares little about.

What did you say to him, Amy,

to convince him to leave?

I'm sure he'll tell you himself.

That's why I'm here, isn't it?

Because I can't turn down a
position given by my queen.

And as my husband, at some point

Robert will have to return.

To me.

To you.

Welcome home, Amy.

- My Grace.
- Majesty.

Catherine.

My condolences.

I don't need your condolences,
I need your cooperation.

My son is a child, but
he is still your king,

and he should be represented here.

Well, this meeting is merely informal.

The council can't make
any political decisions

until a new regent is elected.

Then why gather at all?

Uh...

Either I am a fragile, wilting female

meant only to mourn, or
a power-grabbing harpy.

Lord Grenier seemed very confident,

as if he'd already won,

even though the vote is still weeks away.

- Why?
- He recently sold off

one of his most profitable vineyards.

Perhaps he's using the
money to bribe the council.

Grenier wants to see to it
that I have no power at court.

And right now, he and the
nobles have the upper hand.

Mary, Francis was wrong to
burden you with my future.

Can't you see that I've lost?

Failing Francis is not an option.

If you can't fight,

then I will fight them for you.

I missed you.

I wish I could have been
at your side at the funeral.

Catherine deserved the
time to mourn her son

without my throwing our
happy marriage in her face.

That doesn't mean I'm not still anxious

about her coming after us.

Well, the land deals I've made

to secure a seat on the
council are almost finalized,

so... soon.

Stephan, we've already wasted half the day.

Well, I would not call
time spent in pursuit

of mutual carnal satisfaction a waste.

Mm-hmm.

Tell me, do you have any fantasies?

None that come to mind.

- Do you?
- Of course.

"Of course"? What do you mean, "of course?"

Don't worry.

They all involve you, my beautiful wife.

Perhaps it's time

we broadened our erotic horizons.

We had a somewhat
non-traditional courtship,

and I think part of that
is what intrigued you.

And now we're married,
which is excitement enough.

I see.

- Show me.
- Show you?

You want something from me, take it.

Be the aggressor. I think
you'll quite like it.

I think it would make me feel a bit...

- Yes?
- Masculine.

A bit like a working girl even.

After a long day of cajoling other nobles,

taking what I can, building our fortune...

I come home to you exhausted, Lola,

and it would be nice to know, on occasion,

that you want me as much as I want you.

I do.

I simply don't feel comfortable
with what you're asking.

Of course... my darling.

Elizabeth has taken Linlithgow.

How?

Well, the French forces
were already outnumbered

in the Northeast.

They didn't have time to summon
reinforcements. The generals

are in a holding pattern
until a new regent is elected.

- What will you do?
- There's nothing I can do.

- I have no command over the French forces.
- Then go home.

Mary, take back our country.

I am bound to France for a reason.

Catherine needs me.

There is... another way.

There are suitors eager to court you...

Charles of Austria, the earl of Arran,

even Prince Don Carlos of Spain.

You need funds to protect Scotland.

Men are defined by their
money, and we both know

that Spain has the most of it.

Don't you think I know that
an alliance is the best choice?

I'm just not ready to marry another man.

- I may never be.
- You have to be.

Helping Catherine is noble,
but it's also an excuse

to put off the inevitable.

Greer, what did you say about Don Carlos?

That Spain is the
wealthiest nation in Europe.

And men are defined by their money.

You called for me, Princess?

I'd like to ride into the village tomorrow.

I'm told there's a peasant's shrine

to my brother's memory at the chapel.

I'll see that the carriage is ready.

Good morning, Alexandra.

Is it?

What happened there?

The last time I saw you
two together, she was quite

- naked and keen on you.
- Alexandra and I are finished.

She said I was distracted,
sensed I had feelings

for another... for you.

These feelings might
have been reciprocated,

had I not walked in on
you with another girl.

It's just as well.

I have learned it is best to know my place.

I am a kitchen servant

who a benevolent king took
a liking to, nothing more.

Leith, things are changing.

France is changing.

Even Francis wouldn't have
thought me worthy of a princess.

You're right... and I'm sorry.

But what if I could help?

- There's a girl coming to court.
- Claude. No.

The daughter of the alderman of Lyon.

Her family is just high enough.

You are trying to arrange a union for me.

Isn't that a bit odd?

It could raise your station.

Why do you want to help me?

Because you're going
to end up with someone.

Why not someone a step
above, but within reach?

There's a reception next week

to welcome the alderman to court.

Come. We have work to do.

Mary, what are you doing?

I was looking for something.

Something that belonged to Francis.

I'm sorry. I know this is your study now.

I've been looking for you everywhere.

There's something you need
to know about Lord Grenier.

- Charles, I know you were fond of him.
- Fond of him?

Grenier thinks I'm a child

whose allegiance can be bought with gifts.

So you're not going to
support him for the regency?

Charles, why didn't you come to me?

I wanted to handle Grenier myself.

But I was wrong, Mary.

They're moving up the vote

- for the regency.
- What?

- They can't do that!
- Yes, they can.

Queen Elizabeth has taken Linlithgow.

But I can't do anything,

we can't do anything, without a regent.

Hundreds of our men are dying.

The vote is an emergency
effort to get them home.

And Lord Grenier has positioned
himself as the front-runner.

He's running on a platform of peace.

Grenier will pull every last
French soldier from Scotland.

I know that's not what you want to hear.

Charles, what I want is for
Catherine to win that vote.

What do you want?

Francis was right.

My mother is the only
person who wants to be regent

in order to protect me, my reign.

She's the one I need at my side.

- Then we have to stop Grenier.
- How?!

I'm a king with no real power.

But this is your study.

And you do have access to all
of the nobles' bank records.

That's why I'm here.

Lord Grenier recently
sold his biggest vineyard.

Why would he need that much money?

Help me find out.

"Keeper of the Swans." Really?

I summoned Amy back because
I knew you'd have to follow.

Don't you think I know that?

Did you think I'd let you run away from me?

Recommit to your wife without explanation?

Just let us go, Elizabeth.

Release Amy.

I was ready to tell you Don Carlos is gone,

that I will never marry.

I thought that's what you wanted, too.

What did Amy do to change your mind?

- She knows about us.
- Of course she does. I told you that.

No, I told her that I love you.

And she lashed out, accused
you of taking other lovers.

She shamed me.

- All lies.
- I couldn't bare it.

And Elizabeth, I...

I almost killed her.

I had my hands around her neck,
and she forgave me for all of it.

I can't keep living in shame, Elizabeth.

I can't keep wanting something
that I will never really have.

We are over.

I won't release you.

- You don't have a choice.
- Nor do you.

- You love me, Robert.
- Stop it.

You nearly choked Amy

because you hate her.

Her very existence means you can't have me.

- That's not true.
- And you will hate her

even more if you turn your back on us.

You will die miserable.

Miserable and alone.

And so will I.

- We can't do this.
- Then tell me how to stop.

You're back.

Yes. And I've sent for
the rest of our things.

We are back because she
commands it, because she is

our queen.

I know you're not happy
about it, Amy, but I think

it's for best that we don't
discuss Elizabeth any further.

Kindly untangle yourselves.

This room is off-limits to all servants,

never mind those engaging
in that particular activity.

You're dismissed.

Your name?

Christophe.

I'm a valet de chambre.

I tend the castle's fires.

I advise you to exercise discretion.

I prefer to practice my scales free

from the accompanying lecherous moans.

Are you sure about that?

As you wish.

The bank records offered no evidence

that Lord Grenier has been
bribing the privy council.

But he has sold

not one but five of his vineyards.

- Then he's in financial trouble?
- No.

He throws his money around
more than any noble at court.

Your network of... employees
at the castle has grown.

Can one of your more highborn girls

perhaps seduce her way
to the information I need?

It may prove difficult.

Grenier is in a sexless
marriage. Many whisper

that he is immune to the charms of women.

Perhaps if I had a stable
full of strapping male whores.

And Lady Grenier? Has she
taken someone on the side?

No. She spent every waking moment with
the duchess of Anjou until very recently.

The duchess was forced to leave
court by command of her husband.

Lady Grenier has been
inconsolable ever since.

Find someone to comfort Lady Grenier,

and I have my suspicions she will spill

her husband's every secret.

But I don't have a stable
full of strapping male whores.

I think a woman might do
the trick quite nicely.

Melancholia.

A common affliction.

There are too many women
whose, um... pardon me...

sexual appetites go unsatisfied.

Does your husband neglect you?

Mmm.

And yet what would I be without him?

I can recommend a course of treatment.

I had something else in mind.

Something to help me regain
Lord Dudley's affections.

If you were to offer a different diagnosis,

I know that I could save my marriage.

Madam, I am a man of science.

And a lonely one, from what I've heard.

I'm sorry about the loss of your wife.

I'm lonely, too. And my...

sexual appetites are healthy and raging.

Perhaps we can arrange

a mutually beneficial exchange of services?

- A hidden mass?
- We've found

that stress and bad humors

can exacerbate the condition,

lead the tumor to consume
the patient from the inside.

Has she suffered from anxiety
of late, excessive worry?

Amy, I'm so sorry.

I did this to you, didn't I?

This isn't your doing. I know you love me.

You always have.

You said yourself you want us

to remain healthy, strong.

Doctor, is there a cure?

No cure, per se. But there is hope.

First, you must do what you can

to remove the cause of any tension

from her daily life. As for treatment,

I have a colleague in Cornwall

who has made great strides.

- Cornwall?
- But I would advise

that you leave as soon as possible.

Doctor, I am a member of the
queen's privy council. I have

many responsibilities here.

Our Elizabeth is a benevolent
ruler. She would never

begrudge a man the chance to
save the life of his beloved.

I'll leave you to discuss the options.

My lady.

Pretend I'm Juliet.

Wrong. Hiding one's hands

is considered suspicious.

You could be holding a dagger

or waiting for just the
right moment to poison

a tablemate's goblet of wine.

I'm going to poison someone?

These are royals.

Perhaps this isn't the best idea.

How is your allemande? Your canary?

They don't teach us those
dances in the village.

At the very least, you must learn lavolta.

It opens with a galliard.

Never mind then. Skip it.

Next you circle each other, like this.

One, two, three, four, five, six.

One, two, three, four, five, six.

Until you come together in the center.

Then there's a lift.

Lift me up, Leith. In the air.

You're hopeless.

Then forget lavolta.

Let me show you what they
do teach us in the village.

May I have this dance?

Cornwall. How will we ever see each other?

We won't.

Cornwall is Amy's best chance of survival.

She knows even now I would
rather be here, with you.

She even offered to
have the treatment alone.

- Then let her.
- No.

If she died alone, it would
be the same as me killing her.

So you're saying it's over then.

Us.

This time for good.

You've decided this is your fault.

Amy's illness is a tragedy.

But perhaps it's fate sending us a message.

We can finally be together.

We just have to wait long enough for her...

To die? Do you hear yourself, Elizabeth?

I'm only saying what we're both thinking.

If Amy dies, God rest her soul,

but you can return to me.

I fear my soul would...

be marked beyond repair.

Good-bye, my love.

As I had hoped, Lady Grenier
was rather chatty post-coital.

- Oh?
- I know how to bring him down.

And I guarantee you it will make
you feel more alive than ever.

You're looking well, Queen Mother.

Leave us.

Your plot against the Crown
is an affront to France,

Lord Grenier.

I found it all too easy
to rally my spirits.

We know about the emergency vote.

If I win,

I win by popular vote of my peers.

I can't think of anything
more fair than that.

But your peers don't know
the truth, what you would do

as regent of France.

- You've been selling off vineyards.
- My business is ever evolving.

The Crown has been
struggling to provide Scotland

with more troops. Mercenary
armies are a valuable commodity.

And you have quietly become the largest,

most secretive owner

of mercenary armies in the country.

And if that were true, it's not a crime.

No, but you've turned a legal,

profitable business
practice into an illegal,

more profitable crime.

You've been taking pay from dead soldiers,

Under-reporting their numbers.

Profiting from each life lost.

How soon were you going
to turn on the council,

doubling down on the
military presence in Scotland

purely for personal gain?

Your nation stands to gain something, too.

That's right. But even I wouldn't condone

deceiving the council into taking an action

- that would harm France.
- Then you're being shortsighted.

Scotland needs those troops.

How dare you! Posing as a loyal patriot,

while taking advantage of
the king, my husband's death!

- You have no proof.
- Let me stop you before you

waste your breath insulting me.

We have proof.

The paper trail showing
your misdeeds was difficult

to uncover, but Mary has managed to do it.

You will resign, or we will
expose you for who you are.

A war profiteer

and a traitor to France.

So you get rid of me.

What comes next?

You have an endless line of enemies

who will do everything
they can to prevent you

from gaining power.

The council despises you, Catherine.

And a weakened, grieving woman

should never be permitted to
hold the reins of a nation.

Guards!

Thank you for your service to the king.

He's right.

We will get you those votes.

No, Mary.

A regent must honor the
will of the people...

and bring the troops home from Scotland.

Leaving my country nearly defenseless.

Catherine, I know this.

But it was Francis's dying wish
that I stand by you, and I will.

But I can't ask you to
do that, and I won't.

I must honor my son.

What do you mean?

If I am regent, the troops will remain...

that's what Francis would want;

that's what my heart would force me to do,

protect the alliance,
keep your country safe.

And unlike Grenier,

the council will know of my intentions.

But if you don't withdraw the troops,

you could lose the regency.

These past few days, I
have watched you rally

for Francis's cause,

honoring your promise to help me,

even at a great cost to your own country.

I always thought that Francis was wrong

to take on Scotland's burden,

but it was his promise to his wife,

his declaration of love.

I owe it to my son

to take care of you the same way

that he begged you to take care of me.

That's not a sacrifice
I can ask you to make.

No. But it is a sacrifice

that Francis would ask me to make.

And it will be my last act of mourning.

Then there is only person
who can make this right...

even if it costs me my country.

Your sovereign king has left us.

But until a new regent is elected,

Francis's word remains law.

I will admit...

that does bring me comfort...

as France's troops have
protected my people.

But Catherine has convinced me

that I must allow France
to move to the future,

in order to save thousands of lives

and the Crown's perilous finances.

Therefore...

as the other half of the alliance,

I hereby...

relieve France and her armies

of their duty to Scotland.

The council meets tomorrow

- to discuss our options.
- Mm.

We owe you an audience.

But there will still be many

who will oppose your regency

even after this impactful victory.

I will do my best to remind them...

Your support would go a long way

toward legitimizing your mother.

How would you feel about
her ruling at your side?

It would be a great comfort.

You're learning.

Word is Grenier fled,

and quickly. Thank you.

Mary, what will you do next?

I came here when I was six years old.

I barely remember Scotland.

It's romanticized, a picture in my mind.

The truth is...

France has always been my home.

I threw myself into helping you

because it meant that I could stay.

Now there is nothing but Scotland.

And the hope of a new alliance.

Don Carlos.

You were right to suggest I consider him.

I can't stay here and sustain my rule.

- But how can I wed another?
- You will because you must.

I don't even know who I am without Francis.

You are a queen.

Still a queen.

I loved him, Catherine.

And now it's done. And I loved him.

Mary has released the troops.

They're going back to France.

Linlithgow has fallen.

Perhaps I should take
all of Scotland as my own.

Scotland harbors many Protestants.

But they are still Scotsman;
they will turn against you.

Mary is widowed and heartbroken,

yet has brought herself
to do the right thing.

You should follow her example.

I have no interest in continuing
this unsustainable war.

You don't trust me.

Not anymore.

I'm afraid not.

You've taken a liking to my cousin.

Then perhaps I'm not the man
to represent you in France.

And who would you suggest to replace you?

Never mind.

I have just the man for the job...

the antithesis of your
theoretical undying loyalty,

Gideon Blackburn.

No. Blackburn is spending
his life in the Tower

- for a reason.
- And yet

everything that makes him reprehensible

is exactly what I need to
take down the queen of Scots.

Catherine.

Leave us.

I'd like to put on my trousers.

Nothing I haven't seen before.

I've come because I was recently
reminded of something important.

Even at my lowest of lows...

I'm stronger than my enemies.

An admirable quality,
given that you have so many.

I hope you've enjoyed your brief union

with Lola's supple skin and absent wit.

Because I plan to wreak
havoc on all you hold dear

the moment I become regent of France.

Congratulations on your recent victory.

I never counted you out.

But do you really think
that I would make home

here at court without putting
some basic protections in place?

- What are you getting at?
- Your grandson John

was gifted several
parcels of land by Francis.

I wisely spent my honeymoon
adding to those holdings.

In fact, the last of the deeds arrived

just this afternoon.

And as John's guardian and proxy...

You have a seat on the privy council.

Yes.

I'm warning you, Stephan.

You're in no position to warn me.

You don't have the votes.

I'll get them, all of them.

Meanwhile, I am friendly
with nobles on both sides.

Back with your old cronies.

Happily.

And if I've done my maths correctly,

I hold the casting vote.

So... perhaps you want to stop your threats

and release your grip...

or finish the job.

If I'm to impress the visiting Juliet,

I'll have to talk to her, connect with her.

I can't teach you the art of
conversation in less than a week.

You haven't even told me

what this girl looks like. Is she blonde?

Brunette?

You know I like a ripe backside.

Claude.

There is no Juliet.

I'm a member of the royal
guard... how long did you think

it would take me to find out
that there's no reception?

Why did you lie?

I wanted to spend time with you.

Ever since I caught you
with Alexandra you've acted

like I'm nothing more than a work detail.

I told you why I can't be
your friend, not anymore.

Because we can't be
together. But I say we can.

But Charles could marry you
off at a moment's notice.

Who said anything about marriage?

Must you marry every girl you kiss?

Well, then I'm back to
exactly where I was with Greer.

I am not Greer.

You told me that when you first

met Greer, she was on
the hunt for a husband.

A rich one, with a title.

But I'm different, Leith.

I'm a princess.

I need only to follow my heart.

So who's to say that you

won't be the one to break mine?

Can't you just admit that you want me, too?

What's this?

The queen herself paying a
visit to a common prisoner?

You must need something.

A task that should come all too easily,

given your talents.

You lied to me.

You made me care for you.

You nearly made me...

But I didn't.

I couldn't make you fall in love with me.

Because you were in
love with Robert Dudley.

Which you happily reported
back to my half-sister.

I was a girl, Gideon.

And Bloody Mary was my queen.

I was her eyes and ears,
sent to inform on you,

the greatest threat to her crown.

And when she ripped Robert
from his cell and my arms,

it nearly killed me.

Weakening you was a necessary precaution.

A queen must always be
looking over her shoulder

to those with the power to undo her.

I understand that now.

That's why I'm here.

Mary, Queen of Scots will
soon seek a marriage alliance.

Spain's Prince Don Carlos is
among the interested candidates.

Well, that union would be quite the feather

- in your cousin's cap.
- Yes.

And one I'm eager to thwart.

I hear Robert left court.

The Lady Dudley is quite ill.

Is that why you're so eager to
bring down the queen of Scots?

Robert has abandoned you, you're bored

without your little plaything?

Mary has released the
French troops from Scotland.

And a new alliance would raise
her international standing.

That is something I can't afford.

- And why would I agree to help you?
- To gain your freedom.

Perhaps there's a part
of your blackened heart

that longs to meet your daughter.

I've taken Agatha in as my ward.

Such a pity, a child growing
up with two absent parents.

Do this for me and I'll
see you're reunited.

And how do you suggest I gain Mary's trust?

By doing what you do best.

By doing what you tried to do to me.

Make Mary fall in love with you.

You were spotted leaving
Lord Narcisse's chambers.

I put a stop to the servants'
chatter, of course, but...

Our encounter ended with Lord Narcisse

experiencing the kind of
pleasure I very much doubt

he's enjoyed since marrying Lady Lola.

Queen Mother.

What he doesn't understand is
that I've found his weakness.

A crack in his marriage.

I'll use him to become regent

and then I will lay waste to his happiness.

You are devious

and brilliant.

And yet he gets to share his
bed with a pretty young thing

while I'm expected to retire alone.

- But we can fix that, can't we?
- Mm.

Mmm.

That's lovely.

The heat.

Is there anything else I can do?

Yes. I have another
fire that needs lighting.

Bring me back to life.

I thought about what you
said. About compromise.

Lola.

Let me finish.

I have an idea of what
a proper wife should be,

and, clearly, it's very
different from yours.

But there's nothing wrong with that.

I will compromise.

Please you when I can, but...

It's all right, Lola.

I probably shouldn't have asked.

But tonight. I thought that we...

We should get some rest.

I've had quite a day.

It's fine, truly.

How was your day?

Filled with unexpected surprises.

Uh... all work related,

I assure you.

I won't bore you with the politics.

Mary, are you all right?

No, I'm not.

But my happiness is not
your responsibility, Charles.

I disagree.

Soon you'll be forced to seek an alliance.

You must bring everything
you have to the table

in order to ensure the
most advantageous match.

I was considering Don Carlos'
request for an audience.

But the problem is I am the
queen of a besieged nation.

I have no idea how I'll
be received in Scotland.

My people support me,
but they don't know me

as anything other than a symbol.

Spain would have the upper
hand in any negotiations.

Not if you accept my help.

Don't go back to Scotland.

Charles.

Court Don Carlos or any
other prospects here.

We'll show Spain that
you will always have power

as long as you are aligned with France.

That you will have the House of Valois...

the new king... behind you.

Forge a new marriage.

In the home of my husband?

In the country that
will always protect you.

I know it may seem odd,

but it's what Francis would have wanted.

Bernard.

Find my favorite portrait.

The one in the red gown.

Send it to Don Carlos with a message.

I'm staying in France. And I'm ready.

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