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I hate that you give it to him.

I hate that he's done this.

I f-fucking hate to see it.

If he has done as I've been told he has,

Sir Thomas is a man of much wit but little judgment

and is befitting of naught but death.

I, too, have done deeds and said things

in order to keep myself safe.

They will sit heavy on your heart

for the rest of your life.

My king wishes to know

that his favorite cousin is in no danger here in England.

I want to introduce myself.

I'm the Lord Protector and the king's uncle...

- Listen... - No!

You must obey!

You stoked every fire

and ended up with no one happy and a country that's ablaze.

Whether or not you believe it,

I have come to save you from yourself.

Are you a good subject, sister?

Maybe the archbishop could talk to him.

He could. I'm not sure for what purpose.

To explain to this preacher that his blasphemy angers God...

I do believe that has been put to this preacher before.

By the archbishop, though?

Haven't you yourself asked your sister Mary

to convert many a time?

In matters of religion, it's rarely the asker's authority

but the answerer's flexibility.

Morality, depravity, Christianity.

Yes, indeed. All that, all...

All that, but, uh...

I don't believe this heathen will convert,

no matter who asks.

But, uh, both justice and mercy are at your disposal,

Sire, so if you feel it no longer judicious to...

If he condemns his soul and the souls of others

to hell's fire, spreading his false religion,

then the fire will be visited upon him early.

- God's will be done. - And mine also.

Well, as God's representative here on Earth,

I foolishly thought that went without saying,

but, yes, yours also.

Your release, sir.

God, it's the smell.

Oh, Jesus!

Burning dissenters, are we,

no matter the creed?

I didn't think your father

had such a reformist Protestant spirit.

I'm sorry we have to watch this.

I'm sorry it has to happen.

But how else do they learn?

I thought things would be better

with your father.

I always liked your father.

The one thing I could have said for the Lord Somerset

was that at least he didn't encourage my brother.

My father won't have encouraged it.

- He permitted it. - You don't permit the king.

That's not how it works.

That the world is only remembering that now

shows how skewed the world has been.

What happened to you all in Norfolk?

Everyone and everything came back quite changed.

Not just released from the Tower

but rewarded with his seat on the council?

Well, we all know how the good duke admires mercy.

I would have thought retaining his head mercy enough.

I believed I was here not by the grace and mercy

of the Lord Dudley, but by yours...

Your Majesty.

May I ask what we are to expect

from this new Lord Protector, Sire?

For him to follow the orders of the king.

Quite the change indeed, then.

Well, I have heard

we have begun burning dissenters in the yard,

so I question how we can provide

a balanced counsel to Your Grace.

Balance is no longer the aim of this council,

but support for its king.

We are to cease the war in Scotland, reform the church,

end dissent.

In short, we are to make England great...

again.

We are surrounded by Catholic alliances.

We need to form some of our own.

With what?

With the things we have at our disposal.

Sire?

God did not intend for women to live without guidance

and govern themselves as my sister Mary has.

She's been left to live and presented choices

by this council as if she were a grown man.

And given her connections to Spain,

it is time they were broken...

and new ones were forged.

Having, seemingly with great surprise,

discovered yourself unpopular,

must you flap and hiss like a goose

at any hand of friendship extended to you?

If the hand is yours, sir, you best keep it out of my reach,

or else I'll break it.

Of all men, for you to lament your hurt feelings...

You dismiss betrayal very lightly.

"Betrayal"? How can you still be this fucking blind, man?

The king and the council loathed you...

Loathe you, and your brother was a traitor.

I stand here as Lord Protector not in your stead,

but instead of Mary Tudor or Henry Grey...

Sorry, is this the story you tell yourself?

For as the peasants took up arms and my brother lost

his senses and a girl not yet 16 made fools out of all of us,

you just looted in the chaos.

What a pretty thing you found for yourself there.

Tell me you would not have done the same.

- Mm. - I do not ask for forgiveness,

but I have always stood by you,

and now I only ask you for what you've always had of me.

I let you out because you're my oldest friend.

Don't make me regret it.

Bishop.

Ambassador, I heard you had returned from Spain.

But if you'll excuse me...

I cannot,

for you are not the only one who has heard things...

sir.

The new regime, yes?

There is a new England now, it seems.

Yes. Spain has sent me to find out

what this new England means, what it stands for,

and what it wants for the Princess Mary.

A Protestant marriage.

I take it that is not what Spain wants?

Spain does not want to go to war for this fucking woman.

But it does want this woman safe.

She will have to leave, hmm? Come to Spain.

I will tell her so.

Abandon her country?

Abandon every Catholic in it,

to whatever it is that may come next?

You think the Princess Mary would want...

Do not pretend to me that you care any more

than I do about what she wants.

You want her to stay.

I want her to leave.

Surely Spain wants her to leave.

I am Spain, sir.

Are these the new guards?

Yes. Playing cards with the king.

I assume you're here at invitation?

Your Grace, your sister's here.

Already?

I'm sure she can wait.

I was told you wished to see me.

I do. I just...

The king, having finally been granted

his allowance, has lost it all within three hands.

The game isn't over.

Can you wait for me?

As you lose money to a dolt like Guildford Dudley?

Wait, that's not fucking allowed.

- Robert. - Well, he is the fucking king.

You must stop that.

No husband will stand for that kind of boldness.

Any husband of hers will have to.

You know, I receive the Danish court next week.

Prince Frederick is about your age, and the...

The Lord Dudley said what a suitable match

he would be for you.

I think he's right.

So we have written ahead

to suggest introductions that could be made.

These things are easier to arrange in person.

Are you finished?

I-I don't understand "introduction."

As in a betrothal?

We are arranging one for Mary too.

I-it's unnatural, all these single women at court.

And look at what that traitor Thomas did.

Evil men could seek to use you or Mary for their own ends.

And so you thought it best you do so first?

Not for my ends.

- For England's. - They're the same.

Yes, well...

Yes.

Denmark is a powerful Protestant nation.

An alliance with them would strengthen the whole country.

The world sees us ally-less.

And we are vulnerable.

So we wrote to the Danish party

'cause they were coming to court.

A marriage of convenience, indeed.

So they come here to view their goods before buying?

Do you reckon me 15 or 16 hands, Sire?

Look, you're...

You're quite pretty.

I'd have thought

you'd be happy to meet a man before you married him.

No one was going to let me meet the Scottish girl

when all were set on me to wed her.

She was a five-year-old.

She would have been a stranger to this court.

You could have locked her in a cupboard if you so wanted.

But I will be the stranger...

He's not going to lock you in a cupboard.

Don't make me, Edward, please.

I am king, Elizabeth.

A king can't change his mind just because you want him to.

Start over.

Did you know?

Prince Frederick of Denmark, he's 16 and illiterate.

- I'll talk to Edward. - I talked to Edward... you saw.

I am his sister, I am a princess,

and I am to live the life he decides.

But, of course, Robert, you may try too.

Your words may hold some value...

- I know I have no power. - Compared to mine.

- That's... - I am not mocking you, Robert.

They may well, your words are always spoken by a man.

Would you speak to your father?

He rides early, apparently.

Well, yes, we must not disturb him.

Well, I can't just burst in there

and question his foreign policy.

I...

I will. I will, and with your brother.

- You're smarter than... - Catherine was

the smartest woman I ever knew.

She was 30 years old.

She was in love and all but engaged to the Lord Thomas,

a powerful man, a connected man.

All of that didn't matter, because it was decided

she should marry my father, and so she did.

That he could barely walk,

that his leg festered, that the wound smelt,

- that his age... - Yes, but he was the king.

And what is my brother?

If she could not prevent that, what grounds do I use...

I would be unhappy?

I would be scared?

It's just politics, a new move they think they see.

It's just a game. You and me are good at games.

The Danes can't have you.

England's not done with you yet.

Hmm?

For this proposed marriage,

they suggested the elector of Saxony's son,

a Protestant zealot by all accounts.

So this is my punishment?

I practice my faith as I was promised I would be allowed to.

- I am no threat, no... - No, no, the Ca...

The Catholic resistors would come to your support,

if you asked them.

And the court fears Spain would also.

So what do you advise, sir?

Caution.

Perhaps I've been wrong.

No, I-I have been wrong.

There is a new regime, and I...

I don't know what to make of it.

Swear to practice only in private,

send the ambassador away, show that you're not a threat.

How do these men not blush?

They put a knife to her throat

and ask her to remove her armor,

for they feel threatened by it?

And demand she whispers her prayers

as they shout theirs louder and louder.

They burnt a man...

in Whitehall.

The world is...

It's-it's not what it was.

Princess!

Lord Dudley!

I'm sure my brother could increase your income

if need be. There is no need for you

- to resort to robbery. - Now, Mary,

it is entirely within your power

for this to be the last we ever speak of it.

The louder you protest, the more you fracture

an already fractured country.

- Carry on. - I suggest, then,

you give me nothing to protest.

You think I can concede to this plan?

Marry a foreign heretic,

be shipped away to a Protestant court?

A woman's family arranges her marriage,

and a subject obeys her king.

If you protest, you protest the natural order of things

as set out by God.

You're protesting God.

I will marry any man my brother sees fit,

as long as I will be permitted to practice my faith.

Perhaps you will.

May I suggest you ask him nicely.

Are you enjoying yourself, my lord?

Are you?

You all seem to go about this land entirely unchecked.

Thought you'd seen enough of the Tower by now, Stephen.

Can I not visit my princess?

I see no laws broken.

- Ah! - No, no, no, no!

- No, no! - Princess, don't-don't.

Oh.

- By all means, man... - The bishop counseled discretion. He...

The cat that caught a mouse

and now congratulates itself on how clever it was.

But I am not a mouse, sir, and I will not fright easy.

Oh, please, Mary, for goodness' sake,

take fright.

It'll save time and tears and all our sanity.

Do you need to be carried, sir?

You are neither the rightful Protector

nor the king nor my father.

You remember my father?

Vaguely.

I saw a grown man hide from him once,

behind a curtain.

I even saw you on occasion duck and cower.

- Oh, I cowered? - Yes, you cowered, sir.

Not that I blame you.

But I never had a Lord Somerset beside me.

And I never flinched!

You think I will for you?

Now, return my possessions to their rightful place,

and release that... no!

- No, no. - You will burn for this!

God sees you, Lord Dudley!

Princess, don't. Don't.

No, no.

Leave it, please.

I think you must speak with your cousin, my king.

Is that not your job, sir?

I believe the time has come for you to do it yourself.

You must come to Spain. You must keep yourself safe.

You cannot allow yourself to be sold off to another court...

The Bishop Gardiner...

Is on his way to the Tower with a headache.

I would not listen to the advice of a man

who is incapable of keeping himself safe.

I would listen to the man

who is still standing in front of you.

The Lord Dudley may believe me goods to barter...

We are in this life what people believe us to be.

But this is my country, sir, not his.

You think the court would...

You think the people would-will...

I have no idea what they will allow

or not allow anymore,

and I'm unwilling to take the risk of finding it out.

It is not about what you are willing to risk, sir,

but what I am.

You wish me to betray my country for the sake of yours.

I am no traitor, sir,

nor am I a possession of Spain in need of its protection.

I am a princess of England and my brother's heir.

You would do well to remember that

before you next open your mouth to counsel me.

So when the Danes arrive,

will you be using this elaborate double,

or will you be using the actual king?

Perhaps we shouldn't be surprised

that Henry Tudor's son is, in fact,

quite like Henry Tudor.

Well, we won't have much to worry about

for the tournament, will we?

Denmark will be much impressed, as they should be.

It's only a shame it hasn't happened sooner.

He would have never allowed this.

Oh...

speak no evil.

But then again...

Now try one better.

Rob!

You're very good, Edward,

but you should try yourself against a real rider.

The Danish prince won't much like it

if I've skewered his wife before his arrival.

Perhaps I'd rather be skewered.

No, don't start this.

No, I'm joking.

I'm joking.

The king wishes for me and my sister to be married.

As you may remember, Princess,

I was not averse to that idea either.

No, but you are averse to the persecution of my sister.

You should go and see her, reassure her.

My sister died bringing the king into this world.

My brother died by bringing you into his house.

Am I now to bring myself to the last Tudor

who's yet to claim a life from my family?

Is this some kind of ritual sacrifice

that has yet to be explained to me?

Uh, Princess.

Huh.

When was it you last saw one another?

Eh?

Since we seek some alliances via marriage,

I thought she should come back to court,

remind the world that it's not just the king's sisters

that carry the royal line.

And she's a good girl, really.

If you think more of what others may like to hear

rather than what you want to say,

a husband would be lucky to have you.

You were always so keen to prove

that our positions in this world were alike.

And here we are...

both put out for sale at the same time.

I think my father is most anxious

that this time I am actually bought.

I don't think he could take another disappointment.

- What is it like? - What?

The wedding night.

Why would you ask me that?

I'm sorry, but I have no older sisters...

Why would you ask me, Jane?

Please.

They came to me,

to our house, after the Lord Thomas was arrested.

They questioned me.

They hoped I would say that you and...

You want me to stand here and tell you

what it's like to be held by a man?

To see him naked?

To undress in front of one and let him touch you?

I'm afraid you'll have to use your imagination,

for I do not know.

If you thought you were lying on my behalf,

you'll be relieved to know that you were not.

I owe you nothing.

- I have kept your secrets. - You're a little late

to send me to the block for this, Jane, but you may try.

I don't desire it. I don't threaten nor blackmail.

- I just wanted to... - Benefit from my knowledge...

...seeing as I'm the only whore

you thought you knew.

It will hurt.

You will bleed.

Perhaps you are lucky, and you fall pregnant quickly.

Then you have months free of him.

But then, dead or alive, a baby will come out,

and it will hurt,

and you will bleed.

And if you survive...

...you'll be rewarded by doing the whole thing all over again.

I don't believe you.

You don't believe me?

If it was so, why would anyone...

You, ever have done as you did?

You asked me about a wedding night.

You didn't ask me about love.

Whore.

I was sent to come find you.

You're meant to come with me.

Princess, will you follow me?

They demand I marry.

A Protestant.

To take me in hand.

To...

You must talk to Edward.

- Ask... - He won't listen.

He decided a marriage for me also.

I begged him, but he would not change his mind.

Your answer is no?

My answer is that it will do no good.

I told him I wish not to be married, and he refused...

Perhaps because so recently you wished to be.

You accepted the Lord Thomas, so eagerly accepted him,

he was spurred into treason to acquiesce to your desires.

A woman's desires come little

into the planning of a man's actions.

Oh, I'm schooled on men by my sister.

It's true, I know little of them.

I wonder how she became so wise.

If she were to not agree to this marriage...

Agree? Why do you all behave and act

as if there is a choice?

You must stop. I think we both must.

Stop fighting to stay free

as if our hands are not already tied,

as if they haven't always been.

I walk the path God decided for me, Elizabeth, and no other.

If this was the path God decided,

you wouldn't have to struggle to stay on it.

I am tested. We, Elizabeth, are tested.

My duty is to my God.

And I cannot be sent to where I may not follow Him.

I wish I had listened to you long ago.

The pillars that formed what I thought I knew

have fallen or changed...

except you.

I thought I knew this world and what it would be for me,

but I don't think I do.

I don't know what happens next for any of us.

The ambassador suggested I flee to Spain.

I think you would be safe there.

Safe?

Having betrayed my country to align myself with another?

You would I go to war with the king and England?

For if I flee to Spain,

how else would it be seen other than as treason?

I know our brother well enough to know at least

that he does not wish you harm.

Oh, I'm glad you know our brother

well enough at least for that!

- You only ask to live. - I asked you to speak to him!

But you think it better to decline that

and instead bid me flee the country,

abandon all I have, all that I am

and leave it behind for you!

The Lord Dudley may have revealed himself,

but there is a far stealthier predator at work.

Each time you show yourself to me,

I learn that lesson anew.

I do hope it sticks this time.

You believe I wish it this way?

No. I believe you made it!

The Danish court arrives tomorrow, Elizabeth.

- I do not wish to argue. - Nor do I.

Nor do I, Sire.

Then why have you come?

To ask more of him.

Or to ask if any knew more.

I wish to please him if he is to be my husband.

Well, I-I can ask us to find out what we know of him.

He's a rider.

He is 16.

Illiterate, they say.

Who says?

Well, no matter whether he writes it...

I will first need to learn to speak it.

I have very little Danish.

Um, well, I'm sure...

sure someone there will be able to teach you.

What are you doing?

They will marry me to someone one time or another.

So are we to audition every European of noble birth

until I find... what?

- One I... - Like, love?

Love marriages are for peasants wishing to fuck without sin.

I'm not a lustful little peasant.

Between rape and submission, Robert, I choose submission.

A boat will come in.

Hopefully it would look like trade to anyone who saw.

The Spanish ship is near, but once seen,

it cannot linger under a pretense for long

and cannot return again, for if we are discovered...

And this your plan for safety?

I risk death by staying,

but I risk death and others by leaving.

It is worth the risk if it sees you safe.

This is not the woman I have come to know.

Unlike everyone else,

choosing their path based on what has the least risk

and what has the most gain,

you simply do what you believe... is right.

I have never known anything like it...

...anyone like that.

My...

my heart and my mind and my God and my country

all disagree with one another.

The story for me here is already writ.

I knew it long ago.

I always have.

And I know the end.

However...

...perhaps I do not need to stay for it.

The story out there...

may be worse.

But at least I do not know it.

If you wish to hide from me, do not hide

in places that I've shown you are good for hiding in.

Poor hiding.

Your mother and I used to come here

to hide ourselves from the eyes of the court.

Are you now the court in its entirety, sir?

Or is it that all eyes now work for you?

I assure you, you don't need eyes on me.

I promise not to usurp you in the king's favor,

if that's your worry.

I am very patient with you, Rob,

but it will not continue long.

Now, this may surprise you,

but I did not seek you out to hear your grievances.

Then why did you, sir?

Of all my children, I did not think

I would have to repeat myself to you,

especially not over something important

and especially when it should be blindingly obvious

to even the simplest of children.

What?

The prince's ship has docked.

Much is expected from his visit,

and yet I watch you and the princess...

Not this. Not this...

I took a gamble doing what I've done.

Now, we will have more than we have ever had,

but every eye and every dagger is on me...

On us.

I've seen it played out at this court many a time before,

and if you unseat a man for his failings,

you best not have any yourself,

'cause there's blood in the water

and every man wants his turn now.

The prince arrives soon, and this,

Elizabeth and him, is happening,

with or without my son's approval.

I have said, I have done noth...

I can see you, boy.

I know you, boy.

And if she waivers,

doubts this, hates him, cries, anything,

if she needs it, you will make her.

You understand? We need this.

I don't have time for your feelings, Rob.

- You say you have none for her. - I do not.

But I'll miss my friend. Do you allow that, sir?

I assure you, you will make others.

My friendships aren't as expendable as yours, then.

You're the Lord Protector.

The king loves you. He loves me.

I could marry her, the Princess Elizabeth, I...

Hmm?

Princess.

I'd much prefer all this to go unsaid.

Neither one of us wants this any more than either of us...

I refuse to believe that we're trapped.

Your brother is the king. My father is the Protector.

Family is no protection.

Or have you not been paying attention?

It could be simple. It's this simple.

Let's just leave.

Together?

We'd be risking everything.

- We'd be risking our lives. - Then let's do it all the same.

Oh, no, wait, not we, me.

It'd be my risk, actually, not yours.

For what do you risk, Robert?

Robert Dudley's prepared to lose...

his father's favor?

And stands to gain what?

Me, princess and second in line for the throne.

And you say you don't play politics, Robert.

You think I want to use you?

I think you want me to risk everything,

risk my life, for you.

It didn't end that way before.

It wasn't yours,

but somebody else's head that rolled for you.

- Maybe this is my risk. - For me?

Whose head do you refer to, Robert?

The Lord Thomas'? Sir Thomas died for me, did he?

I know you hold him in great disdain,

but do you know how like him you are?

In this moment most of all,

as you stand insisting that the world is simple

and to "trust me, trust me."

I love you.

You know I'm in love with you.

I love you. You understand that, don't you?

Well, you hadn't actually said that 'til just now.

I don't know when, I don't know how it started,

but maybe I've always been.

I've probably always been.

It seems the most likely option.

We can do what you want.

We can do whatever you like,

please, please, just don't go in there.

Don't do that to me.

Is there any head in there?

Is there a fucking heart in there?

- My heart's... - Yes.

Do you love me?

For it is that simple.

How dare you act as if my life was as simple as this

and that only you know that?

I can apologize to you later,

but first just answer the question... do you love me?

Hello, Thomas.

How did you come to stand before me once more...

Oh, you don't compare me to him.

You've done it twice, not again, please.

I just want an answer to the question.

What? Do I love you?

Do I love you? Do I love you?

No.

I don't believe you.

You love me.

Robert, a woman who loved you

would never do this.

Where have you been?

I thought we'd received word

that the Danish ship had docked safely.

Read it.

Read it!

"King Edward's offer

"of his sister the Princess Elizabeth's

"hand in marriage was received.

"But on receiving it, His Majesty King Christian

"has decided to insult England

"as he and his son have been insulted.

We have long heard tales of Anne Boleyn's daughter and..."

I'm a whore, is that it?

Is that what you wanted to be read to me?

The gossip spread by men like him has reached abroad.

- Well done, sir. - It is a stretch, indeed,

to lay that charge at my door.

And it belongs at mine?

I was proved innocent, was I not?

Catherine is dead. He is dead.

But their ghosts are to be

just as unmanageable as their lives, yes?

I must answer for what went on in their house,

for what treason he planned,

as if I had any control over what he did or said.

No one here did.

A man you all saw fit to sit on your council,

fight your wars, run your country.

But I, who do none of these things and am half his age,

you question if I directed his actions,

if I am to share in the blame for them?

Do you all live in fear that one day a girl of 14

may woo you away from your wives and into her bed too?

That a girl of 15 may manipulate you

into betraying all to give her the crown?

If Thomas was such a man...

...if you are such men,

why are you allowed to serve your king?

You're crying.

You're not the whore.

It's your mother.

Mary wrote, said you were her bastard,

not our father's child.

That you're the spit of your father matters not, I suppose.

My mother never ran.

No, she did not.

Why do you laugh?

For I have just remembered something my mother would say.

"That silly man, Henry, 'the young lion, '

"he must know nothing of them.

"Lions laze around in the sun.

"It is not the lion who hunts,

"it is the lioness.

"That Henry has married a lioness

"in Catherine of A rag on,

and it serves him right."

You must forgive her.

She never met an English person.

She never dreamed it could be repeated to one,

never less to you.

God bless you, Princess.

When I leave in the morn,

his England is dead.

You don't owe England anything...

Princess.

Are they ready?

No. No, I'll-I'll keep it on.

It's cold.

Father!

Where's Rob?

- I don't know... - Where's Robert?

- I don't know. - Find him!

I hope Spain can forgive me.

I hope you can.

I cannot stay, Princess.

I cannot.

If you do this, you are on your own.

Then that is what I am.

What are you doing?

Why do you assume she will return your loyalty

just because you have decided to give it?

You overestimate your value, my friend.

What need does she have of you,

a foreign, penniless, mercenary Negro?

Are you not a foreign Moor?

A mercenary, too, in a way.

Only you sell your voice rather than skill.

Yet the world does not see me so.

I believe there is some skill in having achieved that.

I will fight the evil that has taken over this place...

...for this place is mine.

But what if it is too late?

There is a sickness in this country, a poison.

Then I must stop its spread.

They burn the ships that carry the plague.

They burn houses to the ground.

If England has to burn to stop this evil...

...then I will see it done.

You scared me.

I you?

What are you doing?

I didn't know where to go,

and so I found myself riding here.

And now here, I was trying to decide

whether I would actually come to your door,

ask for you.

I wonder what I would have decided.

Did you ride all through the night?

It's nice to see your face.

Not so long ago,

I thought it would be the last face I ever saw,

aside from the face of whoever it was that would kill me.

And many others, I would have assumed,

unless you fought alone and the number of rebels

have been greatly misrepresented to me.

You haven't thought of me at all since I left, have you?

I've...

thought of little else.

I've thought of you at the strangest times,

not just memory.

I thought, "What is Amy doing now?"

So you're quite deeply in love with me?

You seem sad.

I think I've been very sad.

I think I've been fucking miserable for a long time now.

I'm just realizing.

That's it. That's what it is.

I've been miserable.

I think I'm not now, though.