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You cost me more than you
could possibly imagine.

Anything you ask.

You will do and say as I command.

You were supposed to befriend Francis,

find out what kind of king he is.

If the time should come
when you need to choose

between your new friends and your family,

your choice will be clear.

Mary asked you to offer yourself

as a possible match for me.

She hoped that we might find
the happiness she's found

with Francis.

What does she take us for?

A couple of game pieces she can shunt aside

to unclutter her board?

I want a happier life with you.

I still can't bear to be
touched... even the sound

of a man breathing near me is...

I wish I knew how to help.

Just give me time.

Oh, it's here.

The first bloom!

I claim the reward!

First bloom, isn't that grand?

The promise of new life and new beginnings.

And a rip-roaring party
with new dresses and dancing

to enliven this dismal winter.

Come in, I'm almost ready.

He's just here for a
routine visit, isn't he?

According to Antoine's letter, yes.

He wanted to extend the peace treaty

between France and Navarre.

Could have done it through diplomats,

but he hasn't been here for
years, and now that I'm king,

I suppose he wants to pay me a visit.

What's this?

A map?

There's an enclave of the Loire Valley.

The hills there have the lushest orchards

and vineyards in the realm.

The poet Marot calls it the Eden of France.

Well, it sounds glorious, but...

I know how hard things have been for you.

For us.

I want us to have a new beginning,

a place we can go

away from the castle

and all the painful memories it holds.

There's an abandoned château.

Here.

A lord who ran out of money.

I thought we could expand it.

It's a beautiful idea, but...

... what if we go there,
and things don't get better?

Things are already better.

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Cousin,

I am delighted we both wish

to renew the peace treaty
between our two countries.

It is my chief purpose in coming.

- Of course.
- And my second purpose

is to ask for funds.

Navarre has been overrun
by Protestant refugees.

French Protestants.

They're perfectly lovely people,

but they are a tax on our resources.

Now, we'd prefer that they
return home, but apparently

they fear persecution from the Crown.

And you're suggesting that
these refugees are our fault,

and you want us to pay up?

I knew this would be awkward;

that's the problem with being forthright.

Well, we will consider your request.

In the meantime, you are our honored guest.

France and Navarre remain
the best of friends.

Of course.

Lady Lola.

What are all the decorations for?

Tomorrow night's Winter Ease.

The first blooms have
been sighted in the snow.

We feast, dance, celebrate new beginnings.

But it's still winter.

The blooms will likely have a short life.

But it's the promise that
spring will come eventually.

Hmm, and do you have
an escort to this feast?

The queen has commanded
that we see one another.

But should you be there with me?

You're King Antoine's
liaison to the French court.

Won't he need you at his
side for introductions?

Oh, my brother always finds
a way to introduce himself.

Now, where can we hang these garlands?

Ah, put them over there.

I think you dropped one.

Oh, well, thank you,

- Your Majesty.
- Well, it'd be a shame to lose track

of something so vibrant and beautiful.

Please excuse me, Your Majesty.

Excuse me.

Not a quarry to pursue. She's married.

Forgive me, I appear
to have lost my hearing.

Since when did you acquire
the moral high ground

- when it came to married women?
- I didn't.

But flirting with the king's sister-in-law

is probably not the best diplomatic move.

So that's the king's bastard half-brother.

Yes.

What is it?

I think we may have met before.

We can afford to give him a little money.

Don't even think of it.

Francis, how many times did
your father and I warn you

about the Bourbons?

Uh, there is a lot of history
between their family and ours,

most of it bad.

When I was sickly as a child,

they were considered an
option for the throne.

- But it never came to that.
- My father was convinced

that they were gathering support
to make a move on the Crown.

So he sent the Bourbon
brothers and their armies

to the front lines during
the Italian and Spanish Wars.

To thin out the ranks of their supporters.

Teach them a lesson.

Yes, brutally.

I'm sure they haven't forgotten.

But we welcomed his brother.

Condé's never shown the
slightest interest in the Crown.

Antoine, on the other hand,
has always been ambitious.

He got his throne by
marrying the queen of Navarre.

He's also self-centered.

He's known to be a reckless spender.

"French refugees." Please.

More likely he's burned
through his wife's money

and she's cut him off.

Refuse him, and send him home!

No.

I want to see what's
really going on in Navarre.

What is it?

I think this Sebastian
is the man responsible

for our brother's death.

How can you be so sure?

You...

You weren't with us in the Italian Wars.

I told you Marcus was
stabbed; I didn't tell you how.

There was an, uh...

an abandoned villa, the Villa Cortello,

high on the cliffs above Figari.

I was to meet Marcus there
to get a vantage point,

to judge our enemy's numbers and location.

I arrived on the path leading up

and passed a young man in a
French uniform riding away.

I thought nothing of it

until I walked into
the grounds of the villa

and saw Marcus lying there in the grass,

knifed in the back.

He had confirmed that this
French soldier had done it?

Apparently it wasn't enough
for Henry to send Bourbon armies

to the front line; he
had to take out a Bourbon.

And Marcus was the biggest threat.

I searched for that man
among the troops for days,

but I never saw him again.

Until now.

This is a deadly serious
matter, and you need to be sure.

I swear to you, I will not leave this court

until I learn the truth.

His... his wife's a,
a fetching little thing.

I wonder what she knows.

Why didn't you tell me about my sister?

You mean Claude?

Why? What have you heard?

Not Claude.

- Clarissa.
- What?

Why didn't you tell me she's still alive?

Francis, has someone seen her?

First, I want you to tell
me everything you know.

Nostradamus, he said she was alive.

That the prophecy was unfulfilled.

But I didn't know if he
just wanted to hurt me.

What if it was true?

It was true.

Francis.

Francis!

Francis, no!

Help. Somebody help!

Hurry!

Catherine.

Francis,

he's dying.

I've had a vision.

The prophecy, it will come to pass.

This is a waste of time.

Send this foolish man home.

Mary, explain to your husband

that I have had a vision.

Enough about the prophecy; it's exhausting.

- You don't believe me?
- Mother, you are not well.

Bash told us that you
were speaking to people

who weren't there.

And then there is the matter of Claude.

Well, since Bash was so talkative,

I hope that he also happened to mention

that it was an unfortunate error.

Mother, I came as soon as I heard.

Is it true? Are you terribly ill?

You sound so hopeful.

I suppose I deserve that.

How long have you had

those sores on your mouth and your tongue?

Y... your hands are afflicted as well?

Well, it's just a little rash.

It doesn't mean anything.

Sores on the body? Seeing
things that aren't there?

And a husband who also suffered madness?

That can't be a coincidence.

I don't suppose your
husband, um, uh, took lovers

outside the marital bed?

Syphilis?

Oh.

Oh...

Oh, Henry!

Oh, that is so like him!

Hmm?

A last gift so I'll never
forget him or his whores.

Don't be so gloomy, Mother.

I have a rather rambunctious friend

who underwent the cures and...

Oh, wait,

she did say they were rather excruciating.

I'll send for her specialist.

- Why, thank you.
- I think we should all let Mother rest.

- Claude.
- Francis,

wait, wait.

I've heard that these cures,

they can kill as well as help.

If anything should happen to me...

Nothing will happen.

... you must protect my legacy.

I don't want to be remembered

as a mad syphilitic queen.

Say that I died of consumption
while helping orphans.

Yes,

say that they were ill,

all the little ones,

and I entered the orphanage
without a thought for myself.

I have all your favorites.

Venison, guinea hen pie,

and beer from Alsace.

Kenna, I can't stay.

Listen, I know I've made...

big mistakes,

but tomorrow is Winter Ease.

It's the time of year when we're supposed

to look past the darkness
and hope for new beginnings.

I really want that for our marriage.

I can't just shrug off what you did,

but, but there are dark things

in my past as well,

and my mother's, as I've learned.

Your mother?

Is that why she left?

You never explained.

I... I can't do this right now, Kenna.

There's been a disturbance
in a nearby village.

They say a man clawed
his way out of the grave

and is terrorizing people.

Dead people rising?

So many people have died

of the plague, of strife in the villages.

Do you think the destructive things we do

simply disappear?

Call it ghosts, call it shadows,

call it justice working itself out.

But I need to go and try
to keep people from harm.

It's the best thing I can
do to make up for the things

that I have done that I'm not proud of.

Dead men, ghosts, these are

the reasons that you're
leaving me alone right now?

Those pagan uncles of yours

have really poisoned your
mind with superstition.

Just wait!

Wait!

Just let me say that
I'm sorry, because I am!

I know that I am impulsive,

and I can be my own worst enemy,

but I don't want to be your worst enemy.

I'll be back tomorrow before the feast.

We're married for life.

I know we need to make peace,

and we will.

You want me to gather information

about the king of Navarre.

And the state of his country.

I want to know whether his request

for funds is justified.

Ah.

Well, isn't this the right mission

for a man of your talents?

I thought you prided yourself

on your widespread contacts

and having your ear to the ground?

I just want to be sure that I understand.

Is this really about Antoine,

or are you trying to get rid

of Condé by association?

I beg your pardon?

I'm only humbly suggesting

that if your true intent is
to rid yourself of a rival,

then this doesn't need
to be a political matter.

This could simply be a matter of...

... sudden accident.

My God, you just...

can't help yourself, can you?

Goading the king.

You are alive at my mercy,

and even in passing,

you pour poison into my thoughts

- about my wife.
- Please, don't pretend

that these are new thoughts.

You've seen Condé buzzing

- around Mary.
- Oh, do shut up, Narcisse,

and do as you're told.

You exist to serve me now.

Nothing more.

Majesty.

Although I should warn you,

though Antoine is king of a tiny nation,

his foes don't tend to survive.

Another thing that makes
you the man for the job.

Lady Kenna.

Ah, I see you know my name now.

I was hoping you might give
me a tour of the castle.

I don't think I'd be
the best guide for you,

as you have a bit of a
reputation, Your Majesty.

Well, Antoine,

as I hope we'll be friends.

Lady Kenna, all I was hoping for here

is a, uh, pleasant companion
to show me the castle.

I know the stories that are told about me,

but don't you think that people can be more

than their reputations?

All I want is to talk,

get to know you better.

Learn all your...

secrets.

You are terrible.

Tell me about your husband, then.

I hear you're seeing the
prince of Condé these days.

Though the man is so
boring and predictable,

I can hardly believe it's true.

Tell me,

is someone making you spend time with him?

Well, I assume you'll be going to the feast

with the prince tomorrow night,

so I won't ask you to accompany me instead,

but, uh, I have a better idea.

Really?

Once the feast is over

and you've had your quota of, uh, boredom,

we could go to the hot
springs in the hills.

On a cold winter's night,
there is nothing more sensual.

You could wear your thickest
stockings for the ride up,

and then I could help you peel them off.

I can't believe you're still
making these suggestions.

The king discredited you.

You don't even have a house now.

It would be a mistake

to think that I will not be back on top.

Wear the flower on your dress at the feast,

and when I see it,

I'll know that you're agreed.

Your particular disease runs rampant

in the form of black bile,
which is a heavy humor

and tends to puddle in the lower body.

These birds will peck openings

in your feet and suck the bile

into themselves along with your blood.

You will get better,

and the birds will become ill.

That is fascinating, isn't it, Mother?

Ow! Ooh!

Doctor, how long do I have to endure this?

Five minutes?

Ten? Ow!

The longer, the better.

- Aah!
- I'll prepare the next stage

and return in one hour.

Take two hours.

Three if need be.

Whatever's best for my mother.

This... ow... this is torturous,

but it pains me more that
you are enjoying this so.

Oh, it hurts, I'm sure.

Do you know what else hurts?

Poison!

My stomach still aches from
your efforts to slowly kill me.

Francis, I wanted to thank you

for everything you've done for me,

and everything you're doing.

The new château isn't just for you.

It's for the both of us.

And I'm sure it will be wonderful,

but I'm not just talking about that.

It means a lot to me

that you're happy sleeping here
on this divan night after night.

Near me,

but not so close I feel uneasy.

We'll do things in our own time, my love.

If you want me to sleep here

for the rest of the year,

I don't object.

Yes, well,

it seems rather silly,

when there's a perfectly good

goose feather bed right here.

You mean tonight?

U... unless you've grown fond of that spot.

I only meant for us to sleep.

Of course.

Good night.

I need you to find out
everything that you can.

Ask everyone.

Lord Narcisse,

lovely to see you skulking

about the castle again.

I'm here on your brother's behalf,

always ready to serve our king.

But wouldn't it be more fun to serve me?

In the bedchamber, I mean.

Ah.

And I also want you to tutor
me in matters of court intrigue.

I'm flattered by you seeking my expertise,

but what, may I ask, prompted this request?

I avoided more than one engagement of late,

but it's only a matter of time
till I end up a chess piece

in some convenient marriage.

Unless I learn to play some chess myself.

Well, if you would like an older,

parental figure to help guide you...

... I'm happy to guide as closely...

... as you would like.

Mary?

I'm sorry.

I couldn't bear it.

The sound of a man's breath next to me.

Let me help you.

There's nothing you can do.

I can tell you that what
happened was a nightmare.

The nightmare is over.

I didn't know the man.

The priest found him the other morning,

dead from sleeping in the cold.

The gravedigger put
him in a pauper's grave.

But he must have rose up during the night.

There's been talk in other villages, too.

Of the dead rising and visiting
their families in the night.

Maybe.

But people grieving often see loved ones

in dreams and believe they've seen a ghost.

This was no dream.

I saw him, and he came after me.

And I ran... ran till I got home.

The men are searching in the woods

but haven't found him, have they?

Because he's hell's own.

Whatever you saw left footprints.

So I'll find him,

hell's own or not.

So this is Winter Ease.

Even the servants look pleased.

Well, we've had harsh weather for so long.

We could all do with a respite.

I haven't seen Mary look
this happy in a long time.

Well, and once again you're unescorted.

You know, I'm starting to believe

you made this husband of yours
up to discourage men like me.

Bash will be here.

His duties as king's deputy keep him busy.

Ah...

King's deputy.

So that's the post Francis created for him.

Thank God for nepotism.

Otherwise, what would
our bastard brothers do?

Bash is more than
qualified for the position.

He's known for his fairness

and can back it up with his sword.

Oh, lovely Kenna, I meant no offense.

But there's a difference
between the "feats of arms"

that nobles spar at for amusement

and using a sword in earnest.

Bash was with King Henry
during the Italian Wars,

I would hardly call that amusement.

The Italian Wars?

He sounds like an impressive man.

Tell me more.

Please don't hurt me, please.

Who are you?

A... Aristeo Gianopoulos.

You're Greek?

What are you doing here?

I came to the village looking for work.

I was just trying to earn
my fare back to Crete.

I don't know what happened.

I fell asleep in a churchyard,

and woke in a small dark place.

A coffin.

I was terrified.

I kept pounding at the lid.

Once I got out, I tried
to talk to people, but...

They didn't take it well.

You can't blame them.

I'm an unclean thing.

Something dead that shouldn't be here.

This shroud is all I have to keep warm.

You feel cold.

You feel hunger.

That means you're a living man.

No, I was dead.

A great physician named Nostradamus told me

that sometimes a person
can be unconscious for days

and be buried, mistaken for dead.

I'm telling you I was dead,
and I did not rise on my own.

I saw a woman,

dressed all in white, bending over me.

She took my hand

and pulled me from the grave.

She brought me back to life.

These new Provençal dances
are intriguing, aren't they?

Uh, I'm not much of a dancer.

Your pardon.

Excuse me for a moment.

I see you're still hovering near Kenna.

Well?

Well, such a bewitching little siren.

Yeah, she responds to
pressure like a sweet Arabian

I keep back home...
just a touch to go left,

a touch to slow down.

I take it that means
she told you something.

She confirmed that Bash was with
Henry during the Italian Wars.

Thousands of men were with
Henry during the Italian Wars.

- It's not enough.
- I want to be convinced as well.

I'll get more information.

Not from Kenna, I hope.

Press her too hard, it'll begin to look

like the Bourbons are on some kind

of vengeance-seeking mission.

You seem overly concerned

with your friends from the Valois court.

Perhaps you spend too much time with them.

And their queen.

- I know my duty.
- Do you?

Our brother Marcus was doing
his duty at the front line

when Henry sent in his assassin.

Have you forgotten how
long it took him to die?

Unmanned, without the use of
his legs, in crippling pain.

- I know.
- It made him bitter.

Unlike your good-tempered friends here.

In his misery, he drove his wife away

and drank himself to death.

I know!

I know.

Never forget whose side you're on.

Who's your blood and who is not.

It's not something they'll forget, either.

Antoine wasn't lying.

There are refugees in Navarre.

They've never been a wealthy
country... they need help.

I fail to see what's so urgent

you had to call us from the feast.

England has offered that help.

There have been secret conferences

between Antoine and one of
Elizabeth's most trusted agents.

The rumor is that English
troops may be preparing

to enter Navarre and be
quartered there on our borders.

My God, English troops that close.

They could attack French
targets in days, hours.

Are you sure?

No, that's the problem with
clandestine intelligence.

It works by links of
informants and hearsay.

One can never be sure anything is true.

We must find out.

If it is true, if we
don't stop them at once...

England could invade any time they choose.

I thought you'd never get here.

I was detained by politics.

Are you sure it wasn't some
pretty girl that detained you?

An accomplished man can handle both.

I just saw Narcisse

with Claude.

In there?

Really?

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Well, it's nothing to be sorry about.

I'm being courted by a
handsome prince, literally.

It's just... Narcisse's efforts
to pull me in irritate me.

Well, they wouldn't irritate you
if you had no interest in him.

You want me to spy on my brother.

I need you to find out if the threat

to this country's survival is real.

I know it puts you in a difficult position,

- but there is no one else.
- No.

I've been an obedient subject.

I've courted Claude and now Lola.

I haven't objected to your
management of my personal life.

But I will not spy on my brother.

You don't reciprocate
my feelings, very well.

Don't then take advantage of them.

Don't treat me as an intimate when I'm not.

I will advise you, though,
strictly as your friend.

I have no idea what Antoine
is doing with England.

But if the rumors are true, you should

give him the money he's asking for.

Like any other king, he can be bought.

Your Majesty.

Claude is probably just a
link back to the royal family

for Narcisse. A road back to power.

And a very beautiful road at that.

Oh, I thought you didn't care.

I don't. It's just...

That man is incapable
of forming an attachment

with anyone who can't do something for him.

And he's unpredictable.

You can't tell what he'll
do next or with whom.

I want a reliable man.

Predictable, in fact.
I value predictability.

People don't appreciate it enough.

Would you like to dance?

I'd love to.

You know what I'm thinking about?

- What?
- Sex.

I should certainly hope so.

And its unfortunate side effect

known as pregnancy.

There are methods that we
can employ to prevent that.

Yes, but I'm not sure I
trust you to be diligent.

In case you have some
keen plan to impregnate

me and marry into the royal family,

please know I won't let that happen.

It was your idea

that we become lovers.

And we shall.

There are many ways to pleasure each other

and I'm open to all of them,

except the one that produces a child.

You are full of orders.

And what if I refuse?

As your station is as low as it can go

and I'm a princess, let's

do things my way, shall we?

Well, given those terms, I...

I must respectfully decline.

You can't just walk away.

Oh, if I'm not myself,

you wouldn't like me anyway, Princess.

Oh, seeing I'm leaving
you without a mentor,

I will give you this one
lesson free of charge:

there are those who merely

believe they have power,

and there are those who actually have it.

We wish to speak with you
about your request for funds.

What, now?

If you're not too busy.

Very well.

You will all remain outside.

We hear that England has
been negotiating with you

to station troops in Navarre.

Or perhaps it's just a rumor.

You won't be leaving

until you tell us the truth.

Well, perhaps not even then,

your message is.

Very well.

I've had conversations with English agents.

They've offered quite a sizable
amount in exchange for allowing

their troops in Navarre.

You come here to talk peace

and you were dealing with our
greatest enemy behind our backs?

Well, I didn't ask
Elizabeth to approach me,

nor do I particularly want
to make a deal with her.

But Navarre, a very small nation...

Strategically positioned at our backs.

Needs to find money from somewhere.

You've been conspiring with our enemy.

Give us one reason why
we wouldn't kill you now.

Well, I'll give you two.

If I don't return safely
to Navarre, my wife Jeanne

will be understandably upset...

and all the more eager
to accommodate England.

Besides, consider my position. I came

here to make a deal with
you rather than Elizabeth.

If she finds out, my head'll
be on a chopping block.

You are not an English subject,

and you are a king in your own right.

I'm sure you'll be able
to talk your way out of it.

Thank you, yes, I'm... known for my charm.

But Elizabeth is still new to her rule

and must guard against coups from those

who wish to condemn a lone female monarch.

So she's building a network
of spies loyal only to her.

She makes everyone nervous.

Including me.

You know so much about her.

Why don't you show what a
friend you are to France,

and tell us

why she wishes to make

such an extreme move now.

Your brutal actions
against French Protestants

have... unnerved her.

England is a Protestant
country, and it would seem

the king and queen of France
wish to crush Protestants.

She's taking preemptive measures.

She thinks we plan to attack her?

She sees it as the first steps

towards positioning
you... a Catholic queen,

to take her throne.

Of course it would appear that way.

We've practically declared
ourselves her enemy.

I hope that France will see its way clear

to giving Navarre the money it needs.

It really seems that

that would be best for everyone.

As bile is a cold humor,

your body must be heated to balance it.

Delightful.

This is a well-known cure for syphilis.

God's mercy with you.

Wait, wait. Wait!

Uh, my water!

I wanted it first!

Oh.

Thank heavens. The water is on the table.

Please forgive the intrusion.

I was passing, I heard you calling, and...

Thank you.

Well, uh...

- unless there's anything else...
- Oh, stop it.

Clearly, you know what this thing is,

and you're not surprised I'm inside it.

Yes, I have seen a
mercury oven before, and...

Claude may have, uh, mentioned your illness

to anyone within hearing.

May I?

I don't know who she is

or why she brought me back to life.

You were disoriented...
maybe you imagined a figure,

a kind woman helping you.

There he is!

The demon's still in his shroud!

Don't run.

It'll only send them into a hunting frenzy.

You can't stop them. Trust me!

Kill him!

Wait! Stop!

- Shoot him!
- No!

Good one, lad. You got him.

Oh...

Why are you being so thoughtful?

I sat beside my brother

as he went through a round of the cures.

But on the good side,
he did say the dry heat

from the oven gave him some relief

from the sores all over his body.

I only have sores in my
mouth and on my hands,

so it's not very helpful.

Catherine... we are both veterans

of the game, are we not,
so I hope you'll forgive

the question, but is it possible
that you don't have syphilis?

That you've been poisoned?

Don't you think I take precautions?

I meant no offense.

But it does seem strange that your sores

are exactly where you would touch food,

picking it up, putting it into your mouth?

- My system of food tasters is impeccable.
- Yes,

but not all poison is
delivered through food.

Is there something that...

you touch often,
something no one else uses?

Uh... not your clothing...

your laundress cleanses that.

Wait.

I do read Henry's Bible.

I took it from his room

after his death... I've been reading it

for comfort nearly every day.

It belonged to Henry, and Henry went mad.

And now it belongs to you.

This will tell us.

The book is deadly.

Here you go, sir. Let's,
let's come down now.

Knaves!

I will stuff some poetry

into your souls.

Excellent song.

Thank you.

I, uh... have another.

But your bottle is almost empty.

We can't have that.

Why don't you let me help you down,

and we'll go reconnoiter the kitchens

for some warm mulled wine.

Ah... you're a man of sensibility.

Well, here.

Hold... my bottle.

No.

No.

My sword. No.

My... bottle.

Ah.

Oh, how I...

love...

the wine in France.

- Many do.
- And from here,

I shall go into Corsica... with
two beauties of my acquaintance,

by the way. We will lie...

in front... of the Villa
Cortello on the beach,

drinking and making love in the sand.

Well, good luck... the Villa Cortello's

miles from the ocean.

I somehow doubt your
"beauties" will appreciate

climbing up and down a cliff each day.

Let's go inside.

I'm sorry. I know I said

I'd try to be back for the feast.

Did you even try?

Or were you happier being
away from me right now?

I wish you believed how sorry I am.

I'm sorry that I got in so deep

with Henry, that I thought

of only my own survival.

Sorry because now that I know

real love, I've disappointed you.

I believe that you're sorry.

I wish you could look
at me like you once did.

I'm still the same person,

the same woman you loved.

Tonight I saw a man killed in front of me

because people thought he was a monster.

They knew one thing about him,

and that was dark enough
that in their minds

they erased him as a human
being. They didn't wait

to see the truth of his heart.

I'm not sure what it is you're saying...

or that I really like you
using the word "monster"

when we were just talking about me.

I don't want to make the same mistakes

as those people tonight.

I don't want to kill

something out of ignorance.

So does that mean you're
willing to forgive me?

I mean that I want to
see your heart, Kenna,

and not just one part of it,

the entire truth of it, no matter how dark.

Because that's what marriage is all about.

- It can take years to see what's inside.
- Years?

Bash, my heart really
isn't that complicated.

Trust me, your heart is complicated.

It's like one of those drinks
at Christmas with too much spice.

Nutmeg and ginger and cinnamon and cloves.

But what can I say?

I've developed a taste for spice.

I can't imagine doing without it.

I love you, too.

He's the one.

Bash.

He stabbed our brother on Henry's orders.

What are you going to do?

Justice says he should suffer

the way Marcus suffered.

He'll ache for death

long before that gift is bestowed.

What can we possibly do

or say to convince Elizabeth
that I'm not a threat?

That I'm not seeking to topple her?

There's nothing.

For the rest of our lives,
she will distrust us.

We can't explain my
actions to her or anybody,

because every explanation leads back to...

The blackmail,

the secret...

- to you killing your father.
- I have awoken a sleeping dragon.

We have to give the money
to Navarre, of course.

And we can't build the
château for our new beginning.

That property could never be defended

in the way that we need.

It's never going to end, is it?

I'm not even going to have
the illusion of safety.

I'll be looking over my shoulder for her

- every day of my life.
- I know that I can't undo

my mistakes, but...

I believe that we will get past this.

I thought so, too.

But one thing leads to another,

keeping it alive, and when I look at you...

I remember.

It is torment, Francis, and I c...

- can't do this anymore.
- But separate lives

won't work for us.

When I told you that queens

don't have the freedom of a king,

I wasn't trying to control you.

You were just telling me the truth.

What I am saying is that I want you

to be free.

You can find love with someone else.

Kings have done it in the past.

I don't want to be free.

We've both been pretending

that we can make things
the way they were before.

We both know that's impossible.

It's just taken us this long to admit it.

How could you send me to another?

How?

Because I love you.

And one of us should be happy.

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