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Gideon, we can't.

- I'm sorry, I just, um...
- We might be friends,

but our countries are still enemies.

It's one thing to pretend,
but to let this be real...

- You're pregnant.
- I've already arranged to give

the child to a loving family.

Amy Dudley is dead.

A servant at the Dudley's
country house found her body.

She was at the bottom of the stairs

with a broken neck. And now rumors

are already spreading that
Dudley murdered his wife.

He might hang as a murderer.

Do you want to be accused as well?

I didn't kill her.

We cannot be seen together.

I have my kingdom and the future

of my reign to consider.

I'm going to ask the Vatican for funds.

I no longer have French
soldiers to rely on.

And Scottish Catholic
forces are severely depleted.

Queen Elizabeth will see
your raising a Catholic army

as an act of aggression.

This is about taking what is mine.

So this is what my receiving line

has been reduced to...

an English spy?

Queen Mary, how was Rome?

I see your valet Jeffrey
has returned from England.

Are you officially reporting to him now?

Your trip to the Vatican
has caused some...

problems for me with Elizabeth.

- What does she know?
- That you wish to return to Scotland,

but because the
Protestants have taken over,

you need an army to return home safely

and went to Rome to ask for one.

As I warned you, she was displeased.

So I shouldn't have gone
to the Vatican, is that it?

Are you all right?

What's happened? Mary.

The Vatican has refused
to fund my mission

to reclaim my throne. Respectfully.

Gideon, I have lost everything.

My mother, my husband...
and now my country.

And not even Rome will
help me get it back.

Mary, I...

I'm so sorry.

Even if I tried to
return home, who's to say

Elizabeth would let me cross
the English Channel safely?

I'm trapped here.

I'm going to have to
tell Elizabeth about this.

I know you do.

She'd learn soon enough anyway.

This is for your daughter.

I saw it in Rome.

Agatha will love it. Thank you.

Mary. Welcome back.

Oh, I'm sorry I wasn't
there to greet you.

I was planning my tour of
the provinces for the spring.

Oh, the regency suits you.

I did see you arriving from my window.

I couldn't help but notice you talking

with the English
ambassador at some length.

I was lying to him,

telling him my mission
in Rome was a failure.

The Vatican was steadfastly behind me.

They've agreed to help me
gather any forces I need.

Oh, you're playing possum
while building a Catholic army.

My enemies in England and Scotland

can't stop me if they
don't know my plans.

The element of surprise
will help when you arrive.

You do have many
Protestants against you...

that zealot John Knox,

not to mention the Highland tribes,

with disregard for any monarchy.

Elizabeth cannot know, either.

So Gideon must be kept in the dark.

Is that difficult for
you... to lie to him?

No, it's not difficult at all.

Before you left for Rome
I couldn't help but notice

you were spending a
lot of time together.

There seems to be...

a connection between you.

Are you encouraging me to take
an English spy as my lover?

As Francis' mother,

if you want permission,
I give it to you.

Take some comfort.

Just remember, enjoy
him but never trust him.

If forced to take a side,

Gideon will always choose Elizabeth.

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Your Highness?

Your Highness?

As we were saying... without an heir,

and-and in the wake of the
recent assassination attempt

against you, we urge you to
name a successor immediately.

I am recovered,

healthy and strong.

But I'm sure you have
suggestions for my successor.

We recommend Henry Hastings,
third earl of Huntingdon.

A man of royal blood,

a devout Protestant,

he'd make a fine king.

But, as you've all been
pressuring me for weeks,

I've made my choice.

This is good news, Your Majesty.

Should I die, the English throne

will be passed to my cousin.

Mary, Queen of Scots.

Your... cousin?

- She's a...
- Catholic? A woman?

Yes. She also has a claim

to my throne, and should she accept

and be named my successor,

she will be publicly admitting

that I am the rightful queen

and hers is the weaker, secondary claim.

Then why would she do it?

Scotland is Protestant.

She's all but lost her
throne. And Gideon...

Lord Blackburn, has informed me

even her support in Rome has faded.

But that can change if she marries

a powerful husband,
forges another alliance.

Which is why I'll demand, in return,

the power to choose her next husband.

Not a foreign power,

but a weak Englishman of my choosing.

Her marriage is the last
card she has to play,

and I intend to reach across the table

and claim it as my own.

That was shrewd.

You chose the only person
they want less than you...

a Scottish, Catholic woman.

They wanted a successor,

so I gave them one.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Catherine,

- I have news.
- Important enough

for you to miss the privy
council meeting today?

I hope you're still not

pining for the regency.

- Water under the bridge.
- I'm sure it is.

Or perhaps this has to
do with your dear wife.

I understand that she hasn't answered

a single one of your letters.

Must be difficult to know she'd
rather be in enemy territory

than your bedchambers.

As I said,

I have news.

I told you before that I did not

frame you for Francis' poisoning.

Well, I'm here to prove it.

A signed confession
from the royal embalmer

saying that he fled without
removing Francis' organs.

And as I extracted the truth from him,

he confessed that he'd been
bribed by Cardinal Morel.

The very man who drove

the inquest against you.

You would have me believe

that the Vatican has
turned against me...

a Catholic royal?

Well, what if he were simply
turned, not the Vatican?

Any man can be swayed

to a different purpose,
even a man of the cloth.

- By whom?
- Someone who does not want you

as ruler of France.

Oh right, someone other than me.

I only stepped in once the
job became open, I swear.

You want to earn back my favor?

Find Cardinal Morel and bring him to me.

Don't disturb me

till you've completed your task.

Being the regent of
France, I'm extremely busy.

You understand.

Oh.

Christophe.

You can't be in my chambers.

I'm gonna have that secret
passage sealed tomorrow.

I needed to talk to you.

There's nothing to talk about.

I thought we'd finally
reached an understanding...

I won't tell anyone
what you did to Claude,

you keep the regency.

But now I discover Bash is assigning me

to Chambord to clear the chateau grounds

of a wolf infestation.

Yes, it's a nasty pack, I'm told.

You ordered this.

You're sending me away for months

because you know that I will kill again.

But does it really change anything

for me to be far away?

I'd feel better.

- Because you won't see it?
- Yes.

Because it won't be
happening under my own roof.

Well. If it will make you feel better.

Is there really no way for you to stop?

No.

I'm sure

I will enjoy hunting in Chambord.

But I will miss you, Catherine.

You look like my friend Greer.

She's a lovely girl,

thriving business,

hasn't been to court in weeks.

She sounds familiar.

I'm sorry I've been away so often.

Uh, truth be told, I-I
haven't been feeling well.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

I hope it's nothing serious.

No, no, nothing serious.

I really have missed you, Greer.

With Lola gone, I've been...

I didn't come here to
feel sorry for myself.

I came to share some good news.

I'll be returning to Scotland soon,

but no one must know.

Mary, that's wonderful.

I want you to come with me.

At the very least, I'm going to need

a flying squadron of Scottish spies.

I don't suppose there's

any way you could wait
till summer to return?

Summer?

Greer, I'm coordinating an entire army

in secret. There's only
a small window of time

that I can return.

Yes, of-of course.

Is this an order then?

I'm sorry.

Please try to understand.

I've made a new life for myself here,

and though it may seem insignificant
to you, it is everything to me.

Mary, if you command it,
I will return with you.

But...

I'm asking for permission to stay.

Of course you have permission.

I'm just surprised.

All right. I should be
returning to the castle.

Thank y...

Archbishop Ridolfi. My guards
didn't tell me you're here.

What are you doing in France?

Have you been having any problems

getting the support
you need for my mission?

I assure you I have kept Elizabeth

- completely in the dark.
- No, my child.

Our plans are moving as we'd hoped.

But there's been a new
development in England.

Our spies have learned that Elizabeth

is sending you an offer

to succeed her as queen of England.

In return,

she will choose your next husband.

Accepting would mean conceding

that she is the rightful
queen of England.

As for the husband,
she'll choose somebody

benefitting England, not Scotland.

Mary, when the offer comes,
you are going to accept.

Why?

She seeks to disempower me

by forcing me into a marriage
with whatever weak suitor

she chooses... most likely
a Protestant, mind you.

Don't worry about the marriage.

Rome will help you,
and you will help Rome.

How does this help Rome?

Mary, we want a Catholic ruling England.

Once you're officially
named her successor

Elizabeth will be...

removed.

First,

we are going to help
you retake Scotland.

And then we are going to put
you on the English throne.

Christophe left for
Chambord this morning.

It will be months before
you see him at court again.

Thank you, Sebastian.

I'd appreciate it if you'd stop using me

to clean up your personal affairs.

Ah, Charles.

This is Arturo. He's an old
family friend and a leader

of the finest theater troupe in Italy.

You met him when you were just a child.

And now I meet you as King of France.

It is a great honor to
perform for your court.

Mother tells me your troupe
performs all over Europe.

Thanks to the generous
patronage of the Medici family.

But tonight's performance will be

unlike anything you have seen.

It is an Italian comedy.

Wonderful. We could use a happy ending.

What better way to celebrate
your rule and mine, huh?

And I expect both you and
your sister to be there.

Your Majesty,

Queen Mary wishes to speak with you.

Privately.

I did not misunderstand.

They plan to kill Elizabeth

after she names me her successor.

You know that I spent
time with Elizabeth,

and I liked her. But she is your foe.

Catherine, she is my cousin.

Mary, her death would mean

the end your rivalry.

You can unite England and
Scotland under your rule.

You yourself said that it's
important not to set a precedent

of killing monarchs.

You wouldn't be killing
anyone. The Vatican would.

How thinly veiled is that?

After a bitter rivalry,
I take Elizabeth's throne

and benefit from her death?

The world would blame me.

There is every chance

I would be struck down in retaliation.

The Vatican must know that.

I'm just a pawn, aren't I?

Even if I were
assassinated, they'd just...

replace me with the
next Catholic in line.

A man would be their
preference, don't you think?

Certainly, I believe
your thinking is right.

But the question is, what
are you going to do about it?

This is the Vatican.

You can't just say "No,
thank you" and walk away.

If you decline Rome's advice,

you will lose its gold, its armies.

And I will be powerless
to take back Scotland

- from the Protestants.
- So what will you do,

try to save Elizabeth or your country?

Here. It's chilly.

Do you treat all your
political hostages so kindly?

Only the ones I find useful.

And you, Lola, have been very helpful.

Are we taking another
detour to the village?

To that same gray townhouse,

where you disappear for several hours?

These tours you give me

of the countryside,
they're so you can see

your lover, Robert Dudley.

I assure you, he is no longer my lover.

That basket is full of wine
from a vineyard near the coast.

I learned this past
week it's his favorite.

I'm sure you're longing to have a visit

with your son in Scotland.

That can be arranged,

as long as you're discreet

about what I do in my free time.

Stay in the carriage.

Just be careful.

Robert Dudley is publicly blamed

for the murder of his wife

and for besmirching your reputation.

I don't think it's
an exaggeration to say

he is the most hated man
in all of England right now.

I appreciate your concern.

Stay in the carriage.

You shouldn't be here, Elizabeth.

It's too dangerous.
Didn't you get my note?

I sent a messenger this morning.

No one saw me.

Yes. But they know I'm here.

Compliments of a
nobleman in the village.

Lord Vendell.

He and his friends figured out who I am.

I'll move you immediately.

Where? I'll be eventually
recognized wherever I go.

All of England despises me.

You can't keep coming here, Elizabeth.

It's too much of a risk.

Even for visits as innocent

- as these.
- I have no one to talk to at court.

You're gone, William's gone.

Exile is too good for him.

He betrayed you, Elizabeth.

I know.

And I know I should stop seeing you,

as we have no future...

I'm so alone.

Besides,

you are the only man in England

who can beat me at chess.

- What is it?
- They're going after Dudley.

He said they knew he was here.

Come out and face us!

Murderer!

Adulterer!

Go home, Vendell.

You're drunk.

All of you, go home!

This is Robert Dudley!

Wife murderer!

I didn't kill my wife.

Liar. You brought shame

on Our Majesty, the Queen!

You brought shame on all of England!

Someone should kill
him for what he's done!

I must fetch my guards.

You cannot intercede on his behalf,

or all of England will know

you've traveled here
to visit him in secret.

- You can't afford more scandal.
- Who wants to see me

duel with this murderer?!

To restore honor to England!

You want fame, is that it?

You want to write your name in history.

You either duel with me,

or I'll slaughter you in the
night like the coward you are.

You would hang for
killing an innocent man.

No one in England
thinks you're innocent.

Grab your sword then.

We duel at dawn.

I know you're a skilled swordsman,

but you do not have to do this.

You think this is the first time
I've been challenged to a duel?

It won't stop.

Even if I don't fight
him today, he'll kill me.

He thinks he can get away
with it, make himself a hero.

At least if I die today,

I die fighting for your honor.

And mine.

Robert, this is Lady Lola.

There's something you have to know.

Vendell is using pistols.

What? How often have you fired a pistol?

You must reconsider.

Guns are terribly unreliable.

They often misfire.

Even our soldiers rarely
use them in France.

Robert, please.

It's too late now.

There's no turning back.

Keep your distance, so
you won't be recognized.

Both these weapons are yours.

Surely you'll just choose
the best for yourself.

Of course not. I'm an honorable man.

It's a matchlock pistol.

You light the charge on top,

and then whichever gun ignites

faster fires first.

Please, Lord, let his fire first.

It's a misfire!

He had to do it. He was challenged.

What's the play about, anyway?

It's a comedy about the
love lives of royals.

I hear the princess is worth looking at.

- Oh.
- Shh!

It's starting.

Welcome, all, to the Kingdom of Glory,

where the summers are cool

and the winters fair.

The king and his queen

share a dance on a midsummer night,

not a worry on their minds,

except who their daughter will marry.

Gideon. Come in.

Sorry to intrude at such a late hour,

but an offer has just
arrived from Elizabeth.

She's offered to name you her successor.

If you accept, she will
choose your next husband.

I see.

I know it must feel insulting...

accepting that your best
hope of ruling anything

is to inherit the job
in another country.

It's a large price to be paid, for sure.

I have lost Scotland.

I am a queen without a country.

Becoming Elizabeth's successor
offers the possibility

that someday I may rule again.

That possibility protects me.

It will gain me more
supporters. It's not much,

but right now, Gideon,
what other choice do I have?

Well, there's always another choice.

You work for Elizabeth.

Your queen would benefit from this.

Shouldn't you be convincing me to agree?

Don't sign.

If you sign, you
weaken your own position

and become known as the woman
standing behind Elizabeth,

not a queen in your own right.

Then she'll own you, like she owns me.

You deserve more, Mary.

Why are you being so kind to me?

Sometimes I get tired
of the lies, the...

tactics.

Or maybe I just don't want you
to marry another Englishman.

Finally, our daughter is happy,

and all is as it should be.

Behold this king and
queen in a new light,

for they have built this kingdom

on the blood of their own subjects.

Years ago, 13 Red Knights

valiantly served the royals

only to be falsely accused
of worshipping a demon...

the Baphomet.

And all were executed

by you...

their wicked queen.

Let the kingdom heed my warning.

The 13 Knights shall rise again.

The debt shall be paid!

Stop him!

Oh. Arturo, what was that?

It wasn't part of the play.

I tried to go after
him, but he disappeared.

I've never seen that
mask before, I swear it.

Then what happened? Who was he?

I don't know.

He wasn't one of my players.

He could be anyone.

What the hell was that play, Stephan?!

Are you trying to terrorize me?!

What are talking about?

You're dredging up the past, onstage,

for everyone to see, for Charles to see.

I have no idea

what Charles saw in the play

because I wasn't there.

I was tracking down Cardinal Morel,

whose body washed up on a riverbank,

his throat slit.

He's been dead for
several weeks, at least.

Well, that's convenient, for someone.

Eh, clearly Morel was
killed to tie up a loose end.

Let me get this straight.

We're looking for someone

with an aversion to loose ends,

a penchant for terror tactics,

who wouldn't hesitate
to kill a cardinal?

Oh, Catherine.

- I know. It's you.
- No.

I'm warning you, someone
else is behind these attacks

and whatever nonsense happened onstage.

I am your ally.

I will never trust you again.

I'm not your wife.

I won't be frightened into your arms

by a dead rat or a dead cardinal.

Do you like your new doll, Agatha?

She's beautiful.

- Father?
- Mm-hmm?

Queen Mary's nicer than
Queen Elizabeth, isn't she?

It's hard to say.

By that I mean we shouldn't say.

I have some work to do now.

Why don't you run along and play?

Gideon, we need to talk.

I just spoke with a spy

in the village who saw
Archbishop Ridolfi last night.

Ridolfi's a high level enforcer

from the Vatican... it's strange

he's made no appearance at French court.

I'm concerned that he might be here

negotiating with Mary in secret.

Maybe she lied to us.

Maybe her trip to Rome wasn't a failure

and she's gathering strength.

How closely have you been watching her?

As closely as you've been watching me.

You're not much of a servant
anymore, Jeffrey, are you?

It's me who serves under you.

Elizabeth sent you to keep an eye on me,

to make sure I do my job,
seduce Mary and control her.

Well, now's the time.

If Mary's actually headed

to Scotland with a Catholic army,

she could reclaim her
throne and her power.

Do you realize how-how dangerous
this would be to Elizabeth

to have her successor
just beyond the border

with an entire army at her command?

That's not a successor,
that's a replacement.

This is all theoretical,
we don't know for sure.

But if Mary's been lying to me,

if she's still working
with Rome, I'll destroy her.

I know you will.

For Agatha's sake.

What did you say?

I know you'll do

whatever it takes.

At least when they called me a murderer,

I knew it wasn't true.

It's true now.

They will come for you.

I am leaving, and you need
to pull yourself together

and get out of here.

Go north, try Lancashire.

I want to return to court.

My life is there, my work, Elizabeth.

I can't just roam
around aimlessly forever.

No purpose, no way to redeem myself.

I don't know that you
can redeem yourself.

Well, I can't just be this.

I can't just be this
for the rest of my life.

Just the man who ruined your reputation.

Let me come back to court, Elizabeth.

I'll face their hatred,

and day by day, I will do good work,

I'll do good statesmanship.

Maybe one day I can be more.

No. You're not thinking clearly.

Elizabeth...

You've already received
death threats from court.

- If you come back, they will kill you.
- Then so be it.

There's no outrunning
this scandal, Elizabeth.

- God knows I've tried.
- Robert...

You should go.

I'll await your permission.

Queen Mary.

What are you doing here?

I was thinking about the
offer to succeed Elizabeth

as the next Queen of England.

Struggling with whether
to accept or decline.

Then I thought about what you said...

there is always another choice.

What if we were actually
honest with each another?

I'm not sure I understand.

I lied to you...

about Rome.

The Vatican is going to support

my return to Scotland.

I was ordered to keep it a secret

from my enemies, from England.

Why are you telling me this now?

Despite your complicated
history with Elizabeth,

I believe you want to keep her safe.

I also believe that you care for me.

Is Elizabeth's safety in question?

The Vatican wants something
in exchange for their support.

They want me to accept Elizabeth's offer

and then when I am
named her successor...

your queen will be assassinated

and I will take her throne.

I don't want to kill my cousin,

but I can't say no to the Vatican.

They alone support me in my own country.

Without them, I lose my throne.

And I can't tell Elizabeth
what they're planning.

She'd think you were complicit.

That you're only coming clean now

because something had gone wrong.

No, she will come after you,

block your return to Scotland.

You see my dilemma.

I'm stuck between England and Rome,

and I don't know how to
get myself out of this.

What do you want me to do?

First of all, tell
Elizabeth that I said yes.

It will stall the Vatican.

And then?

I'm going to need your
help playing both sides.

If I deal with Rome, and
you deal with Elizabeth,

we might be able to save her life

without sacrificing my country.

Will you help me, Gideon?

I know it's a risk...

but I have taken a
risk confiding in you.

Don't fight what's between us.

Mary, what's between us
are lies and sabotage.

Relationship born in
deceit often dies there.

There's more between us than lies.

You know that.

Gideon, come in.

I'm writing to our queen.

Telling Elizabeth your suspicions

about Mary meeting with the Vatican?

Well, clearly Mary's hoping
to gather her army secretly,

to maintain the element of surprise

when she attempts to reclaim
her throne from the Protestants.

But once we tell Elizabeth
about Mary's plan...

Elizabeth would never
let the Queen of Scots

win back her throne.

Wherever Mary lands in Scotland,

Elizabeth will alert
the local Protestants,

who will make things
very difficult for her.

Hmm.

Did you see Mary?

No. No, I'm seeing her later tonight.

So you haven't sent any
word of this to Elizabeth?

No. Not yet.

Gideon, would you
fetch me some more ink?

It's in the trunk in the corner.

Gideon?

Gideon!

I've been wanting to speak with
you since the play last night.

I didn't write the damn
thing. If you didn't like it...

I didn't come here
to critique the piece.

I saw your reaction

to the man in the Baphomet mask.

The queen he described...

that was you, wasn't it?

Bash, it was theater.

When I was a child,
Henry woke me up one night

and took me out onto the parapet.

He wanted to show me something.

It's something I've never forgotten.

The castle grounds
were lined with pikes.

A severed head on each one.

Each of the men's faces was
painted with a red cross.

Henry said they were soldiers
who'd fallen into devil worship.

There were 13 of them,

just like the man on stage
referred to "13 Red Knights."

I don't remember any such event.

Perhaps you dreamt it.

No. Now, I've come to realize

the tales I was told as a child

to describe the horrors
I saw were usually lies.

Why were those soldiers
killed, Catherine?

I don't believe it had anything
to do with devil worship.

I'm surprised you remember.

It was so long ago, and
you were so very young.

We owed them money,

and we could not pay.

It was your father's idea,
but yes, I went along with it.

I said that they should
be executed quietly, but...

Henry... he insisted that
their heads be put on pikes.

Strike fear, no one will
dare question our actions.

Still, I had the heads
removed before sunrise.

Dear God.

Well, these are the
sins that I live with.

The dead who haunt me.

Bash, whoever took control

of that play must be found.

What if they really come after me?

If I'm killed, who will protect Charles?

The realm will be thrown into chaos.

I understand.

What's strange is how
much time has passed.

They've been dead for so long.

Are you sure about that?

I was just thinking of you.

Is that blood on your
sleeve? Are you hurt?

Archbishop Ridolfi
needs to be more careful.

Jeffrey learned he's here in France,

and guessed he was
strategizing with you.

Has Jeffrey told Elizabeth yet?

He never had the chance.

Gideon... where is he now?

Dead... his body in a trunk.

Oh, my God.

He was going to warn Elizabeth,

and she would not hesitate

to have you ambushed by the Protestants.

If I did nothing,

you would have lost your chance
to reclaim the Scottish throne.

I finished Jeffrey's
letter in his handwriting,

saying that you've
accepted Elizabeth's offer

of successorship, and
that Jeffrey's on his way

back to English court.

Of course, he-he'll never make it.

You turned against your
countryman to save me,

my throne, my future.

I haven't turned against my queen.

Mary...

we must find a way to save you both.

Queen Elizabeth.

I have returned to serve at your side.

And serve me you shall.

After much consideration,

I have decided to raise
Robert Dudley's station

to The Earl of Leicester.

He will be granted all

appropriate lands and titles.

- I am humbled.
- And I'm not finished.

I have raised your station

in order to serve a greater good.

I have named Queen Mary
Stuart as my successor,

in exchange for choosing
her next husband,

and I choose you.

Mary has accepted these terms

according to a letter I just received

from our diplomats at French court.

You will set sail for
France immediately.

This marriage will provide
peace between our nations.

My Queen, respectfully,

I wish to serve you here in England.

And I have decided otherwise.

May I request a private audience?

No. Your queen has spoken,

and our decision is final.

Now complete your mission.

Elizabeth.

Do not argue with me here
where anyone could see.

How could you do this to me?

Marry me off to your rival, your enemy?

You know I love you.

I know, and I believe
you will be loyal to me

- until the day you die.
- Then why?

To save you.

Live in France with her,

live in Scotland, I
don't care, but live.

You will always have my heart.

Just a moment.

Come in.

I just wanted to return this.

The rest of my luggage arrived,

so I won't be needing it anymore.

It was very kind of
you to lend it to me.

Do you play chess?

Do you?

I'm quite skilled, actually.

Perhaps we could play together.

I know we've not yet
discussed personal matters,

but I will tell you
something about my husband.

I receive a letter from
him nearly every day,

and I haven't read one.

They remain unopened in a pile

because he lied to
me, and I deplore him.

Even so, without him,

the nights are long and lonely.

I can't imagine what they must be like

without the man you truly love.

Thank you.

Despite your heartbreak,

I must warn you, I show no mercy.

Lady Lola,

I expect no less.

I think I've discovered
a way to save both

Scotland and my cousin.

I thought is was impossible
to keep the Vatican on my side

without sacrificing Elizabeth,
but I have found an ally.

What lies ahead is daunting,

but together, we will get through this.

Together with the Englishman?

Did you sleep with him?

Yes.

I didn't think I was capable, but...

- apparently...
- You are.

And now Gideon is on your side.

What about you?

What do you mean?

Why did you do it?

Was it genuine? Were you
giving into temptation?

Or were you seducing him so
you can get out of this alive?

Honestly, Catherine...

I don't know.

Who's there?

Christophe.

You are supposed to be in Chambord.

I'm afraid it didn't suit me.

I kept straying from my post.

What? To kill?

I'm worse away from you,
Catherine. I truly am.

What is that?

The Red Knights.

Catherine, watch out!

Are you hurt?

I'm all right.

What does it say?

"Your debt will be paid."

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