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My father cut off my mother's head.

My sister jailed me

as a threat to her rule.

- Lord Castleroy.
- Greer, get back!

You have been named by another suspect
in the attempted murder of King Francis.

He's in prison. He'll
never be free again.

We have crippling military debts.

France is in debt to her soldiers

who fought on Scotland's behalf.

You and father executed 13 knights

on the trumped-up charge of heresy.

Simply because you couldn't pay them.

I am under attack

by a rogue group calling themselves

the Red Knights.

I'm going to ask the Vatican for funds

to wage war against John Knox.

He is trying to take my country.

Mother?

Wait, there's been a mistake!

Release the prisoner!

By my order, Anne
Boleyn shall be pardoned!

Free her at once!

I said, release the prisoner!

By order of the queen!

Can no one hear me?!

I order this to stop!

Let her go! Mother!

Mother! No.

Highness, it's all right.

It's just that dream again.

No one heard me, did they?

No, Your Highness.

Rest easy.

General Gaghan, I'm sorry to tell you

the threat is very grave.

That is why I traded
the English ambassador

for your release.

A small but ruthless group

of anarchists have been staging
attacks against the Crown.

And until we know more,

we need the French army
to secure the throne.

Well, as soon as my
soldiers are fully paid

for their service in Scotland,

I'm sure they will join
me and the other generals

- in putting down any threat.
- Which will be soon.

They will receive partial
payment right away.

In the interim...

Majesty, there can be no
interim or partial payment.

I was godfather to Francis

and would give my life
freely, but my soldiers...

Will desert if they are not paid.

I understand.

How about this?

We show the generals and their men

how deeply we value their service

by holding a feast in their honor.

Majesty, you're very kind,

but know that a wealthy Greek prince

is coming to France in two
weeks to raise an army...

with gold in hand.

Meaning our men will desert
and join him as mercenaries.

Then tell your generals

they will receive the
money their men are owed,

at the feast, in two weeks' time.

The generals will be very pleased.

- General Gaghan.
- Majesty.

Good to see you.

I heard what you said.

Why didn't you tell him

those anarchists are the Red Knights?

And remind him we killed

the last group of
soldiers we couldn't pay?

No.

First we pay the army, then
we crush the Red Knights.

But we don't have the money.

We will.

If you look hard enough,
there is always an answer.

What do you mean, the answer is no?

France needs the Vatican's
help, as you well know.

You're punishing me, aren't you?

- Not at all.
- You're angry

that we traded Gideon Blackburn

to Elizabeth for a vital French general.

Rome simply doesn't have
the resources to help France.

Nonsense.

You wanted the English ambassador killed

because he foiled your plot

to put a Catholic king
on England's throne

in place of the queen
standing before you.

That was never our goal.

Mary, you've always been

the true Queen of Scotland and England

in the eyes of Rome.

Now, if only Rome could give me

a few less words of encouragement

and a few more soldiers,

I might actually be able
to take my country back

from rebels like the
Protestant John Knox.

Our forces are now in Turkey,

contesting the Holy Land.

But we can help you buy an army.

Would 100,000 livres meet your needs?

Thank you.

That would be quite useful.

Meanwhile, the king of
France is left to do what?

Light a candle, pray
for manna from heaven?

Catherine, I'm more than happy

to share the Vatican's
gold if France needs it.

After what you did for Gideon,

- I can't help but feel responsible...
- Thank you,

but I didn't trade
Gideon for General Gaghan

out of the goodness of my heart.

Gentlemen, please.

I need my very best
military men around me.

And they cost a lot more

than the mercenaries
that you will require.

Speaking of your friend,

the English ambassador,
have you heard from him?

No.

He was planning to go to his sister's

to find a secure place for his daughter.

From there, he's probably
going to report to Elizabeth.

Where she should thank him for
saving her life and her rule.

Which you will need to do for yourself,

by returning home, to Scotland.

What will it be like when I return?

Cold.

Cold like you've never known.

Which is why... you will need these.

Oh, this is too much.

A whole new winter wardrobe
must have cost a fortune!

Oh, hardly. Try it on.

Have you tried using your
Medici connections yet for funds?

Perhaps, um...

you recall a certain look-a-like cousin

of mine?

The one who hanged herself

after her lover had
that... sexual mishap?

Uh, that would be the one.

I wouldn't have thought
she'd be missed, but as luck

would have it, she turned out to be

a favorite of my Uncle Alfonso,

keeper of the Medici purse strings.

Mm, so he cut you off.

- I'm sorry.
- Things could be worse.

Better to have your purse strings cut

than your...

How do I look?

Like a queen men would die for.

Thank you.

I only wish I knew where
to look for such men.

Why don't you ask Bash?

He recruits the very best

mercenaries for the kingsguard.

I hope I have enough
gold to buy what I need.

Yes, you have enough gold.

Just.

Your timing is lucky.

I know of a small private
army that's just come back from

- some fighting near Spain.
- What do you know of them?

They're deadly, they're brave
and they're looking for work.

Well, we must ride out to
meet them as soon as possible.

Mary, they're mercenaries.

I am done leading from a distance, Bash.

I want to be where my people
can see me, from now on.

Well, mercenaries are usually

more moved by gold than politics,

but I suppose it can't hurt.

We also might want to

consider... other incentives.

You mean whores.

Yes, I've already thought of that.

I've written to Greer, repeatedly,

to ask if I could hire some of hers.

Repeatedly?

She hasn't responded yet.

To this, or my last several letters.

Nor has she appeared at court lately.

Things have been somewhat awkward

since she told me she'd
rather stay in France

than come to Scotland with me.

Half a million livres in two weeks?

And no help from the
Vatican or from the Medicis?

Half a million, or our
soldiers desert us for Greece.

Well, I can see only one option.

But what I'm proposing
might be a little...

unseemly for a young king to authorize

so early in his reign.

Then he won't authorize it.

You'll do whatever it
is and tell us after.

Mother, really, I don't
like the sound of that.

Can you get us the money?

I believe I can.

Then do it, whatever it
is, as soon as possible.

I hope that's my food, Mimi.

I'm famished.

Your girl said I could
bring this up for you.

She said you haven't
left your room in weeks.

Greer, I've been so worried about you.

Why didn't you tell me?

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I thought I could do it.

I thought, with my sister's help,

I could keep my secret

and give my baby a decent
home at the same time.

But I was a fool.

Don't say that, Greer.

You are going to be a wonderful mother.

And you have enough money put aside

for a comfortable life, don't you?

Comfortable isn't enough.

I want my baby to grow
up with a good name.

I'll help you change your name,

get you papers of recommendation.

Can you get me a husband, too?

Someone to be a father to this child?

Mary, you know the world we live in.

I also know that you
already have a husband.

Lord Castleroy is a good man,

and now, with Catherine as regent,

I may be able to have
him released from prison.

Aloysius was the best
thing to ever happen to me.

But how can I ask him

to be a father to another man's child?

And how can I ask you
to help release him,

when the conspiracy
he unwittingly funded

was responsible for your...

My rape.

You can say it.

I couldn't put you through
those memories again.

Those memories are a part of me, Greer,

but I am stronger than they are.

My life is once again
the sum of my choices,

not someone else's crimes.

And I choose to help my friend.

I don't understand why we have to

take time to visit the generals.

A king must always deliver
good news in person.

Bad news should be sent via messenger,

or let them find out on their own.

But, Mother, can we even be
certain we have good news?

Narcisse wasn't sure
he could get the money

in whatever unseemly way

he had in mind...

- What is that racket?
- It's them!

- It's the royals!
- It's the royals!

You, royals! Hey!

Here's all the tithe you'll get from me!

Stand clear!

Back to the castle at once!

Narcisse. He must have
tithed the peasants.

- What?
- It's a kind of emergency tax.

I know what a tithe is.

They've been tithed
once already this year.

No wonder they're angry.

They can't afford to pay any more.

We're marking 50 years

since the coronation of King Henry VIII.

Is the Jubilee the biggest
event of every year?

Yes. We all must
demonstrate our admiration

for the greatest king
Englishmen can remember.

Although, this year,

it might prove to be quite interesting.

Lady Beatrice Somerset
promised to attend.

What do you know of
my mother, Anne Boleyn?

I know she was so admired by King Henry

that he cast aside his first
wife to make her his queen.

He thought Anne would give him a son.

When she only gave him me,

he had no more use for her.

Or her head.

Do you have any memories of her?

Not really.

I was two when she died.

And all I've heard since
are the outlandish rumors

my father trumped up to
justify her execution.

They smeared her with every

dirty accusation they could think of,

adultery, treason, witchcraft.

Even incest.

That was the worst charge.

And it came from my
mother's best friend,

Lady Beatrice Somerset.

Please, stay.

Sir Robert is just saying good-bye.

But I would happily
abandon my trip north

to stay by your side for the Jubilee.

Yes, but your duties

as the Earl of Leicester cannot wait.

Oh, the sheep census?

My Queen,

since foiling the
Vatican's plot against you,

I have new favor amongst the nobles.

There's no need to hide our friendship.

I'm afraid there still is.

This Jubilee must remind England

that I am the great King
Henry VIII's daughter.

Not Robert Dudley's mistress.

Right.

Just promise me that
someday I'll hold you again.

That's all I ask.

Someday. Yes, of course.

I long for that, too.

Even if it takes years.

Years?

I don't know where you found
the strength to send him away.

This Jubilee is a burden
he could help you carry.

Actually, it's your help I need.

Your help to get
revenge on Lady Somerset.

Me?

Can't you just have her seized

by your guards when she arrives?

With my mother's blood staining
the hands of so many nobles,

I risk losing my throne
if I so much as mention

my mother's name, let
alone try and avenge her.

I must smile in the
face of her butchers.

Always my father's daughter.

That is why Lady Somerset

thinks she's safe coming to my court,

even though she is
the liar who testified

that my mother slept
with her own brother.

And my father rewarded her lies

by giving her my mother's family lands.

But what is it you're asking me to do?

Plant a stolen necklace on Somerset.

It will allow me

to fine her so I can get
my mother's lands back.

We were hounded by a mob
of filth-hurling peasants!

All thanks to your brilliant tithe.

My sincere apologies.

I had no idea you intended to ride out.

Had I known, I would've warned you.

I know how you like to stay
indoors during tax season.

Well, at least the money was raised.

Oh.

The money was raised, Stephan?

Well, with the peasants revolting,

we would need the military
to enforce collection.

And we can't ask the military
to do that until we pay them.

Oh, dear Lord.

Well, what now?

You said if you look hard enough,

there's always an answer.

Well, the last answer I could
think of was trusting him.

I'm sorry. I need to think.

Majesty, don't lose hope.

She's right, you know.

There is always an answer.

To begin with,

we'll have to travel tonight.

Of course, Majesty, but leave the castle

with the peasants revolting?

Pack for a day's
travel, and pack warmly.

It's especially cold in
the foothills of the Alps.

The Alps?

You're asking for almost all
the gold the Vatican lent me.

How am I to pay for supplies?

Food, weapons?

With my men behind you,
your loyalists will rally.

And the food and supplies will follow.

But I would be taking an enormous risk.

We are talking about war, aren't we?

Will you take a risk for me, then?

To prove what you're capable of?

What risk?

Not far from here is the
Oubliette of Roussillon.

Lord Aloysius Castleroy
is imprisoned there.

Free him, and you have the job.

Including all the gold you've asked for.

It's a royal prison, is it not?

For the force of your skill and size,

it should be easy enough.

You drive a clever bargain.

We'll return with

this Lord Castleroy by nightfall.

You told me you wanted to help Greer.

You didn't say it was

by breaking her husband out of prison.

Does Catherine know about this?

Catherine asked not to know.

Because helping Castleroy
would inflame her relations

with the Catholic nobles.

In other words, she'll
look the other way.

But how is Castleroy supposed
to get by once he's free?

I will get him false documents.

So no one will know of
his record as an insurgent.

You've thought of everything.

Now, tell me the plan again,

so I know it's fixed in your mind.

Yes, when the nobles line up

to be presented with favors,

I'll slip those pearls
into Lady Somerset's bag

for the guards to find.

And you've seen her portrait,

so you know who you're looking for?

And I know what she'll be wearing.

Once you've had her arrested

and fined her to get your
family's property back,

will you show her mercy?

Like the mercy she showed my mother?

Bash, where are they?

Bonnay said they'd be back by nightfall.

Maybe Castleroy has been killed.

Maybe the men I need
to take back Scotland

have already died trying to rescue him.

Bonnay's men know what they're doing.

And so do you.

So much is about to change.

No matter what happens with Castleroy,

Greer will probably have
to leave French court

to distance herself from her reputation.

And you'll be leaving soon as well.

For Scotland.

It seems unimaginable.

But yes.

We did it before, you and I.

Remember, when we ran away?

Of course.

How could I forget?

We were so desperate
to avert the prophecy.

We would have done
anything to save Francis.

They were complicated times.

I'll go tend the fire.

Remember, don't stare.

This casino is the one place in Europe

a king can feel like a commoner.

Ah.

Knucklebones played with rubies.

That's a new one, even for me.

It was my favorite game last summer.

Charles!

My young prince is back.

But wait, I should say my young king.

Countess Van Court, always a pleasure.

I was hoping the deeds

to the royal vineyards in Burgundy

would do for our entrance stake.

Of course.

Knucklebones again?

- You know me too well.
- Hmm.

If you lose these vineyards,
every man in France

will riot in the street.

Then I'll be sure to win.

Mary, come quickly!

Your man.

Or what's left of him.

Good Lord.

Castleroy, is that you?

Bash, take him to the carriage.

He is to see a physician immediately.

Ride hard, Majesty.

Or he might not make it.

To the greatest king
and the greatest father

England and the world has ever known...

King Henry the VIII.

King Henry the VIII!

I would like to present

my most loyal and patient courtiers

with a golden favor in
honor of this 50th Jubilee.

100 favors shall be awarded
to those first in line

to meet with Her Highness.

Any seeking a private
audience must submit

to a brief search by the Royal Guard.

Come along now, remain orderly.

Did you just try to
steal this woman's pearls?

- No, of course not...
- Then explain why

they're coming from her
bag, attached to your hand.

Oh, what a lovely necklace.

Where did you get it?

The queen's stolen pearls.

Arrest them both.

But I-I...

So you say a man at the Jubilee

paid you to hide the pearls in my bag?

I thought it was some
secret code between you,

that perhaps you were lovers.

I had no idea the pearls
belonged to the queen.

But it makes no sense.

Whoever gave them to you,

Elizabeth must've
convinced them to do it.

And as a lady

to the queen of Scots, you
were nothing but a pawn in this.

You poor fool.

But what would Elizabeth
have against you?

I should never have accepted
the invitation to the Jubilee.

I should've known Elizabeth
would be laying in wait for me.

You don't know how often I've wished

I could speak with the queen

to explain about Anne.

Explain what?

I am Lady Beatrice Somerset.

You must've heard all the stories.

The lady who sold out her dearest friend

and her infant daughter.

Yes.

You told those outlandish tales...

Anne was guilty of witchcraft
and other depravities.

Everyone knew Henry wanted her gone.

To speak ill of Anne was to
curry favor with the king.

And that's what you did.

It wasn't my idea.

A chambermaid of Anne's
claimed to have seen

Anne and her brother George...

together.

Wait, a chambermaid said this?

Anne's night maid.

But he knew

that no one would
believe it unless it came

from someone like me,
a close friend to Anne.

And so he turned

the screws on my family.

Threats...

and promises.

After the trial, Henry awarded me

the Boleyn family lands.

And Henry knew the
chambermaid's story was a lie.

Of course he did.

The only thing Anne

was ever guilty of was not having a son.

You're Nancy, correct?

Yes, I am, Your Highness.

The night maid.

The one who said she saw Queen Anne

lay with her own brother George.

Please, Highness, don't
make me speak of that.

Why?

Was it too painful for you

to condemn an innocent woman
to death with your lies?

You don't understand, Highness.

Why you sent my mother to the headsman?

No, I understand that.

How often does a chambermaid
get to bring down a queen?

Did my mother mistreat you?

Or was it Henry's
flattery, his cajoling?

It wasn't a lie, Highness.

I wish it was a lie.

The truth is much worse.

What?

I never blamed your mother.

She had no choice.

What are you saying?

Your father was so cruel to her.

Cruel to you, too.

"I just need

a son," Anne would say.

"Then he'll treat Lizzy right."

She was desperate and
afraid for both of you.

That's why she did it.

I saw them

with my own eyes.

She didn't want an affair...

just the baby.

She couldn't trust any man

but your uncle to help her.

I was in the closet cot on night duty.

I never meant to spy,

but the door latch was broken,

and it wouldn't stay shut.

They couldn't go through with it though.

Anne was crying too hard.

You're lying. Tell me you're lying.

They tortured me two days

before I told.

Someone else saw George

leave Anne's room.

Henry knew I'd been on night duty,

and if anything happened
in Anne's chambers,

I might know it.

And he was right.

Oh, my God.

I told Henry they'd
stopped, but he didn't care.

He made Anne's friend
tell the story he wanted.

Don't blame your poor mother

for what she did.

She's in heaven now, if any soul is.

Fortune is smiling on you, sir.

That is half what we owe
the armies in under an hour.

Well done.

I can double it with one roll.

We'll have all we need.

Shouldn't you bag some of your winnings,

take it slowly?

It's a game of chance,
and I'm on a streak.

Just as easily lose it
all as little at a time.

I've gotten us this far, haven't I?

All in.

Sorry, sir. The house wins.

All wagers go to the house.

Too bad.

Fortune smiled, then she
turned another direction.

So sad you'll have
to go, my little king.

We're not going anywhere.

Not until you give us

a chance to win back what we've lost.

It seems your luck has run out, sir.

The same as your stake.

I'm not talking about games of chance.

There is always another
game in a place like this.

Where is it?

We have a sort of...

arena fighting downstairs.

Not for the squeamish.

But you...

you have everything
you need to place a bet.

- We're not interested.
- Oh, it's a pity.

Another match was just about to begin.

With the right wager, you could win

four times what you lost with
that last throw of the bones.

We're in.

Very good.

My champion tore through all
the challengers for tonight.

Yet the crowd wants more.

I'll give you 10,000 livres
to wager on your own life

if you'll take him on.

Very well.

You have a deal.

No, Narcisse.

You heard the countess.

The champion is undefeated.

Take a closer look.

See how he holds his dominant shoulder?

He's hurting.

That is why he is half-drunk.

Your life is too valuable for this.

No one life is more
valuable than France.

Place your bets!

We have a new challenger
for our house champion.

Fighters to your marks.

Begin!

Come on, Narcisse. Get up.

10,000 livres at 50-to-one odds.

You did it.

All the money we need
to pay off the army.

How does it feel being
the savior of France?

Better than being him.

Leave us.

You might have told me about
the three nights in jail

before I agreed to your plan.

And you might not have
fumbled the pearls,

and I wouldn't have had to
spend the last three days

convincing my privy council
to let me pardon you.

And Beatrice Somerset?

Where was she dragged off to last night?

She offered to return my family's lands,

and I accepted.

She leaves today with my forgiveness.

Your forgiveness?

What? But she confessed
to lying about your mother.

I-I don't understand.

I never forgave my father
for what he did to my mother.

But at the same time, I never forgot

his brutal effectiveness as a ruler.

And then I learned things, ways in which

he destroyed people's lives

that I could never
understand or imagine.

Now I know how I must rule.

I must always be seen

as Henry's daughter.

But in my heart,

I can be something so much different.

Your mother.

She was not perfect.

But the mistakes she made,

she made out of love.

Love for me, even love for Henry.

Does this mean you might allow
Robert Dudley to come home?

Nothing has changed
between Robert and I.

We can never marry,

and therefore he brings
nothing to my life.

Does he not make you happy?

Elizabeth, do you love him?

Yes.

Are you sure?

Love is a risk for anyone.

But for you, knowing what
love did to your mother,

how could you not fear it?

Has it occurred to you

that perhaps your heart
chose Robert Dudley...

a married man... for a reason?

You think the obstacle
of Dudley's marriage

was his main attraction?

Isn't it possible?

Because now that he's
free, well, I don't see you

fighting for him.

Are you saying I never really loved him?

No, I'm saying

that there may be a greater love for you

in the future, once you're open to it.

To him, whoever he may be.

I'm beginning to see why
Mary chose you as her lady

and as her friend.

You are brave,

perhaps wise...

and definitely loyal.

Uh, loyal?

My guards told me

you never revealed my part
in our plan to Somerset.

She never would have told the truth

had you told her our secret.

I owe you my thanks.

John!

My precious boy!

Look at you walking!

My love!

Oh!

Oh, I missed you.

Oh, have you come to punish me

for letting Charles
sneak out of the castle

on such a dangerous mission?

He told me all about it.

You risked your life to save my son.

And France.

I want to say that if you were

foolish enough to fight a gladiator,

I'm hoping you are foolish
enough to back a hated regent

in turbulent times.

I want you

as my lord chancellor.

Are you serious?

Are you going to make me ask twice?

No, I...

I am just the fool you're looking for.

France needs you, so get better soon.

Seems like we're both much changed

since the last time we saw each other.

Oh, Aloysius, I'm so sorry.

I think we had best
just get on with this.

Mary said you wanted to speak

before you made any decisions about us.

I'm sorry it happened this way,

but the fact remains,
I'm having this child.

I would like to give
it the best life I can.

I want my child to have a proper home...

a loving home...

and a good father.

I would like my child to have you.

Thank you for allowing me to see you

before I made any decision.

Now I know my answer.

I'm sorry. I can't help you.

But, Aloysius, without
you, I'm all alone.

I could give birth any day,
and I have nowhere else to turn.

I'm sorry. I simply can't.

Lord Castleroy.

I know I can't imagine

what prison must do to one's soul.

But I do know this,

the love you felt for Greer,

a love like that doesn't just disappear.

Not completely.

There is always an ember remaining.

Look deep in your heart for that ember,

I beg you.

For her sake and yours.

I'm sorry for my behavior just now.

You deserve better.

That's quite all right. I understand.

No, you don't.

No one does.

Coming back to normal life...

the food, the freedom, the sunlight...

it's all... it's all overwhelming.

I feel like I'm... I'm different.

Aloysius, I'm different, too.

Do you think you could try

to start over with me?

To get back to where we once were?

I know it will take time, but...

Get back to what?

Was I ever what you wanted? Really?

Yes. Aloysius, I fell in love with you.

I know you've always
doubted it, but it's true.

Your... courage,

your cleverness,

your kindness.

And that hasn't changed.

These will allow you
to establish a new life

anywhere in France.

Do you know where you'll settle yet

or how you'll get by?

We're heading south.

Somewhere warm and bright.

I've saved enough for
Aloysius and I to start over.

What odd turns our lives have taken.

Mary, I can't believe this is good-bye.

With Lola in England, you're
the last of my ladies, Greer.

What will I do without you?

We came here to help you
find your way at court.

You found your way a long time ago.

It was always more than that.

We're oldest and dearest friends.

And it breaks my heart to say it, but...

friends grow up.

And sometimes grow apart,

far from each other.

But I'll never forget
what you've done for me.

For us.

You're going to be so happy.

It's time.

Lord Castleroy shouldn't linger.

I lose everyone I love.

Not everyone.

Oh, you're right, Bash.

I've made so many friends here.

Especially you.

Mary, don't be upset by
what I'm going to tell you.

I don't mean to add to your
burdens, only lighten them.

Of course. What is it?

You're going to Scotland soon.

You're going to face
terrible dangers there.

You're not going to know at first

who your friends or your enemies are.

You're going to need someone
close who can protect you.

Someone whose love for
you cannot be questioned.

Bash...

I'm going to Scotland with you.

No, I can't let you do that.

I'm not asking for anything in return.

I know that you have to
marry a prince or a king.

But what you said to Castleroy,

the embers that burn in your heart...

and they never go cold, not completely.

I know, because, trust me,
I've tried to douse mine.

But I'm done trying.

Those embers, they keep me warm.

And they will, as long as
I'm lucky enough to serve you.

Honored generals, the Valois are pleased

to present you with payment of all wages

due to the brave soldiers
who served in Scotland.

Today's threats come from anarchists;

tomorrow's may come from abroad.

But with you in our service,
France shall feel no fear.

We pledge our lives to
the defense of your crown,

your reign and your realm.

Long live King Charles.

And a long life to all
those who stand before me.

Long live King Charles.

Now, please, bring out more
wine and enjoy this feast.

Majesty, a tribute

was just delivered to your chambers.

The messenger suggested

it was to be worn at the banquet.

Was it from Mary, perhaps?

Or Narcisse?

Charles,

don't stop with the toasts.

I'll be just a moment.

"History repeats itself."

The Red Knights mask.

No.

No, no, no.

Charles.

Oh, please.

Not Charles, please.

Darling.

Let go. He's dead.

- He's gone.
- I don't understand.

He's been poisoned.

I don't understand.

Did you do this?

This was the Red Knights.

They just left their
calling card in my chambers.

I drank the same wine they did.

That means the glasses were poisoned.

All but ours.

Which means that they
are inside the castle,

able to pick and choose
who they will kill.

But why spare us?

They want the world to
think that we did this...

killed the generals to
get out of paying them.

Murdered them, like
the knights before them.

And the world will believe
it, as history repeats itself.

But we had the money.

- We were repaying them.
- Don't you see?

Everyone who knows that is dead.

And when word of this gets out,

the army will rise up with the people,

and we will burn.

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