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Previously on Reign... I don't care

what they say. I want you.

How did you heal

that woman's son?

I laid hands on him.

You saved someone at a cost to another.

I have hired an agent to gather intelligence for me.

I need to know which harbors are safe to land

in Scotland and which areas have not been infiltrated

by Elizabeth's troops.

I will go to Scotland with you.

You may remain at court with Condé with my protection.

Francis has had a change of heart. He's not going to stand in our way.

When this is over, you will be running for your life.

Be sensible. Meet with Elizabeth's envoy.

Build a future controlled by you.

I saw your son's future.

His union with Mary. She will cost Francis his life.

You there.

What's your rush?

Tell me your name. Collins.

You were cheated back there at the card table,

but I think you knew that. I've never had luck on my side.

You'd think it'd stop me from betting on cards, but, uh...

What business do you have in Le Havre,

Mr. Collins?

A port town of this size,

surely you see your share of outsiders.

We do. Most of them

more than happy to submit to my questions.

And what news do you bring us...

from Mary, Queen of Scots?

♪ They all need something

♪ To hold on to, they all mean well ♪

♪ You could never feel my story ♪

♪ It's all you know... oh! ♪

Forgive the sins of my body, O Lord,

as they give my heart the strength it needs to heal.

Were you followed?

No. But it's getting harder to find moments

when no one's watching.

I tried to get away from the girl who brings

my breakfast by telling her I had a cold.

Now the kitchen has me on a steady diet of plain broth

and foul-smelling herbs.

The lies are piling up. They are.

For me, too.

But you're here now.

Promise me you'll be careful. You don't need to worry about me.

Not anymore. That's a wife's duty.

I am still your wife.

Perhaps in name only, but I will always worry for your safety.

That's the last of it. While I'm gone, I'll have the rest of my things

brought to the commander's quarters in the south keep. I can set up

your rooms for you. Make them nice.

Uh, Kenna, I have something that I wanted to talk to you about.

Promise me...

you will resist the urge to annul our union.

Why would I? For another.

Bash,

apart from you, I've only been lied to

and betrayed by men. Who want you.

They always do.

Kings and everyday bastards alike.

You prefer kings.

Bash. Eventually a man will come along

with enough power to make you feel safe.

But until then, you or any woman is better off wed.

Allow my name to protect you.

I will.

♪ I, I can't find a way to breathe... ♪

You are kind.

And strong. And the only man

who's ever put my needs above his own.

And yet we both know

I'm not the man for you.

♪ My tears all wear me down

♪ Oh, who's gonna save me now? ♪

I can't keep living like this.

The lies, the hiding.

Facing my husband every day, knowing his thoughts

must be consumed by images of you and I together.

We must leave France sooner rather than later.

We are leaving. Your agent Ridley and his men

are set to land in Scotland in one week.

With his help, we'll know for sure if Buckhaven

is a safe port of entry under Catholic control. And your men

are prepared to accompany us? They wait only

for my word.

♪ Oh, who's gonna save me now? ♪

Promise me that when the day comes, we'll get on that boat

and you'll leave all this behind.

Yes.

For my country and for you.

Mary, we're so close.

Good morning.

Catherine, good morning.

Mary?

Oh, you look flushed.

Are you feverish? I'm sure it will pass.

Thank you for your concern.

Find out

how many times our pious queen has taken

her morning prayers in the chapel this week.

Without arousing suspicion.

Though our forces have had

great success in tamping down extremists,

I'm afraid the few remaining only

grow more militant.

I would like to divert more forces

to Rouen and La Rochelle.

Why?

Rouen is teeming with Protestants,

but their protests remain largely peaceful.

Uh, the king would prefer a thorough review of the subject

before making a decision.

What is it?

A hospitality matter.

The duke and duchess of Berry

have arrived and with them something

of a panic among the servants.

You'll excuse me?

Out.

Now.

Why are you so distracted?

This isn't like you.

This needs your attention.

Where is your head?

No one knows or understands better than me

what went wrong in your marriage.

And Mary has been through

considerable trauma.

But Prince Condé lingers at court

with no pressing reason to be here.

He is our cousin and negotiates for his region at court.

He harbors feelings for your wife.

Your recently separated wife. Oh, careful, Mother.

You need to be careful. I've been watching Mary.

She's visited the chapel four times in the last five days.

Do you know what would happen to them if they got caught?

Mary's infidelity calls into question

our alliance with Scotland,

it weakens you in the eyes of Elizabeth

and your enemies abroad.

There are nobles here

who would call for her head.

Mary has always been honest with me.

Despite the distance between us.

She has no interest in Condé.

She is loyal.

To me and to France.

Not another word of this nonsense.

Not to Mary or to anyone.

Certainly that trauma you refer to

has earned her respite from your petty allegations.

Some refreshment,

Lord Burgess?

As expected, Queen Elizabeth

was pleased to learn of your eagerness

to foster a marriage alliance.

Hmm. Well, eagerness aside,

I am willing to wait patiently for her decision.

I would never want the queen of England

to think I'm rushing her. You're not.

Her Majesty wants to make your acquaintance.

We sail for England in two days.

A trip to England this soon

is not what I'd expected. Mm, well,

Elizabeth's advisors have convinced her

it's in her best interest to settle on a husband

without delay.

Now, a young woman ruling

without a man to turn to for answers?

To govern her in turn?

It's unnatural and worrisome

for England's nobles.

Prince Condé?

To an objective observer, it would seem

that you're stalling for time.

Not at all.

But we would need

time to settle terms.

What lands I'd be gifted, what...

"Terms"?

The terms here are simple.

To be considered as the next king consort of England,

Queen Elizabeth would like to lay eyes on you.

One's physical attributes

are of some importance to Her Majesty.

Then send her my portrait.

Hmm. You will sail with me

in two days' time...

or give up

any hope you have of becoming king of England.

Prince Condé, what a pleasure.

Won't you join me?

Where on earth have you been?

I had business in the village.

Ridley, our advance man, is dead.

He never reached Scotland.

I received a coded message from McNabb, his second in command.

He found Ridley's body robbed of his possessions,

including the letters to the lords

at both potential ports in Scotland.

Louis, those letters

bore my seal. They were a calculated risk.

The only way for Ridley to prove

the legitimacy of his mission.

I need you to seek out McNabb.

Find out what really happened that night.

He's the only one who might be able to help us

find Ridley's killer, and I can't risk him

being spotted here at court.

If it was a spy for England,

we would sail into a trap with or without

Ridley's intelligence.

And if it was a spy for France?

If proof of your plan gets back to Francis,

we might both lose our heads,

whether Francis wants it or not.

Oh.

It's you.

You were expecting someone else?

If your mother knew you were in my bed,

she would not be happy.

A fact of which you, Claude...

are well aware.

Does this technique typically work for you?

Pursuing a man who has

already politely declined?

Of course it does.

I tend to get

whatever it is that I want.

Well...

...not today.

The salt cod

was a splurge,

but one can only force down so much guinea pie.

Salt cod, a splurge?

You used to call it "peasant food."

That was when I could only dream

of walking through the village with you on my arm.

I am amazed at your resiliency, Greer.

I knew you had it in you.

I didn't.

Well, I'm glad you were right.

Ooh!

I'm ever so sorry to interrupt,

but we're dealing with a bit of an emergency.

I've got a willing bloke downstairs

and no place to, um...

ply my trade.

What about your room? Well, I gave that to Gigi.

She's been at it for hours

with that handsome fellow in from the coast.

Tell your customer

it'll just be a moment.

Last night,

she wakes us from a dead sleep

because she needs a gown

for a john who has a penchant for taffeta.

Aren't people so strange and fascinating?

Maybe at first.

Aren't you getting tired of this?

This--

Gigi and Sharlene,

salt cod and guinea pie-- is my life now.

I'm saving to rent a townhouse,

but until then...

well, you knew what you were getting into

and I won't apologize for it.

Well, what if I could marry you?

Leith, I'm already married.

To a Protestant.

Protestants believe in divorce.

Do you really think it's that easy?

I can't even get a letter to my husband

while he suffers in prison.

He couldn't agree if he wanted to.

Well, an annulment, then.

You could do it without his agreement.

You were married in a Catholic ceremony,

it-it could work. Annulments require

the consent of the Vatican--

money, power... We have powerful friends.

No, Leith. No.

Please, I beg of you, let it go.

My past life is in ruins,

and I'm only just now starting to pick up the pieces.

So much has been taken from me.

Do you know what it feels like

to be reminded of what I can never have?

You're an honorable, decent man

who seeks an honorable, decent life.

It's why I've always loved you.

But all I can offer you is me.

And you're enough.

I'm sorry.

We never even made it out of France.

Ridley led us as far as Le Havre.

We'd taken rooms at an inn.

Ridley got in on a game of Three Card Brag.

In the morning, I found his body

in an alley outside the tavern.

By then, the letters were gone.

A victim of common thieves?

A card game gone wrong?

Port towns are thick with dodgy characters.

They're also hubs for espionage.

We did our best to appear inconspicuous,

but to a trained eye, a royal operative is easily made.

I think Ridley was killed deliberately.

That there were spies amongst us that night.

Then I need you to find out who they answer to:

England, France, or someone else.

Yes, Lord Condé.

I hear you're leaving us.

What business do you have in the north?

It's a neglected part of your realm.

And on the way, I'm going to check in

on a corrupt deputy who I've long owed a visit.

I worry that may not be

the only reason for your sudden departure.

Careful, brother.

Today may not be the day to embark on a long

and dangerous journey. And why is that?

Well, if you're looking for a fight,

you'll surely find one.

Is that what you're doing?

To lose a wife is a difficult thing.

As you well know, from the look of you.

I suppose Condé's relishing the distance between you

to further his romantic agenda with Mary.

Mary's smarter than that.

She's given Condé a wide berth.

When I return,

see that a drink is waiting for me, won't you?

Did you honestly think that you could get away with it?

She knows.

My mother knows.

Perhaps I was delusional for believing that you might

exercise restraint or possibly even reconsider

taking Condé into your bed.

Is this happy news? You look relieved.

Of course not.

I begged you for discretion. I'm sorry, Francis.

And now I am lying for you,

lying even to my brother,

protecting you as you take comfort

in the arms of another.

This is not what I wanted.

I only wanted to find... Happiness.

I know.

Your happiness.

But I don't know how much longer

I can maintain this charade.

I made you a promise,

and it's one I won't break.

You are free to be with Condé.

But I can't control my mother's appetite for vengeance.

We need to leave for Scotland.

Right now. Today. How?

Catherine will have spies watching my every move.

There's no time to waste. If Francis doesn't

have your letters, that doesn't mean he won't, and soon.

We'll be found out, by him or somebody else.

Louis, don't you see? I'm scared.

I made a choice,

and I thought I had the strength to face the risks head-on.

But our plans are crumbling around us. So we do nothing?

We wait until what? Until Francis knows?

Until we're discovered and it's too late

to run for our lives, Mary?

Run where?

Ridley's man McNabb is certain

that a spy took my letters.

Francis doesn't have them.

If the spy is English and not French,

then Elizabeth will be

bolstering her troops in Scotland.

Without intelligence,

solid intelligence, we would be sailing right into an ambush.

It's too late for me,

but your name isn't on those letters.

If we end our mission now, I can still save you.

There may still be a way.

I have an English contact,

a high-ranking negotiator.

He serves Elizabeth in France

and abroad... and Scotland.

He might have information

about England's military strategy there.

Who?

His name's Lord Burgess.

He was sent here to negotiate a marriage alliance

between Queen Elizabeth...

...and me.

You?

I've been taking secret meetings with him

as recently as this morning.

You... you encouraged such an alliance?

At first, but not anymore.

"Not anymore"?

And when did you have this change of heart?

When you were professing your love for me?

When you pledged to stand by my side?

I'm saying no, without regard for Elizabeth's retribution,

because I believe in us.

I trust you. You're a liar!

I trusted you! I opened my heart

to a liar! Mary, please understand...

I do understand, Louis.

I understand that you doubted me.

You doubted that we'd even get to Scotland,

because you weren't convinced

that I would leave Francis in the end.

When I was prepared

to give you everything.

I will find a way to see you home.

To prove to you that I have no doubts

that it's you who I want.

Even if you could...

what makes you think I'd take you with me?

My region is happy to welcome the king's deputy,

no matter the inquiry.

Please, come inside;

you've been riding for hours.

The journey was long.

But the rumors of a man

who swore allegiance to the Crown, bending the laws

to line his own pockets,

made it necessary.

You must be mistaken.

I've policed this territory for years

and have heard no complaints.

Perhaps because you've silenced

the people's voices. A visitor?

Should I stoke the fire?

Back inside with you. Now.

Take your hands off her.

Who left those marks on your face?

Her face is my business.

And she earns every mark she gets.

Take this and go to the castle.

Use my name. They'll give you shelter and a job.

Oh, thank you, but... Go inside and gather your things.

I'll make sure someone rides with you.

They are born as women

into a world that casts them aside.

And then men like you,

bullies, liars, think you own them.

Their king and master.

These women, who trusted you enough to care for you,

to marry you, become your playthings.

Your punching bag.

You are no king.

Don't even think of going after her.

You are hereby stripped of your title

by order of the king of France.

You've been out here for hours.

The cold air does me good.

Mary, you know you can tell me anything.

Lola, I feel so trapped here.

So alone.

You and Francis, I...

I know how painful

your estrangement must feel.

But you have to know that,

no matter your choices,

you still have a husband who would do

anything to make you happy.

He told you.

About Louis.

You know about our affair. Francis trusted me

because he knows I will support you, always.

Do you?

Oh...

If Condé is the man who can free you

from the pain I have watched you suffer,

then yes. Be with him.

Who am I to judge?

Louis and I are done.

He betrayed me.

He's been secretly entertaining

a marriage proposal from Queen Elizabeth for weeks.

From Elizabeth?

I was set to sail home.

To reclaim my throne with Louis at my side.

The risk you two are taking...

Condé, to defy Elizabeth...

You do realize that, if he turns her down...

He said he was going to. ...it will provoke her.

He'll become an enemy of the queen of England,

and I'm sorry,

but for what future?

You're a married queen.

Can you blame him for his doubts?

Are you still going to Scotland?

Our plans have suffered a terrible setback.

There's no hope now of making the journey safely,

and... Lola, I'm afraid.

When I came to this country,

I left my family behind, my life.

I was terrified.

And I was just your lady, with little responsibility

other than standing at my friend's side.

But you, you were fearless.

Standing up to the rulers of France again and again

with a fire that I'd never seen.

Fighting for us, for aid,

for troops, for Scotland.

Mary, you have been waiting for so long

for the day when you can take your throne.

It may not be my throne by the time I get there.

And that girl

who knew no fear,

I am not her anymore.

No.

You are wiser

and stronger.

Remember that strength

that so many have tried to take from you.

It is in you still, my friend,

my queen.

Go.

And if Condé can aid you on your journey,

forgive him, keep him at your side.

I had a visitor to my chambers this morning.

Your daughter.

It was unannounced

and not the first of its kind.

Mm.

She comes to me to annoy you.

Because she sees that we've grown closer.

Admit it.

You enjoy my company.

You are a necessary evil

whose orbit I can't seem to escape.

Who stands by you

and protects your family's interests at every turn.

Well, we share a mutually beneficial

political relationship.

To read more into it would be a foolish mistake.

Your bedroom activities

and who you engage in them with are of no concern.

Don't announce them to me.

All right then.

I won't.

I shall do as I please as silently and respectfully

as any political associate of yours would.

As any colleague

with a penchant

for beautiful women,

or as any man who bears his inexplicable appeal

to young lusty royals.

This is not a reconciliation, Louis.

I realized you were right.

The only way to escape the repercussions

of the discovery of my letters is to leave for Scotland.

Unannounced and as swiftly as possible.

I will use Elizabeth's envoy, Lord Burgess,

to get the information I need to sail home safely.

But I will need your help getting it from him.

Helping you means betraying the queen of England.

All for a woman who doesn't know if she wants to be with me,

who may not even take me with her.

I love you, Mary.

I'll do anything to prove my loyalty,

but I need you to be very clear

about what it is you're asking of me.

Where can I find the envoy?

Who's there?

A friend.

Your brother, the king, can't protect you now.

I need someone for a special position.

Someone trustworthy, discreet.

You can view it as a promotion.

It's the post of personal bodyguard to Princess Claude.

The princess...

Mm-hmm.

...is such a refined and-and worldly young lady,

I-I fear she would find my company boorish.

You need to be at her side at all times.

And find a way to keep her occupied.

You want me to take her on walks

or horseback riding?

Claude isn't very sporty.

She's very spirited, passionate,

and, uh, it'll be your responsibility

to see that she has a safe receptacle for all that...

energy.

Make sure she doesn't end up in the bed of some nobleman

or a stable boy.

Or your own.

I need someone comely enough

to keep the princess' attention

and smart enough to know his place.

Do we understand each other?

Uh, you don't want a guard, you want...

A babysitter?! I've just been informed

I'm no longer allowed outside the castle,

or anywhere really, without a personal guard.

By order of the queen mother.

When will you stop trying to control me?

When you stop behaving like you need to be controlled.

It's not going to work.

I don't care what ogre you've entrusted

this ridiculous job to...

Oh, hello.

I'll leave you two to get acquainted.

Uh...

So...

you're my new keeper.

An annulment for Greer?

I want to marry her.

I'm hopeful it will bring her a better life.

Since her dismissal from court, she's fallen hard.

And I'm not without compassion for her.

But her husband did fund an attack on this castle,

however honorable his intentions.

She is labeled as treasonous.

It's not a label I gave her,

but it is one that she is stuck with.

She made mistakes,

but she has paid for them.

You are choosing a hard road by standing at her side.

Protect yourself and your future.

Your own status is on the rise; reach for more.

But I love her.

Your Majesty, I love her.

Greer's husband is imprisoned.

She'll likely never see him again.

We could have a family, legitimate children.

That is the future I seek.

As a king, I often want to solve the world's problems.

And I would certainly love to solve yours.

But obtaining annulment is no easy task,

even when a king does the asking.

Every favor from the Vatican comes with a price,

and God only knows what they would want for this.

Leith, my friend.

Let her go.

It's a nippy one.

You want to warm yourself on my dumplings?

The vulgar blooms of France cannot compare

to the subtle grace of an English rose.

Still, it would be a shame to leave France

without sampling its goods.

Stay where you are, sir.

What is the meaning of this?

You are arrested by order

of Her Majesty, Queen Mary.

I know you are in France at the behest

of your queen, Elizabeth.

I am in France of my own accord.

Did you not think I would find it suspicious?

A high-ranking diplomat avoiding

an appearance at my court during his visit?

What is this little English vole doing,

scurrying about in secret in my country?

I'm hardly here in secret, Your Majesty.

I've rented rooms in town.

Where my guards have witnessed you

breaking bread with known Protestant sympathizers.

What?

Including Victor Caron.

Your Majesty, no.

No, none of this is true.

I assure you, I have never met...

Do not presume to think that you can lie

to the queen of France and Scotland without consequences.

As a feared and militant Protestant revolutionary,

Victor Caron is under surveillance at all times.

And your meeting with him can only mean

that Elizabeth has sent you...

No.

...to fund and organize a religious revolt

against the French Crown.

Hear me now.

I will respond to any threat to my sovereignty

with swift and brutal measures.

If you do not confess by tomorrow morning,

I will send Elizabeth that basket

with your head in it.

We need Burgess to believe his life is truly in danger

for this to work.

Do you think he bought it?

I know he did.

I wasn't just play-acting, Louis.

I will spill blood to defend what's mine.

In that regard, I meant every word.

Water. Please, some water.

Shut your mouth.

You'll be dead soon enough.

No, no, please!

No, no.

Shh!

We have to move.

Now.

Come. Come.

Where are we going?

This passage leads outside the castle.

I'm a negotiator sent to foster a marriage alliance.

Now Queen Mary suspects me of conspiring

with Protestant militants?

Doesn't matter-- you're safe now.

When the guards find me missing,

they'll search every ship bound for England.

That's why you're not going to England, not directly.

I secured you passage on a ship sailing

to the port of Buckhaven in Scotland.

From there you can make your own way home on land.

Thank you.

Your queen would have had my head.

England and I owe you a great debt.

But can you order your ship's captain to-to dock at Aberdeen,

a port to the north, instead?

That's a longer route.

But Buckhaven is a Catholic stronghold, loyal to Mary.

I thought Scotland was nearly under Elizabeth's control.

With Queen Mary safe in France,

there's no need to rush a takeover.

Scotland's infighting may soon solve that problem for us.

Until then, Port Aberdeen is controlled

by compatriots who, like you, are loyal to England.

Consider it done.

It is a tragedy that your son died without last rites.

But if you want his soul to enter

into the kingdom of heaven unencumbered by sin,

the cost of that indulgence is eight livres,

not two.

Please, Your Eminence!

Please!

My servant says you have a message from court.

What is it?

There is no message.

I lied so I could gain

an audience with you.

Cardinal Desjardin, I've come to ask

for an annulment for a friend.

The dissolution of a marriage,

like lying to an officer of the Church,

is an affront to God.

I am told that the Vatican

does grant annulments to those who are deserving.

Or who can prove their loyalty.

Please, what can I do to prove mine?

I am a reverent man, and I will pay any tithe.

You will pay tithes?

I'm sorry, my son, but with what coin?

I am a captain in the palace guard

and a man on the rise.

Well, I-I am a friend to the king!

I saved his life! Please, Your Eminence!

This girl, I love her! Tell me more

about your time spent in the service of the king.

I got your message, Renaude.

Lord Narcisse.

You've kept me waiting.

Well, we could have done this at court

over dinner and fine wine.

What I have to say is for your ears only.

You've always been cautious.

Even when you were commanding my army.

When I had an army.

I came across a Scotsman in Le Havre.

This man, Collins, he entered into a card game

with a group of locals, and was clearly cheated.

I have no use for information about a petty swindler.

Collins just let it happen.

No confrontation.

Gave up his coin and left.

Eager to avoid attention.

Exactly.

When I tried to ask him a few simple questions,

he pulled a knife.

His mistake.

When I went through his things, I found out

his real name was Ridley.

And that he is someone of great import

to the queen.

Queen Mary?

What makes you say that?

My God.

Is this the queen of Scots' seal?

A secret campaign to retake Scotland?

Mm.

Mary was leaving France?

Leaving my son?

A brazen move.

No doubt encouraged by that

Bourbon usurper at her side.

I thought she was unfaithful.

I had no idea the depth of her betrayal.

I've already arranged for Mary's letters

to be returned to them, seals intact.

Mary and Condé will believe all is well,

and their false sense of security will give them

just enough rope to hang themselves.

No, that's the last thing that I want.

The enmity between you and Mary

since she returned to court is known to all.

Mary is not the same foolish girl

who was forced into our care.

And I have come to care for her.

She has faced many trials here at court as queen.

She's grown.

She's stronger. Braver... clearly.

Sometimes bravery leads to foolish choices.

And this is one from which there

is no turning back.

I have no desire to destroy

Mary or her reputation.

We have to stop her.

Francis must stop her.

Don't move.

You'll lose more blood.

Sister Delphine.

Where are we?

You're not... wearing your habit.

I'm not really a nun.

I laid hands on you.

Death is coming.

Aah! God.

Help me. The pain.

You know there could be a price.

The blind boy in the village.

Save me!

I want to live.

That's what they all choose.

Every time.

How did you find the letters? I've been in contact

with the deputy in Le Havre, where Ridley was killed.

He and his men captured and killed a common highwayman

who had been robbing people passing through town.

You think this highwayman killed Ridley?

Ridley's effects were found among his possessions.

Everything was there, the letters unopened.

Then the secret of our mission is safe.

Your loyalty will not go unrewarded.

Everything is in place.

Your trade delegation

can be quickly assembled.

And thanks to Lord Burgess,

we know that Buckhaven is a safe port of entry.

Yes.

There is only one outstanding matter

before you retake Scotland.

Whether you still want me to come.

There's something you must know about Mary.

And Condé.

Lord Burgess is safely headed back to England.

He and Queen Elizabeth will remain unaware

that you helped me.

That his arrest and his rescue was all for me.

You've been playing both sides for some time now, Louis.

It can't go on like this, not anymore.

You can trust me. Not until you

make a choice.

Right now.

Elizabeth or me.

If Mary leaves with Condé,

France loses not just a queen,

but Scotland, any claim to England.

You will be left playing a weak cuckold!

I suspected Mary of infidelity.

But this is treason.

Consider your choice carefully.

Elizabeth can offer you marriage,

England, power, a life of security.

I know that together

we face an uncertain future.

But I still see it... in Scotland,

I still see it.

There's always a choice, and sometimes that choice

is so difficult that it's a leap...

a leap of a fool's faith.

But my heart tells me that this is it.

This is the moment.

You are my choice.

If you'll still have me.

She won't listen to reason.

She will listen to you.

Francis?

Francis! Francis, you-you...

you must stop her!

For both of your sakes!

Francis?

Francis.

No.

Help... help! Help!

The king!

My son... my son...

I thought I needed you.

Needed us, together in Scotland.

To find the person I was.

I convinced myself that in order to heal I needed you by my side.

But now I know.

Before you dare

to trust anyone else,

you must first trust yourself.

Your own power.

That strength I'd thought I'd lost,

I haven't.

It's in me still.

Elizabeth may be the wiser choice.

But I can give you my heart.

My full, strong heart.

What is it?

Francis. He's dying.

He's leaving me.

The physicians said he merely fainted.

He may have an ear infection,

but he's sleeping soundly.

You have nothing to worry about.

The vision!

Nostradamus' vision.

He saw how Francis died.

He foresaw it-- Francis' death.

It's all coming true!

What exactly did he see?

I can't lose him.

I can't.

I'll be alone!

Charles, Henry, they're too young to rule.

I'll be regent. I-I... I'm not ready!

The country, it's too weak.

The pieces are not in place.

I'm hated by everyone.

They want me gone.

They'll do everything in their power

to make that happen! Stop it!

This is not like you.

You're worrying about nothing.

You have no idea what it's like to be a woman.

To be a mother having to face this world alone.

If you believe anything,

believe this.

You are not alone.

We should stop now.

I don't want to stop.

I will wait for you.

As long as it takes until you're ready.

I am ready.

To take back my life.

The courage to give myself to someone else.

To you.

It's as you said.

You are my choice.

And this is our moment.

Now, Louis.