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Previously... The King of France is resting in his rooms now.

- When will I see the Emperor? - I want to get from Francis what is mine.

Burgundy, what France took away from my great grandfather.

- Who is the lady? - The Dowager Queen of Portugal.

You will travel to Spain to negotiate with the Emperor.

With you, I give Spain the best of Portugal.

I want you to accompany me to the border to welcome the Empress.

He will see me, living or dead.

Your Majesty!

King Francis has fallen ill.

I am coming to you by order of the Emperor, our lord.

We will go to Seville where you will meet him.

- Who is there? What is your name? - Francisco de Borja.

Cort�s has presented Indians to his men, to establish estates.

I am not the one you have obligated me to be. You killed Moctezuma!

With him, I would have created a strong and rich empire.

Burgundy is France, Your Majesty.

There will be no treaty without the surrender of Burgundy.

If it is not enough, give me Do�a Eleanor's hand.

- Will you send your son and heir? - Of course.

You have trusted the King. You will regret.

Here you have the seals of the Chancellery.

It will not be me who legitimizes such a deceit.

The Emperor recognizes Francis as the only King of France,

ignoring your legitimate aspirations.

I am going to ask for the annulment of our marriage.

What do you want to do, then?

Something very slightly common: I am going away before I am sent off.

One more death will barely add weight on your conscience.

- But you have been connected with the Emperor. - Don't worry, Your Highness.

Your husband is full of virtues.

There is Portugal.

Here, a shared dream, in which we will make it all and one.

You know that I only imagine my life by your side.

I already love you.

Long Honeymoon

Seville, 11 March 1526

Long live!

Long live the Queen!

Long live!

I have to rest.

Of course.

Your Majesty,

news have come from Flanders.

Your sister, Isabella, is dead.

I am giving you my most sincere condolences.

Your pain is ours, Your Majesty.

According to your aunt, it has been a while since she was suffering.

It is said she departed with relief.

If she was thankful for the death, it was not because it relieved her of the pain.

But because her life was a sad one.

Your Majesty,

are you aware of the consequences of this tragedy?

The mourning.

The luxuries of an Imperial wedding are incompatible with the mourning,

for weeks.

Firstly, I offend her with my delay.

And now, I have to postpone our union.

How prevent that my bride regrets that she is my bride?

Pray for your sister.

Let me give the news to Do�a Isabella.

No.

I will tell her.

As you see, I cannot honour one Isabella without offending the other.

I neglected my sister in life, too.

How could I keep doing it now, after her death?

Did you neglect her?

In what way?

Isabella was Queen of Denmark,

but a rebellion deprived her of her throne.

When it happened, she begged her family to help her recover it..

And you didn't?

Those days, I only paid attention to the war in Italy.

I underrated her problems, just like everyone did.

I know that her sorrow was her executioner.

We have to be in mourning, once the demise unfolds.

I cannot reproach you for anything.

The one who is offending me is the destiny, not you.

Maybe God doesn't want us united.

Forgive me my pain. It is selfish.

I would be grateful if you left me alone,

Your Majesty.

God doesn't put obstacles in front of people so that they give up,

but to test how strong their will is.

I will hold back the news of my sister's death for a few hours.

Which is enough to marry you.

Today?

But there will be no luxury.

Nor balls.

Nor ladies, nor lords, kissing our hands.

Let it be.

I do.

- I do. - I am uniting you in marriage.

In the name of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

- Amen. - Amen.

Amen.

No.

Your Majesty...

Don't be afriad. Come.

It is said that Granada is the most beautiful city of the kingdom. Is that right?

It is as beautiful as a few one, no doubt.

We will go there. Tomorrow.

My wife has to have better memories of our relationship than she had until now.

But, in Valladolid affairs await us.

Stop criticizing me, Duke.

Let us enjoy ourselves now that there are only a few conflicts.

- I could enumerate 20. - When they are usually 50.

Your Majesty.

A consignment has come from New Spain.

- Did Cort�s compound? - Far from it.

He will send me the gold and silver he thinks,

and he will be the one who decides how the Indians and the Spaniards have to cohabit,

and the lands will be divided at his discretion.

- Cort�s has gone mad and believes himself king. - How dares he disobey you?

What reason would he have for that, when, in the meantime, he sends you this?

Solid silver.

This was born without pair.

I, in serving you peerless.

You, without an equal in the world.

He disobeys me because he believes that I need him.

But what I need is the conquered land, not the conqueror.

Those who brought it say that he went off to an adventure.

And that nothing is known about him since then. Maybe God has arranged it wisely.

If he really abandoned his post, there will be one more accusation against him.

Do you want to convict him?

A jurist will do that. And with justice.

He condemned himself.

Are you looking for someone?

Don Hern�n Cort�s?

My name is Luis Ponce de Le�n.

So the rumour is right. He is gone.

You have not finished telling me what you are doing here.

His Majesty sends me to judge over Cort�s's insults to the Crown.

Judge?

Condemn him, rather.

There are many prooves against him.

The punishment for disobedience is exemplary.

Your journey was in vain.

I will help you to prepare the journey back.

The journey was terrible. I am still recovering.

Could you bring some water to your governor?

Any explanation from Fran�oise which excuses her absence?

Her absence is what explains the way she is.

The patience is a rare talent, my dear.

My home.

My people.

How much happiness I feel to show myself in front of you again!

And with intact pride.

Did you believe that in order to gain my freedom, I would sell France?

That I would crawl before the Emperor's greediness

in order to see the light of the next day?

The death would have seemed to be sweeter to me.

Nobles of France!

The treaty I signed in Madrid remains defeasible.

I signed it, yes. But under duress.

Because the Emperor forced me to choose between the agreement

and eternal prison.

And the one who does not decide freely,

is not obligated by anythng.

- Long live the King! - Long live!

We are leaving.

The only one good thing in a visit to Spain is being able to tell about it.

The most savage of our servants could be a knight there.

And the Spaniards don't eat, they gobble!

And they dress with so much poverty,

that I offered alms to a great lord more than once.

And, though being sad, they speak shouting, depriving no one of their nonsense.

One doesn't escape from a jail to talk about it.

Come with me. I want you to meet someone.

As long as it is a lighter company...

Will be much more than that.

The poor Madame de Pisseleu is lamenting,

because her husband, the Duke, has not come.

She doesn't know that the good luck always begins with a misfortune.

Should I thank you that you provide me lovers

when you yourself cast them away during my absence?

If I were the one I used to be, I would be angry with you.

But I am not.

May our grandparents be blessed, who won this miracle to Spain!

It is like a dream.

You will dream for a long time.

We will stay as long as we can.

I just wanted to give you back the beauty you give me when I look at you.

Now I understand.

What?

What my brother felt for Eleanor.

The unreal happiness.

The deepest pain because he lost it.

I have never possessed anything so precious that I could have feared to lose it.

I possess it now.

What do you want to say?

I always wanted to marry you.

That our union were...

fortunate.

That there were understanding and affection in it.

No more.

Is that so much happiness that waits for me with you?

Or is it just an illusion?

I am asking myself the same in every moment.

Your Majesty, a group has followed our steps.

- Sister, what are you doing here? - Don't blame the messenger.

I am sorry that we, who predicted it, were right.

Francis is the vilest of men.

He sells his betrayal as benevolence, offering you a new treaty.

A new insult!

Does he think that I will make do with getting a ransom for his sons?

He knows well that you will refuse it. Just waits for your refusal

in order to blame you, and, this way, he could have revenge.

Do you believe him capable of turning a signed peace into war?

The best defense against him is to expect the worst.

That is why he has told the whole Christendom what happened, to his convenience.

He is looking for allies.

Whether he succeeds or no, we must prepare ourselves to preserve what we conquered.

Go to Italy again. Our troops there should be alert.

You can leave.

Your Majesty,

my duty is to obey you.

Yours is to pay the men who I will command.

They have been waiting for a long time.

We don't have funds.

There is no worse soldier than the one who fights for nothing.

Give them my word that, as soon as possible, they will be compensated.

- What happened? - Do not worry.

State affairs.

With great disappointment, I have to announce

that the Emperor has rejected the conditions of France for the peace.

- Revolting! - And so unfair for your lord!

If the treaty signed by the two of them is worth nothing,

the conflict still has to be open.

Italy must get rid of the Imperial troops which surrounds it.

My soldiers with yours will achieve it.

We will join, no doubt,

but, with the victory, which is sure,

Your Holiness will remove the Emperor from your borders,

France will recover its honour and what it lost in the previous fight...

In few words! What is the price?

A bull.

Which annuls my lord's marriage with the Spanish woman.

And I suppose he will give reasons for it...

It is known that it is a sin to sleep with the one who was his brother's wife erstwhile.

But who married him as a virgin. That is how the Church acknowledged then,

and blessed their marriage. Do you deny their wisdom to do so?

No... It is not Rome who my lord tries to correct,

but himself.

After 20 years of living together?

As you know, sometimes God is late in illuminating us in the right path.

When you are pope, do what your conscience could endure,

but, at the moment,

I am the pope.

You will be compensated in another way. Don't doubt that.

It is the only way.

You will miss our troops.

Then your generosity will be greater.

Have I been away so long that you have learnt to read?

Sir?

I feared I would never see you again. Tell me about your adventure.

I opened ways to the north and to the south, but I tired of touring them.

I longed for this, like I have never longed for anything in my life.

- I've come back to stay, Juan. - This place is not safe for you.

My own land? On what score?

Now an envoy of King Charles governs us.

The Crown sent him to jugde you without mercy, and I'm very afraid...

What right does someone have to govern these lands,

who hasn't bled to conquer them?

- How does he govern them? - Nothing is known about it.

He's living locked up. Reads but doesn't learn.

And everyone here riots against him because they feel him an intruder.

What does he do, then? Without knowledge or men, who can he count on?

Only those obey him who came with him.

And those who he entrusts with sending as much gold and sliver to Castile as they can.

This is New Spain for them!

The udders that feed the Empire... Nothing else!

- Are they for him? - Yes.

No, no, no, sir! If he sees you, he will arrest you.

I will risk my life before see that this place goest o ruin.

Know that I have nothing against you.

What is more, I admire your exploits, like every Castilian does.

When I left, I renounce the governance.

I cannot oppose that you govern these territories,

but you will not judge me.

- That order is already dictated. - In return,

I will help you in the governance without demanding any power for myself.

You will be able to administer these lands only with my knowledges.

And those who revolt against you now will only stop it

with my blessing.

What makes you think that I prefer the power

to fulfill His Majesty's order?

After all, I am a jurist.

You are a man.

And no man risks his life, by crossing an ocean, only to obey.

It is the ambition that travels on those ships.

Judge me and you will have fulfilled your duty.

But those who live here are loyal to me.

And if you punish me, they will punish you.

I will have the command.

If you know it all, tell me, what can cure my illness?

Ever since I left Castile, I live badly.

There is no other remedy than the march of the days.

Your marriage with Francis cannot come int existence.

I am sorry.

His conditions are unacceptable.

Do you think of our childhood in Mechelen sometimes?

Still children, all together.

I would like to go back there.

So that Isabella could still live.

Having the life ahead of us, without having us hurt yet.

The future will only bring more pain, Charles.

I have no strength to confront it.

Eleanor... You are scaring me.

I am thinking about giving myself to God.

No, Eleanor.

Not because of Francis. His baseness cannot imprison you.

I am the one to blame for that engagement. Let me fix it.

You will have a good future, a good husband.

I am tired of causing harm to my loved ones!

It is true, then, what is said about you.

You have fallen in love, because you are a better man than you were.

Don't tell my wife about what happened.

Not even a word.

Please.

Thank you for having responded my call so soon.

You were right. I should have never trusted the King of France.

Ignoring your advices has brought me grave consequences.

Your Majesty,

how can I serve you?

Lead my actions.

Apparently, I decide without success, and I am afraid of doing it again.

Should I revenge the betrayal?

Attacking guarantees the war. With diplomacy, we can still prevent it.

Let us message to Enlgand and to Rome with our version about what happened.

They will believe what they would like to.

It must be tried. It is the time of prudence, Your Majesty.

It is commendable that the anger doesn't dominate you.

There should be no offense without punishment!

My husband has been avoiding me for days.

Do you know what kind of news he got that changed him so?

Is it my destiny in this court?

Being venerable if the governance permits is, and being unheeded if it doesn't?

I doubt that His Majesty would disdain you just for fun.

His devotion for you is great.

What devoted man flees from someone who loves him?

The one who is filled with shame, my lady.

Shame?

Because of what?

Damned England!

I would willingly divorce Henry for the rest!

Always disagreeing and egoist... It is his fault that we will not be able to attack.

A lukewarm ally is never necessary.

We have Rome. And they have Venice and Florence.

- A strona alliance but not invincible. - Which is?

Maybe the one which counts on the support of an empire.

Suleiman doesn't stop offering us his help.

And I would willingly accept it if the price were not what it is.

The history will not remember me because of my decency,

but neither will because of having put a continent to the feet of the infidels.

If it gets out, that would be my ruin. And the ruin of France!

The pontiff is waiting for our orders.

No.

You are mistaken. You can only attack.

Forgive me if I decide with sanity, for the first time.

Sanity is a nice form of fear.

I have been prisoner of my greatest enemy for a year!

It destroyed my pride and I was on the edge of losing my life.

Afraid of defeat? To be humiliated again? For God's sake, yes!

You know that what pains you pains me.

But appease it neither by hiding nor with speeches before the Court!

You won your greatness

by capturingd Milan just once you were crowned. Were you prudent then?

I was very young... No misfortune had happened to me. What were I to fear?

Your bravery is worth even more now.

That you can get up after the fall.

And the only way to do it is

if you make him pay for the offense on the battlefield.

Do you think I desire something else?

Decide, then!

Charles is a humiliated man now.

Use this to give him the mort.

If you let him reorganize his forces, filled with anger as he is,

the Emperor will be a terrible threat for you.

Finish what you started.

How could you think that I would reproach you for the vileness of the French?

It is not a question I like to talk about.

His vileness would have brought him nothing without my innocence.

Many people warned me against him, but I didn't want to believe them.

And today the world is laughing at my tenuity.

And did you fear that I would also mock?

There is no motive. You are a good man.

Do you not see that it makes me weak in this world, in which everything has value?

And my kingdoms pay the consequences.

The Golden Fleece has hanged in my neck since I was 6.

It has never been an adornment for me. It condemns me to be a knight.

Nothing impedes that you are virtuous

and, at the same time, learn from your mistakes.

Don't give your nobleness to the traitor.

Keep it.

The world doesn't need more petty-minded men.

And I don't want one as husband.

But don't relieve me of your troubles anymore.

Avoiding my disturbance, you cause me a bigger trouble.

It costs me less to solve a war than to know what to tell you,

without fear of making a mistake.

To prevent your anger,

a way has come into my mind to gain your forgiveness without speaking.

What way?

I have brought from Persia some flowers, never seen here.

It was planted in your honour and will sprout soon.

Poor trick... I know.

Don't stop being the man who you are.

Please.

My lord.

Tell me, am I free now?

Not even offering my armies has bought the Pope's grace?

What are you doing in front of me, then?

I ordered you to come back with the bull or not come back!

Your Highness, now you need me more than ever.

I don't need your consolation.

But you need a new pope.

You fail, and to top it all, you want me to intrigue for you.

Deposing Clement must be much more difficult than convincing him.

With God's law in his hand,

there is no ground to give you what you want.

That is not what you told me before you left.

You are disguising your clumsiness, making it appear to be impossible.

Rome, when it wants that, ignores God's law.

But Clement will not get dirty because of us.

It doesn't affect him enough.

Your Highness,

for them, Europe is what surrounds the Mediterranean.

This island matters as much as a distant relative!

Only when there is a profit in it.

The annulment will be merely the first one of the many graces I will give you.

Take me to Rome,

and the Church will serve England,

what is you.

Sometimes it scares me how incapable I am of giving up the things I desire the most.

I know about your walk today. I am glad that you enjoy Granada.

I had something to give up.

The jewel that Francis gave me will serve

to feed the orphans of the village.

Beau geste, Eleanor.

The charity fills even the emptiest soul.

I know others who would be thankful for my help, too.

Tell me who they are, and I will give the means so that you could help them.

The sons of the King of France.

Although I don't like it, I have no objection that they keep being locked up in Pedraza.

But they are children, not criminals.

They need clothes, some toys...

No one is crueler with them than their own father.

Who has acted as if it didn't mattered to him if he lost them.

And does it not increase your mercy towards them?

I leave it in your hands.

I think I need to rest a bit.

- Excuse me. - What is wrong?

Isabella?

Isabella! Call the physician. Quickly!

Isabella...

Isabella, what happened? The physician didn't want to tell me anything.

Because I wished to tell you myself.

We will be parents.

You do so much for me...

Tell me, what can I do for you?

I don't need more than repose.

That you keep seeing me beautiful when my body flares

and my character becomes worse.

Don't worry.

I can do nothing but love you, Isabella.

You cannot accept that emissory's pretensions.

It is forbidden for them to use their slaves before sunrise.

Is that the law here?

Collecting your knowledge would have taken years for me.

And some wound you got rid of.

Orders has come from Spain.

I have to send an expedition to the west, to the Maluku Islands.

Spain and Portugal dispute for them.

They have disputed for a long time.

If they succeed, that dispute will come to an end.

Will that make me a conquistador?

You will have to help me.

Until I recover, I could poorly organize a venture so complicated.

Don't worry. Months should pass until the winds let any voyage.

- Months? - Yes.

By that time, you will be recovered so much that you can even join it.

France and Rome has united their forces to attack us.

- Where? - In Lodi, near Pavia.

War, again.

Now I understand why my ambassadors was ignored by the Pope.

- He was already an enemy. - When did he stop being one?

He just uses Francis's feints to do me harm in Italy.

- And England? - No. They are not in the fight.

Henry neither answered to my call.

What is more, he blesses the attack.

Everybody against me. And I have let it to be this way.

God punishes the credulous people more than the wicked ones.

Don't torment yourself, Your Majesty. We better solve what to do.

We will collect more taxes.

To pay those who fight there, and to send more supplies.

I will organize the journey to Valladolid.

The Court will stay in Granada.

I will not make Isabella travel, neither will I leave her behind in her state.

Your Majesty, it is suitable in everything to manage the fight

- from the centre of Castile. - The news will travel faster.

And it will be simpler to collect resources.

The Empress will stay here looked after until the end. She doesn't need you.

Granada!

Do you like it?

The Persian flower...

I has already sprouted for you.

It is strange

and very beautiful,

but too small to impede that I could see that something troubles you.

We are fighting new battles in Italy.

- Against France? - Against everyone.

And without means to fight them.

Is it so hard to get peace amongst Christians?

They will never let me rest, Isabella.

You are the Emperor.

The conflicts you are facing

are worthy of your greatness.

Should I resign, then?

God will be fair to you,

sooner or later.

Your Majesty! The Duchy of Milan is ours again.

I warned you! Our alliance was not enough.

Forgive me if you consider me responsible.

Nothing hurts more than your defeats.

They would be defeats if another inflicted them on me.

Coming from Charles, it is tragedy!

We are still in time to convince England to add their troops.

I am afraid their fight is another now.

They want Wolsey to reach Rome.

The last thing they are interested in is the victory of Pope Clement.

They want him weak. They will ot send a single soldier.

If Charles wins in the long run, if he humiliates me again,

I will not need to die to live in hell.

Your Holiness, the alliance with Suleiman is necessary.

Have you gone mad?

We judged the strength of our league wrong and Milan was the pattern.

Send more troops!

All have been thrown into this war already

and England remains impassive.

How do you tolerate that they intrigue against me?

Be thankful to us for having given you the key

that they fail in their endeavour to dethrone you.

If we added your defeat to their intrigues,

Wolsey would not hesitate to multiply his supports.

And you know well that the papacy is not an eternal grace.

My lord will abandon the fight if you don't send more forces.

- Are you capable of leaving me alone? - We are sorry for you.

Wolsey threatens you from the shadows. The Emperor, from Naples and Milan.

You make me choose between my conscience and my position.

You are not the only one who faces that dilemma.

Your lord seems to have solved it without too much effort.

He is a good Christian but also a man of state.

And the one who has power assumes blots, Your Holiness.

What do those infidels want in return?

Benefit from the trade with France. Nothing that soils you.

Have strength, child. Soon God will comfort you with His company.

I trusted that my youth could cast my illness away.

For some people,

neither youth nor remedies prevent the meeting with the Lord.

Remedies?

My illness doesn't have any.

A Castilian physician treats many people with a tisane made of roots.

And do they recover?

A good part. His fame is great.

Have you not consulted with him? Have you let yourself die?

Bring that physician.

Bring him quickly!

Her Royal Highness, Mary of Hungary.

- Mary! - Aunt!

We are so sorry for your husband's death.

Thank God you escaped the Turks.

I would give my life to free Hungary from the infidels who occupy it now.

I will give mine to recover your kingdom for the Christendom.

Will you send your troops now?

Now that my husband, the King is dead,

and they pray to Allah in every church of Budapest?

That Suleiman wanted to invade Hungary, everybody was aware of.

And you did nothing to impede this tragedy.

No, Mary. You should not blame your brother.

There is no greater danger than the one that threatens for too long.

How to be alert without rest?

I wish I had prevented the things that happened.

With Budapest in their power, the Turks prey on the Empire that I defend.

Mary, I am sorry.

Nearly 100 000 men, hundreds of cannons...

Took the city in only 2 hours.

All that we have collected for the troops in Italy will go to the hands of my brother.

There will be no more venture than the defense of Vienna.

This is not a war for booty.

It is a threat for what we are and for the God we pray.

I will defend Vienna as a Christian and as a brother.

I will not fail God in the commitment with Him.

Neither will I deny Ferdinand the help he asks for.

I wish it were always so easy to decide.

I don't reproach you for it, Your Majesty. But I remind you of the consequences.

Without funds, our troops in Italy will refuse to fight.

Are we going to keep fighting between Christians,

while the Turks advance towards Vienna?

I will ask for a truce, and they will not dare to contravene.

Your Majesty, if you want to keep collecting to defend the Empire...

We are leaving Granada. Nothing hurts me more than parting company with my wife,

but the Crown should weigh moe than the wedding ring.

Isabella...

My retinue will travel slower than yours.

I will arrive to Valladolid later than you.

But you will not work on the defense of Vienna without me.

Are you out of your mind?

I will travel in a litter and if I need to rest

we will spend the night in the villages of the way.

No, Isabella. I am not going to permit it. Not in your state.

I am daughter and granddaughter of kings.

I know the suffering these grave problems cause.

You will need me.

If you ignore my opinion, follow the physician's at least. He ordered you rest.

It is not your empire which is in danger, it is ours.

The women, we can rear children and work. Should I remind you of our grandmother?

You often do. And not just because you have her name.

And the flowers will come with me.

I have never read greater insults from a man of God.

The Pope points at us for the fall of Budapest.

- He intuits what is true. - But he cannot prove it.

Or did any Frenchman enter in Hungary?

Your Highness, his anger is such that he suggests

to accept the truce proposed by Charles,

- and encourages us to do the same. - No...

And lose the opportunity to crush him in Italy,

now that another front detains him?

I will not ignore the sky when it opens before me.

It will be impossible to convince Rome to keep fighting.

If the Christendom is threatened in Vienna, he is obligated to help.

Let him dare to do so.

And I will tell the world that he made friends with the infidels

in order to keep the papacy.

With Wolsey's shadow around his throne, no doubt, he will give in.

Enlarging France is our first duty

but doing it at the expense of our faith...

Does it not condemn us?

Does it not torment you what we have provoked?

We committed ourselves not to answer to the advance of the infidels. And we will do so.

- And if that advance continues? - After the victory in Italy,

we will lead our men against the infidels.

It will be our redemption.

I want to believe you.

The end of the Christendom would be a weight too heavy on my conscience.

Mother...

What have I done?

I comforts me that I leave this world

having fulfilled my duty.

In New Spain, a good memory will remain of you.

That is not what I meant.

As His Majesty ordered me, I did justice.

I sent word to Castile

with the name of the man who will succeed me.

And that won't be you.

You know that nobody would govern these lands better than I would.

You let me die.

The one who is going to succeed me has order to convict you.

It will be difficult for you to avoid punishment.

Something tells me that we will see each other soon,

if what awaits me is the hell.

He died.

- I know about his vengeance. - Which infuriates me, but it is fair.

I am an obsessed man and, as such, I no longer have virtue.

Do you assume the destiny he has imposed, then?

Never.

I will send the expedition to the Moluccas what the Crown asked for.

I wished to do it as governor,

but I will do the same as a renegade.

Does it not make you angry to serve a king who wants you dead?

I will provide him with gifts without a break, on condition that this place

doesn't governed by his envoys.

New Spain belongs to those who love and deserve it.

To me!

I told you I would endure the journey.

Isabella?

I suffered more because I was far away from you.

You should rest.

Sit down.

Night and day, I am engaged in collecting funds.

Even so, I felt your absence very much.

I wanted to hurry, but in every town I stopped,

I collected funds for the cause of Vienna.

Instead of taking a rest?

So, now Spain knows about your stubbornness and charm.

Your Sacred Catholic Impreial Majesty,

read my letters with the seriousness I put in them.

Do not fear because of the fight. The victory accompanies us.

But this does not pay your troops.

Their penury so lingering has become anger.

In Florence, they took possessions without moderation.

And now many of them speak of advancing towards Rome

and collecting from there the money you do not send.

They are burning. And I fear they assail the Holy City like beasts.

And the same way I am in fear of my life

because I am the only one who stands between their object and them.

And that is why I beg you, Your Majesty, to pay your men,

before they turn into beasts.

I will order temperance to our troops.

And nothing more?

Should I take care of those who refuse to help Vienna?

The Pope has done nothing for the truce,

neither has he put troops at my brother's service.

And Francis flashes the title "The Most Christian king".

His pettiness hurts but doesn't surprise.

But the Pope... how could he deny me the help against the infidels?

If I have to defend Vienna alone, I will save my ducats for that purpose.

Even is it enrages my troops in Italy.

That is how Rome wanted. Fortunately, the Spaniards

indulge in the cause with enthralling generosity, Your Majesty.

The donations don't stop. Inluding those of the most modest ones.

And New Spain? Their gold would be a blessing in this hard moment.

We have got consignments and a writing, too, from someone we didn't expect.

Having his as an enemy is a pity!

No one is as unbreakable as Cort�s is.

- Bad news? - They are never good from Castile.

Were they not glad that you have sent the expedition to the Moluccas?

They were, no doubt. But only pay my services with empty words.

They neither reward me with the governance nor withdraw my conviction.

They have set my destiny.

What more can you do?

I will go back to Castile and defend myself in front of the King.

Valladolid, 21 May 1527

The baby is lazy. He will not come unless you oblige him.

That is what I have been trying to do for hours. What else can I do?

Suffer.

- For God's sake, that is what I am doing! - I don't see it on your face.

Don't ask noise of me.

- If I have to excel, that is now. - For God's sake!

Forget the deceny. Scream. Curse with all your soul.

I will die but I will not scream.

This way nobody will see you suffer but do it.

For your child's sake.

A boy. An heir!

- Congratulations, Your Majesty. - We share your happiness.

I would like to see the Empress.

The Empress is fighting for her life.

We will pray to God for her, my lord.

Your wife is young. She will recover.

- And what if she will not? - It would be a terrible blow, Your Majesty.

In that case, it should comfort you that she gave her life

to give you the most valuable thing for someone of your rank:

the one who will succeed you.

If that is how a king should think, I am not a king.

When I look at her, I see neither the empress nor the queen

nor someone who could give me children.

I see someone without whom my life would be less of a life.

I ask you to relieve me of every obligation today.

There is only one matter I care about.

Isabella!

How are you?

My strength is starting to come back.

I blame myself for letting you to be concerned with the cause of Vienna.

- It weakened you. - No...

A labor of so many hours debilitates more than any state affair.

And I have lived to tell you that.

I will keep helping you. Don't be willful.

And our son?

He is perfect.

The Court adores him now and asks for a name for him.

Alba insists that it should be Ferdinand.

He believes that this way the kingdom would know that I am as Spanish as Flemish.

And what do you think?

That I like it as little as you do when they tell me what to do.

I am a Spaniard now.

Because I govern here, I got to know you here,

and our son was born here.

Philip.

You are daring.

You will infuriate Alba and maybe others, too.

Philip...

Amen.

A physician!

For God's sake!

Listen:

Don Philip,

Prince of Castile,

by God's grace.

Your Majesty...

Rome has been sacked,

burnt down,

its men butchered and its women forced.

And they have been our troops.

We have violated Rome.

Next time: As the Christian princes' representatives, we are demanding his freedom.

Soon there will be changes in my wife's household

so that it suits the uses of Castile.

From now on, I want you to be her equerry.

Catherine, Queen of England, show yourself before this tribunal.

Your Majesty, you promised justice for all your subjects.

What should I do with that Cort�s, then?

I suppose you are Cardinal Tavera.

Your Majesty, don't obligate me to say what never should be heard.

Do you want me to send my troops to Italy?

Imagine the cost of a similar campaign.

A new army will enter in the north and recover the Duchy of Milan.

Representatives of France and England have entered Aragon.

One day, my disgrace will be yours.

- A duel? - There is no other way to end this.

I want him to regret the day when he wanted to take my sons away from me!

You will never have my friendship. You will have to pay dearly for your affront.

Tighten the bonds with the King of France.

And go together against the Imperials to free the Pope.

Henry has gone too far!

A petition has come against you. They will not hesitate to arrest you.

France renounces its rights over the Duchy of Milan

if your nephew does the same with Burgundy.

- Where are they going? - Neither to Rome nor to Orvieto

according to our spies. But to Naples.

I will prepare our departure.

We looked for the war and now we have it.

- Don't move. - Henry will not have his will!

I will wait here

for the victory of the French.

Now it is time that Francis and I solve our differences, face to face.