Reign

Previously, on Reign...

He heard them talk of a creature that resides in the woods.

They give it blood.

Olivia?

The girl's been fed on. Chosen.

She couldn't be. If she was chosen,

she wouldn't have survived.

Does Francis know that you're pregnant?

No, and he can't.

Archduke. We thank you

and your sister for coming.

She fell.

- To her death. - My God. Henry.

Don't let go.

Lady Kenna, Your Majesty.

You didn't come to me last night,

as we discussed.

Is something wrong? Have I offended?

You hurt me last time I was here.

You don't look hurt.

Is it your shoulder?

I left your arms bound behind your back too long.

Sorry. My mistake.

Our games are new adventures for me, too, but...

aren't they fun? I prefer the use of my arms.

Remember there was once a time

when you wanted every limb in play.

Good point.

Use them all today.

Tonight is First Light.

I should help Mary get ready.

You should remember our deal.

I might have someone wonderful for you to meet,

this very night. In fact, I have a whole

list of eligible, and rich, bachelors.

All I ask...

is that you indulge me.

Anna, this is Kenna.

Kenna, this is my new friend, Anna.

She cost a fortune.

Isn't she lovely?

Yes. Lovely.

I see a lust in your eyes

that will not be easily extinguished.

Luckily,

Lady Kenna is here to help.

Are you serious?

Anna will be gentler than I've been of late.

I promise you that.

And... I'll make it worth your while.

* Oh * * Oh *

* My * * My *

* Heart * * Heart *

* Eyes * * Eyes *

* Wide * * Wide *

* Shut * Shut *

I'm not going.

Well, what do you mean,

you're not going?

How can I attend a feast

when I can barely look at food?

First Light isn't about food.

It's about men. Suitors.

If a man offers a woman a candle,

it shows his intention to court her, and if she accepts...

She lights it in her window, I know.

And I know I have to find a husband

before anyone realizes I'm pregnant.

Francis, or my future husband.

I don't want to become a future king's property

just because I made a mistake.

An enormous mistake, I am aware.

If a quick marriage is the solution for your problems,

you must make the most of tonight.

I even have a suitor for you to meet.

Who?

He's a count that Francis and I met on our travels.

His name is Philipe Nardeen.

What's he like?

He's a man of age to wed.

He also seems charming and well-read and kind.

But please, you must understand,

it might take some time for your feelings for him to grow.

After our marriage.

That's if I'm lucky enough

to have him feel anything for me.

He'd be the lucky one.

I can't stay long.

First Light's keeping everyone busy.

Loads of special cakes

and tarts being ordered as gifts.

I suppose it takes more than an impressive candle

to catch a lady's eye these days. In fact,

someone's back at court, hoping to catch yours.

Really? And who is that?

The very rich and decidedly titled Lord Castleroy.

You mean Peppercorn?

That's what I called him, but I was corrected.

The gentleman with a singular interest in his

pepper trade, you said.

But I disagree, he's also interested in you.

I think I made it clear that I'm not interested in him.

- But you haven't been courted by another. - Except you.

I don't count, though, do I?

- I don't say that to pain you. - But it does.

It hurts knowing that we can't be together.

Ever, really.

As long as not being together feels like this...

I'm all right.

When will you grow tired of kisses that lead nowhere?

When you stop wishing they could lead somewhere.

Oh, I... I almost forgot,

this letter came for you from Scotland.

It's from my parents.

Everything all right?

Thank you for the biscuits.

Olivia,

do you think you could speak of it yet?

What happened to you?

It won't help me.

Perhaps it will help another.

When the castle was taken,

I was told to wait in the tunnels

to help others to safety.

But I didn't.

I fled, fearing for my own life.

- And then I saw her. Her?

A girl, a ghost...

I've no idea. There was something covering her face.

And I ran.

I was lost for hours,

but somehow I found my way out into the woods.

I was found by peasants. Hunters.

I asked them to help me, but they said

that I needed to help them.

They grabbed me, held me for...

a few days, I think,

while they watched the moon and spoke of the Darkness.

You mean the night?

No, I mean the Darkness.

A being.

Some...

creature.

I stayed awake for as long as I could,

but at some point, I closed my eyes, and...

when I woke up,

I was on the cold ground, bound.

There was no light.

And it fed on me night after night.

I'm not sure how much time passed.

You were gone for months.

I barely ate.

I drank a...

a bitter liquid just to survive.

Usually it put me back into a state of sleep.

Of nightmares.

- And yet it kept you alive. - Then, one day,

my bonds were looser than before.

- Because you were nearly starved. - I was free.

I could barely stand at first, but I made it out.

To a stream, where I drank, and I found the strength

to run for my life.

Are you sure you need to go so soon?

The moon will be full tomorrow night.

Good hunting.

That same moon will make it easier for those hunting me.

You mean your brother, the prince?

You may have guessed the truth of my past,

but I don't like to talk about it.

Or Mary.

A bastard and a beautiful queen,

born to rule Scotland and someday France.

Who would have thought it wouldn't work out between you?

I'd be sad for you

if I didn't think you're better off

away from the vipers at court.

Did you love her that much?

You are leaving France, aren't you?

As fast as my legs will take me.

I'd be a poor houseguest if I didn't

- thank you for... - Oh, my God.

Is that blood?

Did the Blood Cult do this?

Rowan, tell me the truth.

It means my family has been chosen.