Isabel

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Isabel and Fernando are cousins. We need to get a papal bull.

Step by step, Peralta.

Carrillo will be to Isabel what Pacheco is to Enrique.

In the name of Aragon I ask you, win that woman's heart.

Don't worry, Isabel will be my wife.

This is what the Duke of Guyenne looks like in person.

You are exaggerating.

I hope you'll be happy with the princess of Castile.

I know that lying is a sin, but I hope that when I confess

you will absolve me without harsh penitence.

Swearing by God in vain and deceiving her best friend

are two things that Isabel is not capable of doing.

Do you swear to God that you will marry the Duke of Guyenne?

I swear to God.

Your Majesty, I don't doubt the veracity of your good will.

But from what I've seen...

Isabel has no intention of marrying the Duke of Guyenne.

Give her this ring as proof of my commitment.

It's modest in comparison with all that Castile offers, but...

tell her that...

I give it to her with all my heart.

And tell her to hold on. Everything is going to work out.

She's just a girl, for God's sake!

She's a damn girl, and she's doing whatever she wants with us!

I request a warrant to arrest her in Madrigal.

Granted.

What's wrong?

My lady, the court has issued an arrest warrant against you.

Don't worry. I'm not going to arrest the princess.

The people wouldn't allow it.

Do Pacheco and the king know about the wedding with Fernando?

Will Isabel be safe at the convent?

She wouldn't be safe even at the Vatican.

Take her to Valladolid.

I'm free to make my own choices about my life and my wedding.

Tell that to anyone who ought to know.

Where is she?

She left.

She left? Where?

Isabel

What are you doing here?

For God's sake, take that off.

You have to offer your naked body to your husband.

Isn't she tasty, brother?

Indeed she is.

Girl.

Don't run away.

- Stay put. - No!

No! No! No!

Take her. She's yours.

Your husband is your lord. He owns your body.

No! No!

Move aside.

Move aside!

No!

Move aside, Pacheco.

Leave my lady alone!

It's useless to run away.

Sooner or later you'll have to give yourself to a man.

Thank you.

I would do anything for you.

Anything.

No!

Wake up.

It was just a bad dream.

Calm down.

It's okay.

Soon you'll have a husband and you won't have to sleep alone.

Dear Prince...

and powerful King and Lord.

You know that after the death of the king Don Alfonso...

brother of mine and yours...

I could have retained the crown he wore when he was alive.

But for you, for good, for peace and tranquility...

I decided to accept you as king.

And become your legitimate successor and heiress.

Are you okay? You don't look well.

I didn't sleep well last night.

However, Your Majesty...

you broke the pacts signed in Guisando.

You delayed the fulfillment of your promises.

And you wanted me to marry the king of Portugal without consulting me.

Then you promised me to the Duke of Guyenne.

A fine and noble prince, but one who would take me away from my country.

That was the idea, no?

I have consulted great prelates and gentlemen...

your subjects and servants of God...

about the man I should marry for Castile's sake.

For her own sake, she means.

And all of them praised and approved my marriage with Fernando.

The prince of Aragon and the king of Sicily.

A man with whom both you and I share a lineage and a bond.

She's finally showing her cards.

Your Majesty gave the order to arrest me.

You sent our neighbors from Madrigal to do it.

This is why I had to go to Valladolid...

with the help of the Reverend Don Alfonso Carrillo, Archbishop of Toledo.

There you have the brain behind this sedition, Your Majesty.

Isabel has proven she has the brains to make all of her moves on her own.

A little too much brains, I'm afraid.

Go on, Cabrera.

I beg you, our lord and king...

to cease with these grievances.

They are not going to stop. You know that.

For my part, I assure you that both I...

and the King of Sicily will swear obedience to you as our lord.

It needs your signature, Your Majesty.

I'm not going to force the king into a war.

I don't want that. He doesn't either.

Send the letter. I expect an answer.

There is no answer. I don't have to give one.

Wouldn't you be better off sitting?

- I'm not sick. I'm pregnant. - But--

I know, I look like a giant loaf of bread.

A delicious loaf of bread.

Leave me alone, I'm not in the mood.

I'm sorry.

I just can't get over it.

I can't believe that Isabel lied to me about the wedding.

She deceived you and the king.

Think of the bright side.

Is there one?

She knew that our love is so strong that if she had told you, you would have told me.

- You would have, right? - Yes.

Yes, but only if you had promised not to tell the king.

Then it was best that she didn't tell you.

I wouldn't have wanted to be in that position.

I would have never thought that Isabel would lie to me.

I'm like her older sister. Her best friend.

Besides, Isabel is a devout believer. Lying...

it's one of the sins she has despised the most since she was a little girl.

Politics turn the biggest believer into a pragmatist.

And into a liar.

What will happen now?

I don't know.

Isabel wrote a letter to the king asking him to respect her decision.

And she pledged loyalty until her death, like she did in Guisando.

But the king is outraged.

And what about Pacheco?

What can I tell you that you don't already know?

Pacheco... is Pacheco.

Nothing good can come out of this.

Poor Isabel.

Weren't you angry with her just a moment ago?

Yes. Yes.

But I love her with all my heart.

I can't stop thinking about her. I can't help it.

Didn't you want an answer from Enrique? Here it is.

He has reinforced all of the patrols guarding the paths between Castile and Aragon.

In Calatayud, you can't even have a drink at the tavern without Pacheco finding out.

So?

You can't meet Fernando in Aragon.

It's impossible. I doubt Fernando can cross the border without drawing any attention.

If I can't go to Aragon, and he can't come to Castile, what's the solution?

- Cárdenas will go to the court in Aragon. - Cárdenas?

He will talk to Fernando and King Juan.

He'll inform them of the situation and see what they'll be willing to do.

- As you wish. - When can you leave?

Today.

- Be very careful, I beg you. - Of course, my lady.

Monsignor, say what you want to say.

When I had to rescue her and bring her to Ocaña

I thought it was clear that we were playing by my rules.

She should take advice from those who know best.

- She does. - It doesn't seem that way.

- She's the one who makes the decisions. - We'll see about that.

What do you mean?

Are you trying to do something behind my back?

I would never do that.

In fact, you should thank me for doing things behind Isabel's back.

We haven't heard whether or not Véneris has gotten the papal bull.

No, but the news from Aragon gives us hope.

King Juan thinks we will get it.

Let's hope it is God's will that we get it.

In any case, I'm with you in this lie.

Is that not support enough, Carrillo?

Your Majesty.

Chacón's nephew is going to meet Fernando.

I don't understand why you're smiling.

Fernando won't meet with him.

Continue.

The Catalonian nobles are at war with King Juan again.

He sent his son to lead the troops.

It feels good to know I'm not the only king having problems.

How did you find this out?

I know someone in the Aragonese court.

I expected nothing less from you.

With a little luck, Cárdenas will travel in vain.

With a little luck, a Catalonian sword will bring us joy.

- Nothing would make us happier. - Very few things.

It's nonsense, all of this. It's madness.

This marriage between Isabel and Fernando. And the Aragonese people know it.

What are they going to do?

Become enemies with Castile? France? Even Rome? No.

With my uncle Carrillo behind this I wouldn't be so calm.

Your uncle is an archbishop.

Only the pope can issue the papal bull they need to get married.

And he will never approve.

Aragon