Reign

Since Mary, Queen of Scotland,

was a child,

the English have wanted her country

and her crown.

She is sent to France to wed its next king,

to save herself and her people,

a bond that should protect her.

But there are forces that conspire...

forces of darkness,

forces of the heart.

Long may she reign.

Previously on Reign...

If Mary weds my son, and it causes his death,

as you predicted,

this castle will see violence

within its walls like none before.

What if you were legitimized?

You're talking about changing the line of succession,

and that's the sort of talk

that gets bastards and mistresses beheaded.

Whatever has been between us, believe me now,

that I love my son.

I would go into hell for him. How far will you go?

It seems that we will go into hell together then.

Why did you come back?

You didn't know the gold was poisoned.

It was one man against ten.

They would have killed you!

- Why would you do something so stupid? - Because I love you.

What?

Because it's pretty obvious now that for us to stay sane,

we need to be together.

- It's morning. - I know.

Oh. If the servants are gossiping about your unmade bed,

it is too late to rectify the situation.

Do you think we're being too reckless?

I'm yours.

You're mine.

I hope you're pregnant.

Francis!

It would force the wedding sooner.

How could my father argue it?

You don't think what we're doing is wrong?

As we are not wed yet?

After we rule

for a great long while,

and we leave France and Scotland to our children,

and our grandchildren and our great grandchildren,

and we meet our maker,

you can ask him yourself.

Forgive me, but there's word for you...

- from the Holy See. - The Pope?

The cardinal from the Vatican is in the throne room.

Or you could ask him now.

As the word of God is back at court.

You can be honest.

I'd gladly trade pain for respect.

Aren't you in enough pain?

Aren't I, seeing you like this?

You've barely been by my side.

You need to rest.

'Cause you've been with her.

- Kenna, please. - I hear the rumors.

I ask the servants.

Diane's been seen in your room.

She gives me counsel. She's my friend.

Can we please forget about Diane?

Can you?

Henry.

Henry, please look at me.

Tell me the truth.

Tell me that you love me.

I can't let her go.

I'm sorry. You wanted honesty.

I came back to the horrors of this attack.

A stranger with an old vendetta who came to destroy my line.

They came for your sons, but they attacked me

because of my association to you.

Because you made me your mistress.

I nearly died because of you,

and you choose this moment to tell me that you want her?

I don't know if she's a habit, or a crutch,

but I need her.

I've given you everything.

My virtue. I'm...

I'm destroyed.

Oh, that's simply not true.

Kenna, when we started this,

you knew I had a wife and a mistress.

Perhaps it was overreaching on both our parts

to assume that I was capable of...

exclusivity.

So, this is it?

You're through with me?

That's not what I'm saying at all.

We can continue.

But if you ask me again to choose between you and Diane,

I'll choose Diane.

Does the cardinal's visit

have anything to do with you?

- With your plans for me? - No.

I would know in advance,

and the communications have taken place

in the utmost secrecy.

Legitimization takes time.

I don't want my brother's job.

Even if the job gets you the woman you want?

Your Majesty. Your Majesty.

She may care for Francis,

but Mary will wed the next king of France.

That's no way to win a woman.

It worked for him. Why not you?

God bless us all.

There is news sent to us by Cardinal Tesson,

the papal emissary.

In England,

the Tudor queen is dying.

While she has not named

her successor...

Many suspect, and believe,

the rightful heir to the English throne

is you, Mary Stuart.

The second England's queen dies, you will make your claim.

Your marriage to my son will strengthen that claim,

as it will show the world

that you have the might of France at your side.

France fulfills its promise to Scotland

and to you.

It's time you and Francis are wed.

No, you can't do that.

We must celebrate.

It's God's will.

Do you hear me?

It's God's will.

Am I understanding this right?

That a new condition of the alliance, of our marriage,

is that I deliver England to you?

My father wants it.

The Vatican's support makes him think he can get it.

Elizabeth has support, as well.

Armies she's been gathering for years.

You realize what laying claim to England could cost me?

Yes, I do.

It could cost you your head.

When the English Queen dies, so does Henry the VIII's line.

You are his next relation by blood.

Elizabeth is Henry the VIII's daughter.

By Anne Boleyn.

Her parents' marriage

was never recognized by the Catholic Church. She's...

illegitimate. Her claim is weak, at best.

In God's eyes, she doesn't even exist.

How convenient God has this opinion,

as Elizabeth happens to be Protestant.

The Pope doesn't want to lose a nation to Protestantism.

Can you blame him?

A Scottish queen on the English throne?

A daughter born of one of Henry's wives,

dismissed?

There will be uprisings.

Wars.

Catholics against Protestants, neighbor against neighbor.

England against Scotland.

And Elizabeth against Mary.

Have you thought about that?

They say she's very cunning,

and that she has many followers.

And she's always perceived Mary as a threat.

She will come after you,

whether you've reached for the crown or not.

As for strife, civil wars,

England will never be weaker.

What better time to strike?

If they push back,

if there are wars, we will win.

You hate them.

England tore into my country for half a century.

They spilled French blood on French soil.

Yes...

I hate them.

You can make them ours.

Together,

you will some day rule half of Europe.

England, Scotland and France.

Don't let fear keep you from greatness.

This is your destiny.

I want my son married

to England's next queen, because I want England.

Cost me England,

and I will kill you.

Are we clear?

I know. It's over.

Did the Vatican tell you?

They don't need to.

There's no way the Church can support a bastard's claim

to the throne in France

when it's crushing a bastard's claim in England.

- I'm sorry. - I'm not.

It was wrong of me to dangle her in front of you,

- to play with your feelings. - Don't.