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...

He heard them talk of a creature who resides in the woods. They give it blood.

You have interrupted a sacrifice, which they will not take kindly to.

It's Olivia D'Amencourt. She left a few months before you arrived.

- Brokenhearted? - Yes. He was.

You want me to marry Francis? You don't even like me.

I like you more than a queen I can't control.

You know much less about Francis' desires than I do.

- Has something happened between you two? - I stopped it.

- I want her gone. - I'm working on it.

- Now! I want her gone now! - Mary! She's staying and that's final.

And Francis has you. Why would he ever look elsewhere?

You're one of them. You're a monster, you know.

You owe a debt. And you will pay.

Choose someone to sacrifice.

And what if I refuse?

Then we will choose for you.

No!

Season 1, Episode 6 "Chosen"

Francis!

- Excuse me. - I've been looking everywhere for you.

Where were you hurrying to?

My father's returning from Paris. His carriage is arriving.

- May I join you? - Please.

How are you? I've barely seen you lately.

Whenever my father's away, courtiers swarm me.

Seeking approval of the next King, in case the current one doesn't return.

And that awful business with the butcher boy.

Yes, yes.

We're trying to find his family, to return his effects.

That's not why I've barely seen you.

Are you feeling bad about the moments we shared?

I felt I had to be honest with you about my feelings.

I appreciated your honesty.

I could use more of the same from others in my life.

If she's to be your wife, you need to trust her.

I hope that I can.

Right now the burden is on Mary, not me.

That sounds complicated.

If you're ever yearning for someone you can be sure of...

...Someone who wants only you,

you know where to find me.

- Well? - I'm doing my best.

How difficult can it be for a girl like you to get a man into bed?

His feelings are for Mary.

Do you want your reputation cleaned up?

Do you want a big wedding and children to silence forever

those who call you "whore" behind your back?

Then make yourself the next Queen of France.

"Feelings"? Honestly.

Join us, Kenna. We're going to greet the King.

You look especially lovely, Kenna. Who are you dressed to impress?

No one. I'm just...

Can't Kenna be lovely simply because she is lovely?

And you are lovely.

That was kind of you.

I plan to tell them about the King and me.

But you want to wait.

You haven't seen him in a while. I understand.

He was saying good-bye to Diane.

- He ended things with her for me. - I only ask that you be careful.

The King's heart seems mercurial.

And you still have the Queen to contend with.

And I only ask you that not assume I'm a fool.

I was hoping we needn't discuss this. But clearly we do.

That kiss...

I remember it.

I was a bit drunk, and you were, too, weren't you?

Would you like me to share in your remorse?

Would that make you feel better?

Yes, it would.

I regret that you are engaged to my brother.

A brother I consider my friend.

And who thankfully doesn't know what happened.

Still, he's been distant since we argued.

And I want to make things up with him. I have to. You understand, don't you?

Of course. What I don't understand is why we're still talking about this.

Because of your gift.

- The necklace. - What necklace?

I assumed, I thought...

It was in my rooms this morning.

- You think I snuck into your room? - Well, I didn't know what to think.

After the kiss and-and my argument with your brother...

What? What is it?

I've, uh, seen this necklace before.

Excuse me.

Mary.

Francis. Are you well?

I'm fine. Thank you.

I'm not.

I've been feeling awful.

I feel like you're still angry at me about our argument.

- About Olivia. I'm sorry. - Is that what you're sorry about?

He said he was leaving her. I don't understand. Why is she back here?

Francis.

Mary, we need to talk.

It's important. Follow me.

The people of this... faith,

they claim that I owe them a debt.

More than once, in their minds, I've interrupted their blood sacrifice.

The butcher boy said, if I didn't choose someone else to sacrifice,

they'd choose for me.

So that's what's been going on in the woods.

- Pagan sacrifice? - Among other dangers, yes.

And now they've chosen me?

Because somehow they've got the idea that threatening you

is a good way to get to my brother.

But that doesn't matter now, does it?

What matters is finding out who left this marker in Mary's chambers.

What matters is her safety.

I'll make sure that there's a guard outside your room at all times.

You need to find out exactly how serious this threat is.

Ask the hunters that you know in the woods.

Talk to the guards, Nostradamus, anyone.

Maybe the servants saw how the necklace got into my rooms.

I'll question them.

Mary.

I'm sorry.

I'd never have cut those bodies down if I'd known it would lead to Mary.

I don't blame you for cutting the bodies down.

I'd have done the same thing.

Then what are you so angry about?

There are too many secrets between us, brother.

Far too many.

I'm sorry, Your Grace, I've never seen it before.

You're certain? And nobody unfamiliar has entered my chambers?

No, Your Grace.

Ask the household servants if they've seen any strangers about.

- It's important. - Yes, Your Grace.

- I'm sorry, Lady Kenna... - Stop.

You said you would break things off with Diane.

I trusted you and I took you at your word.

- Lady Kenna, Your Majesty. - Oh, yes, I know.

- I did exactly as I promised. - How can you say that?

You brought her back from Paris and she stood at your side as she always has.

Come, stand at my side.

Please.

It's been a long time since I used that word.

It's true, it's an honor to stand beside a King.

It implies something.

I understand that.

But...

to have a King behind you.

And...

on his knees.

Why is she back here?

Diane's being moved to the cottage.

You... are my mistress, Lady Kenna.

She is my friend and the mother of my son.

The cottage? Here on the grounds?

The grounds are quite expansive.

- When? - I don't know. Shortly.

There's an architect she employs in Paris. Some renovations are required.

- Renovations? - Yes.

- Well, how long will that take? - Kenna.

I don't know.

And I don't care. And neither should you.

It's over with her.

I'm with you now.

So...

...Be with me.

Do they really think I could drag some innocent

into the woods and slaughter them?

- Could you? To save yourself? - No.

But to save Mary?

I don't understand how you ever worshipped alongside these savages.

I was young, it was a different faith.

We worshipped the natural world.

A sacrifice was only a very small part of it.

It was not human.

Do they count me one of them because of you?

I don't know.

The larger question is what people here in the castle

would consider you if they knew.

I'm Catholic. I practice my father's religion.

- As do you. - Have no illusions.

If they learned about my past, we would both burn as heretics.

We're outsiders. You live here at your father's will.

And someday, your brother's. Do not covet his future wife.

Even the laws of your chosen faith are clear on that.

- Mary is in danger because of me. - And Francis knows that.

- If anything happened to her... - He will blame you.

So... there's my choice?

Choose someone to kill...

Or let them kill Mary?

It's only a matter of time now that they've marked her.

Pay the debt.

And then harden your heart against her.

We need to get you out of here.

They must have drugged me.

There's no other way I-I would sleep through this.

My head feels as heavy as that stag's.

- Please sit down, then. - Look at my hand.