Reign

Previously on "Reign"...

I wanted a different life,

Things you could never give me.

Then there is no reason for me to be here.

I have a feeling I've just begun to learn

The extent of your skills.

General renaude.

General... Is it?

Catherine, I care about you.

2,000 french soldiers to scotland

Means fewer soldiers facing England,

Less on our borders with navarre,

The italian and german territories.

And those are just our foreign threats.

How can I betray my husband's wishes, endanger his country?

I have ordered 2,000 french troops

To sail to scotland. France can withstand

A temporary absence of troops.

I can't leave now, louis. What do you see now?

An affair under your husband's roof and nothing more?

That's all I can offer you.

Louis, you're back.

I was starting to worry you'd given up on us.

I went home to my region.

I needed time and distance from you to think.

I know I promised you so much more

When we were going to scotland, but I can't leave.

Not when francis has sent so many troops

To defend my country, my throne.

Oh, you had to protect your crown, mary.

You did the right thing.

And what about you?

Did I do right by you?

You offered me an affair in the home of your husband.

I'm offering you me... My love.

These last few weeks without you...

I felt as though I was dying.

Louis...

Did you come here to say good-bye?

Or did you hope that I would?

Because that's not what I want.

I love you.

And I want us to be together.

Riding again?

So soon after your injury?

I've healed quickly.

It brings me peace,

Being out in the woods.

You mean, being alone.

I know that this has been hard on you, too,

Our separation, but to see you flee

An entire castle just to avoid being around me...

You needn't worry. But I do.

I don't want to see you suffer on my account.

I'm fine, really.

Recovering in all ways.

Well, then, why are you spending all of your days in the woods?

There's a friend that I've been passing time with--

Fishing, hunting.

But you don't have any friends.

You have people you're bound to--

Your brother, me...

Who is this friend?

It's no one you know.

Well, does this friend have a name?

Breasts? A vagina?

Stop! Yes. Yes, to both.

None of your business,

As your doings are none of mine.

My lord,

We need you immediately.

Protestant rebels have seized

The benedictine monastery outside angers.

There are at least a dozen of them, heavily armed.

They've rounded up the children,

Killed all the guards and the monks.

Oh, my god.

Save two who managed to escape.

I just heard.

How many are dead?

At least 40. 19 hostages.

If the boys are still alive.

Francis: Children.

What are these radicals doing?

Ransoming them, or do they plan

To slaughter them, as well?

It's further retaliation for

Sending our troops into scotland.

For supporting me, a catholic queen.

I knew that there would be consequences.

France had to honor its alliance.

Francis, the parents, some of the local nobles

Are beginning to gather to meet with us.

Has general savoy and his men returned?

He's still in scotland doing another advance sweep,

In the borderlands.

We'll put together a team from the castle,

As many soldiers as we can spare.

These men aren't trained for that type of mission.

Extracting children from an armed assault.

The boys could die in the melee.

Prepare them anyway, as a last resort.

What are you doing to save our sons?

We are sending envoys to negotiate their release,

And if that fails, we will secure

The safest possible route to rescue them.

This scum would never have dared

To take our sons hostage,

Or kill men of god, if our army were here.

count, watch your tongue.

I know that you fear for the life of your son,

But you are addressing your sovereign king.

These rebels will be captured and hanged,

And I will do everything in this nation's power

To return your sons to you safely.

Mary: We know there is nothing

More precious to you than your children,

And we will defend them as if they were our own.

Come, let us leave the king to attend to your sons.

What's wrong?

Those poor boys must be terrified,

Trapped by violent men,

Not knowing if they're going to die.

You can't even imagine, francis.

We will save them.

And you are safe... Here with me.

Man (in distance): Welcome back, my lord!

Conde: Follow me. I...

Man (in distance): To your chambers, my lord?

I was coming to tell you that

Condé had returned to court.

He was gone for weeks.

I'm sorry if you thought it was over.

Well... You were planning

To abandon our marriage, flee France

And run off with my cousin, so...

...I no longer care what you do.

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Francis... He's under so much pressure.

Those poor boys at the monastery,

Shortage of troops,

And now Condé has returned.

How that bourbon continues to keep his head, I don't know.

The way that he has taken advantage of mary

At such a vulnerable time.

Vulnerable? How?

It doesn't matter.

Every time I see him

I want to tear him to pieces,

I want to crush him in my fist.

You... Are so frustrated.

Oh...

Well, not the least of which because I have to endure

A freezing carriage every time I crave your touch.

Well... It won't be long

Before I am slipping

Into your warm, royal bed.

I have a few ideas

About my return to court already.

Do you never stop calculating?

No. Hmm?

Never. Mm.

General renaude can help us

With one plan.

And the other...

Could dispatch

The prince of Condé permanently.

How?

Are you just teasing me?

It does come with a caveat.

A few men would have to die.

Men die every day in France.

I'm listening.

I'll tell you after.

I don't want you satisfied that quickly.

I can't believe bash has already moved on.

He could fall in love with a mushroom if he had to.

In love?

She sounds more like a hunting chum.

She's not.

You were ready to leave bash for antoine.

Do you want him back? No.

We'd still have the same problems between us.

You know, he wouldn't spend a moment at home with me,

Yet he would happily die for a stranger,

If it were for a noble cause.

At least you no longer have to feel guilty for leaving him.

There is that.

And besides, I really shouldn't complain.

Look at us-- we have all the luxuries imaginable,

And yet poor greer is living god knows where.

Oh, I know.

The money we're taking her should help a little bit.

Whatever her new place looks like, don't say a word.

It's bound to be ghastly.

Right this way.

greer, how can you afford this?