Reign

Previously on "Reign"...

Every time I turn around, he's beside you.

I want a good life and a husband to share it with.

I wonder if you might entertain

A chance to be a queen.

I can't keep living like this.

Be my wife. Too much

Has passed between us. And now you want to go to Condé.

I forbid it. Mary: Come to

Scotland with me. I want you.

Antoine: I've had a message from England.

Queen elizabeth wants you.

That'll be the count and countess du grace.

Your majesty, I present you my daughter, lady anna.

Two places, fifth table from the king's.

Kenna, I'm impressed. You've really

Got this all in hand, don't you?

Mm, I'm surprised catherine trusted you to plan the banquet.

The dauphin vintage tasting is not exactly

A coronation, but still,

The chance to taste wine bottled on the day of the king's

Birth is bringing nobles from all over France.

Well, actually, it was mary's decision,

Although I'm sure catherine

Would have happily given me the opportunity

Just to see me fail.

Oh, dear. I recognize

Count du grace, but

That's not the countess.

Do you think he brought his mistress?

No, he's hoping he brought the king's mistress.

I don't understand.

I should have warned you. I suppose I expected

You'd instinctively grasp every nuance

Of the sordid tradition of a king's mistress.

But the king doesn't have a mistress.

Catherine: Not yet. That's why these lords are bringing

Their ready young daughters. They're hoping that

Francis will choose one of them

To take to his bed. And what makes

Them think that francis wants a mistress?

Our estrangement has become obvious.

Separate chambers...

Lola: Well, plenty of kings and queens keep

Separate chambers. You did.

Just when I was starting to like you.

Kenna: I'll have to completely rearrange the seating.

I won't have any of these pert little opportunists

Sitting anywhere near mary.

Don't worry about it, kenna.

Your outrage is touching,

But I can hardly take offense when I'm the one who suggested

We live separate lives.

You don't want that...

I suppose in their minds, it's a simple trade.

One daughter will be bedded by a man she'll never marry,

But if that man is the king and the family now has his favor,

It's worth it. Oh, yes.

It worked for the boleyn girls.

Well, for their father, anyway.

Well, they won't get anywhere.

Not with francis.

He loves mary.

Things change, lola.

If francis and mary are finished,

There's an opportunity at the king's side

For some lucky girl here.

I need to speak with you.

There are plans to settle. Scotland.

This is not the place.

Hardly.

Shouldn't there be an empty room

In the wine cellar now,

Devoid of a certain vintage?

I'll meet you there in an hour.

I have some good news for you, little brother.

The english queen's envoy is in the village,

And I've arranged a meeting.

If you can charm him

As well as you've charmed the scots queen,

You may end up with an english crown on your head.

If I have a head left to put it on.

You take too many risks, antoine.

What if francis finds out you have me courting elizabeth?

Have they found out what we've been up to so far?

He knows his mother and father were poisoned,

And barely missed learning you were behind it.

And yet here we are,

Only two or three chess moves away

From becoming a pair of bourbon kings.

Exactly as we were destined

By blood.

Your majesty.

Majesty.

Please allow me to present

My niece, lady amelie.

Majesty.

Welcome to court, lady amelie.

She's my sister's child,

But my pride

Swells for her as if she were my own.

Brilliant mind,

And a lover of all the... Sensual arts.

Enjoys poetry,

Plays the lute like an angel,

And has a gift

For embroidery.

As a matter of fact, amelie,

Why don't you take a look

At the annunciation tapestry in the map room?

Stunning work.

There is no scrap of courtly advantage

You won't stoop to grasp, is there?

Even offering your own niece as a mistress.

Don't we all have a duty to grasp what life offers?

But as a king may not stoop to grasp,

His subjects must offer.

Well, as long as you're offering things,

Kindly do me the favor of making it known

I am not seeking a mistress.

Multiple lords have brought both wives and daughters,

So we'll need two extra tables.

We'll also need extra cake, extra everything.

This is the new seating chart.

King antoine, you're still here.

I'd heard...

That I was scheduled to return to navarre?

So you're keeping tabs on me.

Well, I take hope from that. Don't.

I couldn't leave, not without your answer.

My answer is no. Well, that's not the answer I was hoping to leave with.

So here I'll stay.

I don't trust you, and I don't believe you.

Why?

Because your suggestion that we should wed

As soon as your ailing wife dies is so rash.

It is rash,

And yet here I am.

I can't seem to take back my words,

And I can't seem to leave you. Antoine, I'm married.

Well, if that's your only objection,

Then you've given me even more hope.

Please, come to me.

So we can talk,

Just talk.

I'm so sorry, mary.

If I'd known the kind of guests the event would draw,

I would have canceled the tasting.

It's not your fault.

Rumors of our distance is spreading.

Timing of the event is terrible.

I don't think time would change much for us, francis.

Yes, well, that is where you and I disagree.

Not the only place.

Condé.

Does it not strike you as unfair that I am

Forbidden to live my life the way I desire...

Don't speak to me

Of your desire for another. My desire to put

The horrors of my past behind me.

I feel as though I'm drowning. Mary.

I need to breathe again.

To be happy.

An affair with Condé endangers your life

And our countries' alliance.

Is that all there is to it?

No jealousy or regret?

Because you think that if you simply bide your time,

I will come back to you?

I do think that.

I love you,

And I would do anything

To undo the choices I made

Now that I know their outcome, but I can't.

Nor can I alter the fact that we live in a world

Where a queen's infidelity

Is considered an act of treason,

Because any child you had must be presumed illegitimate.

The nobles would want your head and demand Condé's,

And I can't promise I could protect either of you.

And in Condé's case, I'm not sure I'd want to.

I can't do this anymore.

Do what?

Hear the truth of our lives?

I'm sorry, but I am determined

To stop you from making a decision

That could cost you your head.

And there is no more

To say on the subject.

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Are those the things antoine gave you?

No, as a matter of fact, I sent those back.

If you want to castigate me...

Don't worry, I'm not seeking an argument. I...

I thought we might talk.

Must we?

You had plenty to say the other night. What's changed?

I just don't really see the point.

If things have got that bad, how can there not be

A point in talking? Bash, I'm sorry,