Since Mary, Queen of Scotland, was a child, the English wanted her country and her crown. She is sent to France to wed the 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...
Delphine: I am innocent of the murder I was accused of. Whoever killed that boy will kill again.
Mary: I wanted to give you children.
Francis: Anne and James.
Mary (Voice breaking): Francis, don't leave me, not yet.
Charles: This is Delphine, a healer. I've brought her for Francis.
Mary:(crying) It's too late.
Bash: There's no guarantee she can help. And even if she can there may be a price of someone else's life.
Francis: (Gasps)
Mary: Francis? Oh my God
(In Scotland Marie de Guise is standing by a window, when she suddenly collapses)
Guards: Oh, my God! Madam de Guise... she's dead!
ACT 1[]
(In the castle Chapel, Mary wearing a beautiful white gown is kneeling surrounded by lot of candles, saying her prayers when Francis enters the room and waits for her to finish.)
Mary: Thank you for your grace and peace, for the mercy you grant those you draw to your side once again, and the extraordinary blessings you've given me.
Francis: You've been down here for a long time.
Mary: I have much to thank God for. Every time you walk into a room, you fill my heart with such joy.
Francis: I feel like I owe my life to Marie de Guise.
Mary: There is no one who can tell if her life was the price Delphine spoke of or just a terrible coincidence. But my mother was so ill and in so much pain for so long, I am at peace with her passing Francis.
Francis: I will pray for her. And we should talk about the regency that she left behind. You need to install someone to rule in your name. And you need to do so quickly. Nothing can cripple your country faster than the prospect of instability.
(Mary turns, and goes back to where she was praying and begins to light some candles as the conversation continues.)
Mary: I was going to reinstate my half brother James.
Francis: A Protestant.
Mary: James is both religiously tolerant and loyal to me.
Francis: Oh, so much so that his own Protestant supporters ousted him when he refused to turn on you. What makes you think that they would want him back?
Mary: They know I could easily appoint a Catholic regent. And they'd be foolish to defy me. Assuming, of course, James wants to be reinstated. But I plan on writing him a very convincing letter. (Noticing that Francis is staring at her.) Are you even listening to me?
Francis: You are so beautiful. If you could see what I see.
Mary: I'm quite happy with my view. (They share a passionate kiss.)
(In Delphine's chambers, she is busy folding her clothes for packing and Bash is in the room trying to convince her to stay.)
Bash: You don't want to stay at court?
Delphine: Where I was once nearly burned alive? No, thank you.
Bash: You're safe here now. As a show of gratitude for saving his life, Francis has pardoned you.
Delphine: For a murder I never committed. For witchcraft I do not practice.
Bash: And if you go, where will you live? The killer you pointed me to is still out there... stay. Help me capture this monster.
Delphine: And then?
Bash: And then people will not only accept you, they will laud you for your gifts.
Delphine: Will you? I appreciate all you have done for me. And I know you're trying to find a way to make me useful, but my abilities are beyond anyone's comprehension. Even yours.
Bash: I may not understand your gift, but I have experienced it. The night they tried to burn you at the stake, you came to me in what I thought was a dream. You told me about a ritual you did to bind us together. That's how I found you.
Delphine: It worked?
Bash: Since then I've been sensing things you've sensed and feeling things that you've felt.
Delphine: I wanted to bring us closer. I'm sorry, I had no right to do it.
Bash: No, you didn't. We were connected, Delphine, even before you cast your spell. I only wish you'd let things run their natural course.
Delphine: I will stay. But first, I will undo the wrong I have done. I will unbind us.
Bash: How?
Delphine: There's a ritual that will end our shared sensations. But it is not for the faint of heart.
(In the castle hall, Mary still dressed in her white gown gives an envelope to a messenger, as Sir Nicholas enters from behind.)
Mary: Please ensure this is delivered into the hands of my brother James, Earl of Moray.
Sir Nicholas: Wonderful news about the king's recovery.
Mary: Indeed it is.
Sir Nicholas: Though you have my condolences on the death of your mother.
Mary: Thank you. It is likely you are the only Englishman to express sympathy at the death of Marie de Guise.
Sir Nicholas: I may be the enemy, but I'm not without my manners.
Mary: The same can't be said for your Queen, Sir Nicholas. Considering the amount of pressure my mother was under from the English... pressure that I'm sure contributed to her ill health... it's not surprising Elizabeth didn't send her condolences.
Sir. Nicholas: What interests you more... words or actions? For Elizabeth has sent something along for you. Something momentous that would please even your late mother. The Queen of England has sent you a formal offer of peace.
(Mary has a look of total shock on her face as dramatic music plays.)
(On the castle green among the trees, Mary and Sir. Nicholas are walking and talking about the offer of peace from Elizabeth.)
Mary: Elizabeth doesn't seem to be someone who would admit defeat. Why is she presenting the peace accord now?
Sir. Nicholas: Elizabeth's Scottish cause is not popular amongst her nobles. My Queen recognizes it is time to end the fighting, and I know you do, too.
Mary: And what are the official terms?
Sir. Nicholas: French and English troops are to withdraw from Scotland immediately, thus ending the war.
Mary: Is that it?
Sir. Nicholas: You must also sign away your claim to the English throne. (They stop walking as Mary turns to look at him in surprise.)
Mary: Give up my birthright?
Sir. Nicholas: Those are the terms.
Mary: You knew this was a bad deal. That's why you came to me privately.
Sir. Nicholas: I came to offer you a piece of advice. Don't put too much stock in your royal English birthright.
Mary: I am the direct descendant of Henry VII. I have a legitimate claim to the English throne, beyond, or even Elizabeth's supporters say, behind Elizabeth's.
Sir. Nicholas: Which matters greatly, as you are married. You come with the promise of heirs who would ensure a smooth line of succession. However, you don't have children yet.
Mary: Elizabeth is not even wed.
Sir. Nicholas: The fact that she's choosy doesn't mean she won't be. When she marries, she could get pregnant like that. The moment she does, you lose your advantage. You'll get nothing in exchange. Despite her positive attributes, Elizabeth can be vindictive and impulsive. You've outwitted her twice, and yet she is offering peace. This accord represents a moment of equanimity that, no doubt, will be fleeting. I leave for England tomorrow. You have until sundown. (Sir. Nicholas walks away leaving Mary alone to think about the offer of peace.)
(In Francis and Mary's chambers, Queen Catherine dressed in a lovely navy blue gown with a matching crown in her hair is busy directing servants as they work redecorating the room, when Francis enters the room not too surprised at what his mother is doing.)
Catherine (To servant on a ladder): Remove all the bedding, all traces of the odious spirits that sickened my son. (Happily turning to her son): Francis, wait till you see the new window dressings. I'm gonna have all of the furniture recovered as well. Well, what do you think?
Francis: I think it's excessive, and I want you to stop.
Catherine: Well, your chamber needs to be bright and clean, romantic. The perfect place for a king and queen to make future princes and princesses.
Francis: Here I thought I was the one experiencing a new lease on life.
Catherine (Walking up to Francis): We thought we'd lost you forever, but then that remarkable woman Delphine saved you, and I'm so grateful. They're redecorating her chambers next. (Catherine lovingly straightens her son's collar.)
Francis (Taking his mother's hand): Be honest. There was a small part of you that coveted the regency, wasn't there?
Catherine: It's a good job for someone who's always right, to be sure. But as it turns out, many people quite despise me. I would never want to ascend to power if it meant losing you. (Lovingly strokes her son's face) For what is France without my Francis? (Catherine's attention is drawn to a servant stepping on small ladder with a painting as Francis turns around also.) No! St. Anthony needs to face the bed, not the door. (The servant bows as Francis gives his mother a curious look.) The patron saint of pregnant women. (Walking away leaving Francis to talk to the servant as he looks in her direction and smiles.) Be careful now. How many times have I told you?
(Seagulls cawing) (A boat is seen on the ocean, Mary is in this boat still dressed in her white gown struggling with the sail as it blows in the wind. Francis is in the boat with her trying to help keep the sail steady)
Mary: It's not moving. (Francis Gets up and sits right behind Mary putting his arms around her waist and guiding her hands on the rope)
Francis: Now, set your course. Tighten the sheet until the sail stops luffing. (Mary does this) There you are (Mary smiles happily) Now, see, your sails are trimmed correctly. You did it.
Mary: No, you did it. (Francis gets closer to Mary)
Francis: Well, that's not the way I'll remember it. (Music: Forever and always yours I'm yours plays as Francis and Mary enjoy their boat ride).
(Mary and Francis are now standing on the shore with their boat tying it and discussing the peace accord)
Mary: I'm never going to get the hang of this.
Francis: We have time for you to learn. And I'll teach you. Sailing merely requires focus. And I can tell that you're distracted. Do you want to talk about the accord? (They begin walking along the beach)
Mary: I know you're against me giving up my claim to the English throne. But it's a real opportunity for peace for Scotland. And to bring the French troops home.
Francis: You would be turning your back on all those who yearn to see a Catholic on the English throne. Your birthright is your most precious possession. Think twice before trading it.
Mary: You are my most precious possession. Our marriage, our life together. Not some hope that if a hundred calamities align, I might sit on the English throne.
Francis: You should not do this for me.
Mary: I'm giving up my claim for me. And for Scotland. To give James a fighting chance to rule as regent. In a time of peace, not war. Francis? I never want to leave you...If James rules well
Francis: You would never go home?
Mary: You are my home. France is my home. I've lived here since I was a child, and we...we've been given a miraculous second chance. (Quiet laugh) I won't waste it. Not a minute of it.
(Back at French Court: A guard opens the door to Queen Catherine's chambers as the happy Queen walks in with her plans for redecorating her son's room, the guard closes the door as she turns and is surprised to find Nostradamus in her room as he walks towards her.)
Catherine: My God. Nostradamus. I heard you were back. Decorum would dictate that my guests be announced. Even an old friend such as yourself. But I suppose, as you never said good-bye...
Nostradamus: I departed quietly after you left me in the courtyard, about to be drawn and quartered.
Catherine: I'm grateful to you for treating my son's illness. Let's not hold grudges.
Nostradamus: But many do resent you. I hear your battle to become regent has not been easy.
Catherine: Well, thankfully, that is a thing of the past. As my son's health has improved considerably. (Catherine begins looking at fabric samples as Nostradamus continues)
Nostradamus: I say this because I care about your children, not your aspirations. Your fight may not be over.
Catherine: Why would I fight to be regent when the king, my son, is alive?
Nostradamus: I spoke with Francis, who shared with me the moments before he died. They perfectly matched the vision I've always had about his death.
Catherine: Well, then your vision is true but incomplete. You didn't know the healer Delphine would revive him
Nostradamus: Perhaps. But there were other images I saw concerning Francis' fate. These were more strange and dreamlike.
Catherine: Tell me.
Nostradamus: There is a glade, a spring day and yet snow at the base of a tree. On closer reflection, the white is from fallen petals. And then there is blood spattered across some of the petals. Blood coming from above.
Catherine (Looking worried): A sky raining blood?
Nostradamus: I'm not sure. I always awaken at this moment.
Catherine: And this vision, this dream, it returns to you?
Nostradamus: It has, yes.
Catherine: Since the other prophecy was fulfilled, how many days since you've had this?
Nostradamus: I awoke from this dream just this morning. The threat has not passed, Catherine.
Catherine (Concerned): You're sure this is about Francis?
Nostradamus: Yes.
Catherine: Well, what danger does he face? What can he avoid?
Nostradamus: I'm sorry, but I cannot tell you what there is to fear.
Catherine: But he trusts you. You must warn him.
Nostradamus: Of what, exactly? The king basks in his resurrection. You are his mother. Perhaps he'll listen to you.
Catherine: I'm not sure that he will.
Nostradamus: Well, he must, for if he does not, I believe King Francis will die. (A look of horror come across Catherine's face)
(End of Act 1)
Act 2[]
(At French Court: In the castle meeting room there are 4 Nobles and 2 guards one of whom opens the door and lets Sir Nicholas enter the room and approaches Mary dressed in a beautiful brown and beige gown and Francis wearing matching colors who stand behind a large beautifully carved desk. Sir Nicholas places the Peace Accord on the desk as they sit down and Francis dips the quill pen into the ink and signs then passes the paper to Mary who hesitates for a moment before adding her signature then looking at Sir Nicholas with a small smile)
Nicholas: On behalf of Queen Elizabeth, I am pleased to announce that the conflict between our two countries can finally come to an end.
Francis: (Looking proudly at his Queen who returns his gaze): You have Queen Mary to thank for that. She's made a great sacrifice in the name of peace, giving up her claim to the English throne.
Nicholas: (Grateful and relieved): Thank you, Your Majesty.
Mary: Once Queen Elizabeth has signed this accord, (She hands the signed agreement to Sir Nicholas) we will make a public announcement at court, festivities included.
(Sir Nicholas smiles, bows and leaves as do the 4 nobles leaving Francis and Mary alone)
Francis (Taking Mary's hand): Well, I suppose you're going to have to settle for being the queen of two nations, not three. (A messenger enters the room)
Messenger: Your Majesty, the Queen Mother is insistent that she speak to you at once. (Francis has a curious look on his face as he looks at Mary and prepares to get up)
(Elsewhere in the castle in Delphine's chambers: She is squirting the blood of a squid into a bowl as Bash who is dressed in a robe nervously looks on )
Delphine: Shall we begin?
Bash: Yes.
Delphine: You will survive this, I promise you.
Bash: I'm trying to forget the alternative is an option. (Bash takes a deep breath as Delphine removes the robe and Bash steps into the bathtub, then Delphine takes the bowl and begins putting blood on Bash as she chants in a strange language and circling the tub)
Delphine (Sighs): Now (Bash takes a deep breath and goes under the water as Delphine places a small square board on top on him preventing him from sitting up as she appears to go into a small trance)
Delphine: (Gasps) (Groaning)
Bash: (Banging)
Delphine: (Groaning continues)
Bash: (Banging, muffled shouting) (Gasping as he finally sits up in the tub) For God's sake, you nearly drowned me. (he looks at Delphine with a slightly annoyed, confused look on his face)
Delphine: The symbols I painted on your body, they represented our shared connection. I had to wait for them to leave your body and reenter mine.
Bash: Did it work?
Delphine: Can you feel what I feel?
Bash: I feel nothing.
Delphine: Then it worked. 'Cause if you could feel what I feel, you would have a much different reaction.
(In Queen Catherine's chambers, she sits with Francis on an exquisite couch talking to her son about the conversation she had with Nostradamus)
Francis: A glowing tree? Droplets of blood on flowers? What does any of this mean?
Catherine: I'm not sure, but I thought you should know at once.
Francis: Know what, exactly? (Francis gets up to pour himself something to drink as his mother continues)
Catherine: The specifics don't matter. You're in danger.
Francis: How does this foretell my death? Does he see me in this vision?
Catherine: It's not always black and white. Some prophecies he sees clearly. Others are more symbolic. There's something ominous in your future. Your fever of the brain, it's only recently subsided. Your health is not yet fully restored. I'm your mother...you think I can't tell? (Catherine gets up and looks her son in the eye) Francis, please, I urge you to be safe.
Francis: How?
Catherine: (Sighs) Surround yourself with guards. Don't leave the castle.
Francis: I will not be confined. (Francis turns to walk away as his mother gets up and stops him)
Catherine: Only until he learns more.
Francis: Mother, I will not hide here waiting for a dream of my death. (Catherine sighs as she listens to him) I'm not being reckless, I'm living my life. And if you could see what I see...The colors, they're so much brighter than before, and every moment, every emotion.
Catherine: Your illness, all you've been through, it's changed you.
Francis: Well, I don't know, perhaps, but I do know that I want to spend every day sailing with Mary until the snows come, and I want to visit the Matterhorn and the Verdon Gorge, and yes, I will take every precaution along the way...if only for the sake of the people I love, including you. (Catherine sighs and looks worried as her son walks up to her) I know that you mean well. Your actions have always been motivated by your devotion towards me. (Catherine takes her son's hands into hers and kisses them) To all your children.
Catherine: To you most of all. I shouldn't have favorites. (chuckles) But you, my golden child, I can't lose you. I won't lose you.
Francis: But you cannot keep me in a cage, even one built with love. (Francis hugs his mother and gives her a kiss on the cheek leaving her with a smile on her face as he leaves)
(In the castle throne room Mary and Greer are standing in front of the steps watching as servants hang new tapestries on the walls)
Greer: Did you really sign away your claim?
Mary: It was the only way to end the war.
Greer: Well, I quite like the new banners. Who needs the English lion anyway?
(Francis enters the room coming up behind Mary and Greer)
Francis: Our bags are packed and our carriage awaits. We're going to Paris.
Mary (Turns surprised): I didn't know we had plans for Paris.
Francis: We didn't. But then I decided we should go. We have some dancing to do at the Louvre Palace.
Mary: It appears I must be going. (Mary looks at Greer with a big smile as she takes Francis' hand and walks away giggling happily as Greer looks on with a smile. A short time later we see Francis and Mary wearing their cloaks for traveling laughing happily as they head to their waiting carriage. They pass a small group of servants who curtsy, and then a young girl walks up behind Mary holding a bouquet of flowers)
Young Girl: Excuse me, Your Majesty (Mary turns and smiles when she sees the girl) I picked these for you when I heard your mother passed. I hope they make you feel better.
Mary (Accepting the flowers): Thank you so much. They do.
(Catherine is watching from her chambers, as her son and daughter in law get ready to leave, then she sees petals fall from Mary's bouquet of flowers
Catherine: (Looks worried): Fallen petals. (Catherine can only watch as the guard closes the carriage door as the Horse whinnies, the castle gates open and they ride off as she has a very concerned look on her face)
(End of Act 2)
Act 3[]
(In the woods, we see a carriage traveling along the road. in this carriage Francis and Mary are sitting together very much enjoying the ride.)
Mary (Snuggling next to Francis as he puts his arm around her): A trip to Paris. What a wonderful secret you've kept from me. Well, I have a secret for you, too. Do you want to hear it?
Francis: Mm-hmm.
Mary: I always knew we would be wed, even when I first returned and you were nothing but worry and reservations. I knew.
Francis: Did you, now?
Mary: Ever since I caught your eye, watching me dance with my ladies at your sister's wedding. Feathers falling from nowhere.
Francis: Well, I'm sure my mother ordered them. My sister was also quite specific. Don't you remember when we were children?
Francis: I did. I remembered. I'm sure I knew in that moment, too.
Mary: That we were fated?
Francis: I don't care for that word.
Mary (Noticing Francis looks worried): What is it?
Francis: It's nothing. Never mind. (Francis and Mary share a passionate kiss and begin making out in the carriage, suddenly while Francis is kissing her neck, Mary looks over his shoulders into the forest )
Mary: Francis Wait! Driver, stop here. (the driver brings the horses to a stop)
Francis: What are you doing?
Mary: I want to show you something. (a footmen, gets down to open the carriage door as Francis and Mary get out) There's a beautiful lake down in the forest. What do you say we go for a swim? We could leave our clothes on the shore and...
Francis: Wait for us here. (The guards nod and wait with the carriage as Francis and Mary hold hands and happily run off into the forest. They stop as Mary removes her cloak, soon they begin undressing each other and go for a swim in the lake after which they make love on the shore.)
(Birds singing)
(Meanwhile in the the woods, Bash and Delphine are walking and talking about the recent attacks that have occurred)
Bash: I'm taking you to the place the last attack happened.
Delphine: I'm not sure how helpful I will be.
Bash: Maybe something will spark a memory or define a feeling you had. Delphine, do you feel something?
Delphine: Yes. Such a chill. Anger. Fear. Over there. (She points to a large structure nearby that like a house)
Bash: Let's go.
Someone is likely in there.
Be careful.
It's empty.
It's all right. That's odd.
You sure we're in the right place? I'm certain.
There is evil here, murderous desire.
These marks. It looks like someone tried to open a door.
And where is the door?
What is it? I'm not sure. Vinegar.
It's a heart. A human heart. Three hearts, three murders.
That must have been what I was feeling.
The rest of the jars are empty.
I'd say he's far from done.
(Gasps) What is it?
It's going to happen again. Someone will die.
(Door opens) (Gasping) (Horse neighs)
Bash: Stop in the name of the king! What happened?
The horse is gone. He got away.
It was the killer I was feeling.
Was he tracking us? Were we seen?
I don't think so. This is fresh blood. Another kill.
Is he bringing another heart back to add to his collection?
A farm boy was killed not far from the barn shortly before we arrived. His heart was ripped out.
We were right. The murderer was returning with a new trophy.
Was it the boy's pain you felt?
No, I-I think I sensed the murderer's emotions. They are powerful urges, impossible to ignore. And far more intense than anything I have felt before.
Thank you for helping me.
Of course. (Gasping) Delphine? I'm going to go back to the carriage to get our lunch.
No, I'll go. Ah, not like that you won't. (Chuckles) You're still recovering.
You said yourself your head hurts.
You need to rest. I'll be right back.
He took another life. So soon after the last.
Are you sure? We angered him. I felt his rage as he ripped the heart from his victim's chest.
Are you sure you're all right? I've seen you absorb others' pain before. It never made you unconscious. Has something changed?
It doesn't matter. I want to help.
The unbinding ritual. Has it affected you in some way?
Are the feelings you experience stronger as a result?
Isn't that what we want?
Clearer signals that the killer is close? That he's about to strike?
I don't want you to suffer.
It was wrong of me to ask you to stay.
I want to help you.
I want to be around you. And I want to be with you.
You are the kindest, most selfless person I've ever known.
(Gasps) (Muffled scream)
Kill her in the cover of the woods, in case the guards come running.
(Muffled screaming)
(Branches snap nearby) Mary? (Mary screaming) Mary. Guards! (Grunting) Guards! Guards! (Gasps)
No! Francis! Stop it! No! No! Francis! Francis! (Grunting) Let him go. The other guards will find him.
(Muttering) Francis? Francis? Your head.
Can you hear me? Can you hear me? The king has been injured. Get help! Now! They're going to get the carriage, and we're going to go back to the castle. You're going to be all right.
No, I won't.
Francis. No,
we were meant to be happy, and we were, but I have another fate, predicted long ago.
No, no, no, no, no! We were given a second chance.
Well, maybe there is no magic but what we make for ourselves.
No, but Delphine... No. No more. No more. Please make sure that my son is cared for. That he knows that I loved him. And promise me that you'll stay in France until the future king... until he is safe and my mother is secured as regent.
Please. Francis, don't leave me.
Mary. No, don't... Promise me. Promise me you'll stay. I will, I will. I promise, I promise. I see... such beauty. Such beauty you have brought me. (Laughs) You must... You must wed again. You must love again.
I can't. I will never. I will never love anyone the way I love you.
I pray to God that you do. (Gasping) Francis! (Crying)
(Knocking) Enter. What is it? Speak to me. Ca-Catherine, it's Francis.
No. (Birds singing quietly) (Gasps) Queen Mother, it's... Mary...
No. That isn't Francis. He's gone.
I can't let him go.
Let go and hold onto me. (Mary sobs)
Mary (crying): No, Francis. (Sobbing)
Is your queen behind this?
Your Majesty?
Assassins attacked me. Francis saved my life, but now he is dead. And there is only one person I can think of who wants me eliminated.
Elizabeth has no motive.
You said that she was impulsive. You said that she was vindictive. Maybe this is revenge for all of the times I've outwitted her.
You gave her what she wanted when you signed the accord!
The only way I am no longer a threat to Elizabeth is if I am gone!
She is not behind this!
Was Francis an intended victim, too? Is she trying to destroy my alliance with France? Is that it?
I know you need someone to blame right now, but Elizabeth would never order the death of another monarch for fear that someone would dare to kill her. It's not a precedent she wants set.
She supported Condé's attack! She supported the coup, but what happened to Francis after that was up to the French.
Don't do anything rash!
I have been left with nothing! I will take back what is mine, and if you want to stop me, you'll have to kill me.
That doesn't change anything. You signed that accord.
It is your word against mine.
England has taken enough from me this day. (Sobbing angrily) (Screams) (Sobs) (Screams)
This is not how we were supposed to go to Paris. We were supposed to dance under the stars.
I can't believe he's gone.
He will live on... in your son.
Your Majesty, the assassin who got away has been captured.
Who is he?
Narcisse: A Scottish Protestant named Taron Hambleton. He's not one of Elizabeth's sympathizers. He's part of a radical sect of lords in Scotland who want self-government. When your mother died, he and his followers assumed that there would be instability. So before a regent could officially be appointed, they plotted your assassination. He was telling the truth all along. Would you like us to keep the prisoner in the dungeons?
Is there any more information you can get out of him?
No.
Then hang him.
You'll set sail for England within a few hours. I must face Elizabeth and tell her what happened with the peace accord.
I don't imagine the queen will be too pleased.
Mary will never sign the accord now.
Although, perhaps things can still work in Elizabeth's favor if she moves quickly.
Francis' death leaves Mary alone and vulnerable. There's nothing our queen likes more than an easy target.
I'm hoping that when I'm back... we can discuss your possible return to court.
I have no intention of staying.
I need you, Nostradamus. All my energy must go into the fight to become regent, and I can't do it alone.
You won't be. I can offer you one final prophecy. Only with the queen of Scots' help will you rule France. Good luck. Long life... God willing, Catherine.
Guard: Your Majesty... it's customary for the queen of France to ride in the first carriage.
Mary: I'm no longer the Queen of France.
(Door opens)
Leave us.
This no longer belongs to me.
I thought I wanted this back.
Perhaps you were right to hate me.
Nostradamus was right all along. I brought Francis' death, just like he predicted. Your son died saving me, and if I could do it all again, I would give anything that he may live. I'm so sorry, Catherine.
I don't blame you, child. Francis was his own man, who made his own choices. Long ago, he chose to love you. I see you as children so clearly now, as if it was yesterday.
(Giggling) (Laughing) Your love... it gave him so much joy. And that is what you must remember as you move ahead in this life.
Move ahead? I don't know how.
I'm confident that you will find a way. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but you will, Mary. You are so strong. So strong. (Seagulls calling) (Grunts) (Grunts)