England does not look so different from Scotland. Aye. They are sisters. Queen Elizabeth… Your cousin Mary has returned to take up her throne in Scotland. The Queen! My dear cousin Elizabeth… I hope we might meet in person. That I might embrace you. But ruling side by side, we must do so in harmony Not through a treaty drafted by men lesser than ourselves. My dear cousin… Let our nations cherish each other as we would. Two kingdoms united. How did the world come to this? Wise man servicing the whims of women? Mary is our foe! We must never bow to her as we bow before you! You have the boldness to doubt my judgment? She is only your queen if I should not produce an heir. What is it like? To have a man? With heaven’s blessing… …we bring an heir to Scotland… …and to England. It is a clear provocation! We must make war in Scotland. So put your skills to use! Do not play into their hands! Our hatred is precisely what they hope for. I know your heart has more within it than the men who counsel you. You would do well to watch your words. I will not be scolded by my inferior! Your inferior? Are you afraid, Henry? No. Good. Because our swords are not just for show. We have a scourge upon our land. She’s a woman… With a crown Your beauty. Your bravery. Now I see there’s no cause for envy. Your gifts… Will be your downfall. Should you murder me… Remember you murder your sister. And you murder your queen.