Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Had we known, we might have come sooner.

Your Grace. Lady Rochford is here to see you.

Well, I shall not.

- Silence! Damn you. - Let go of me.

...as a gentleman of the Privy Council.

Welcome at court.

Can I bring you something?

Your sister, though, is thriving.

Yes, more than once.

Finds a few moments each day for himself.

You hardly know me.

Perhaps now you know how it feels to be deceived by your sister.

We must influence him in our favor with whatever means we have.

A life in the country, alone with your child.

I am to become an earl, your brother a viscount.

Well, that's how it will remain. Forever.

I beg you, Father, no.

- Despite his best efforts. - What? And not yours?

The king as good as gave me his word.

Stillborn, Your Majesty.

And then you betrayed me over Henry Percy.

It was my fault.

I would not presume to interfere in affairs of state.

Mary, you risked your life coming to court...

Tomorrow there's the hunt. You must excel at that.

You will take care of that matter?

Bury it. Get rid of it somehow. On the fire with it.

The child is strong.

And I could give myself to you fully...

But you cannot undo what has been done before God.

The marriage of a senior noble is a matter of the state.

Spare my sister.

Divert him. Beguile him. Enchant him.

So our debts are paid, and more.

How could I ever trust you...

And what if you were to look on the bright side, just once?

That women can be the match of men?

- Guilty. - Guilty.

- Or dressmaking? - No.

I have to tell Father. For her own protection.

Don't resist this.

Because compliments in your family are usually for someone else.

It's done. It's done, Your Majesty.

And what if he doesn't like her?