have you seen the king?
cardinal richelieu, you surprised me. cardinal richelieu steps out of the darkness. he smiles.
my ride? well, i.  i'm not sure.
thank you. richelieu turns to the great map, speaks gently.
lonely. is that the same thing?
i'm not sure my new husband shares your opinion.
mostly, he is absent. i've barely seen his majesty since our wedding, and that was three months ago. whenever he's around me, he has nothing to say.
countries align more swiftly than people, i'm afraid. louis and i remain.  far apart.
but how can i?
would you like me to go? louis suddenly remembers the reason he's here. determin- ation breeds a more capable attitude.
you two should continue this discussion in private.
it seems to me that.  you're doing very well on your own.
barbarism.
are you surprised? she replies with contempt, reins her horse away from the square, the crowd, the executioner's axe. but constance freezes in place, eyes wide. as d'artagnan, upon the cart, rolls into view.
do you think about him all the time?
and when he's around, do your knees feel as weak as water?
and when he looks at you, do you suddenly forget how to breathe?
then you're in love.
who is he?
of course i will.
who?
the young man on the scaffold?
you're right. i don't believe it.
what an impertinent question.
my love.  is a matter of state. it's complicated. a sad beat. constance teases:
as queen, my mind touches on many subjects.
never.
i hope he will someday. i hope i will too. hold on anne for a beat.
constance, have you seen my?
cardinal.
you want my help?
on what matter?
your king.
of course. as your eminence has been kind enough to advise me.  it's the least i can do.
what do you mean?
no.
why?
it sounds as though he is concerned with more important matters.
i will speak to him. anne senses hidden agenda, intrigues below the surface. the conversation's conspiratorial tone begins to disturb her.
now, if you'll excuse me, i.
hungry, more likely.
i said nothing.
the cardinal expressed in confidence how much the celebration would mean to you.  both pause to consider the manipulation.
i do not trust him.
then we will discover the truth together. louis likes the sound of that. they step side by side toward the balcony. cut to:
thank you, d'artagnan. but the bracelet does not belong to me. it belongs to her.