:18:06
If you don't close your legs,
the whole court will laugh.
:18:14
Leave us.
:18:22
Are all lovers like him, Aida?
:18:25
No, my child, no.
:18:30
Tonight I'll paint your nipples
and your lips with henna.
:18:35
I want you to drive him mad.
:18:43
October 1497.
:18:48
Death has begun
to trace out its plans
:18:51
by stealing the life ofJohn,
:18:53
the firstborn of
the Catholic Monarchs.
:18:57
Fate will still have to cut short
another four lives
:19:01
before making Joan into
the heiress to the crown of Castile.
:19:15
It's a girl!
:19:19
Meanwhile, at the court in Brussels,
:19:22
life was forcing its way through,
:19:24
thanks toJoan's abundant fertility.
:19:29
Your daughter.
:19:35
She will be called Eleanor.
:19:53
Majesty.
:19:59
Sire, it was a very easy birth,
and very beautiful.