Arrange for that as soon as possible.
I don't see why waiting.
As you wish, Your Highness.
And I still need you to resolve a few questions...
Afonso.
So, are you going to just stand there or are you giving me a hug?
You're alive!
Cássio.
- How's it possible? - It's a long story.
But now I need to see my grandmother. Where is she?
Not her.
My grandma.
When did it happen?
Last night.
How did this happen?
Since you're declared dead, her health worsened considerably.
Her delusions became more frequent, reason escaped her at any time of the day.
I had ordered a lady-in-waiting to be with her at all times, but...
For a moment, our grandma was alone.
Here.
We don't know for sure what happened.
Sometimes, she would come dangerously close to the window,
as if she'd seen something invisible to our eyes.
Or maybe she just wanted to end this nightmare, once and for all.
So, we don't know for sure if she was on her right mind or not.
And we'll never know.
A few moments, just a few moments earlier, and I'd have found her alive.
*murmurs unintelligibly* - Brother, you can't blame yourself for that.
It's not in your hands, or mine, or in the hands of anyone else.
Our grandma had a long life.
Not long enough for me to say everything I wanted to.
What did you have left to say?
Something in particular?
No.
On the contrary.
Little things.
A few words...
That, because of their simplicity, I didn't give them enough credit.
Now, I'll carry with me, for all my life, words that couldn't only have been said to her.
Montemor believes their prince is dead.
But he's alive and in front of me.
In front of you, but on the way home.
Perhaps it'll be a bit late.
What do you mean by that?
Wait.
Prepare everything immediately.
We shall leave as soon as possible.
Leave? To where, father?
The queen, my daughter.
Crisélia is dead.
Tomorrow will be her funeral, and I insist on our presence there.
So, brother, what really happened to you?
If you aren't back from the dead, you're back from somewhere else.
I was in Artena.
Artena?
When we're attacked at the forest, I chased one of the thief who tried to steal my horse.
He ambushed me.
I was wounded by an arrow.
Then I wondered lost through the forest.
Until I fell, powerless.
I was saved by a man and a woman.
Siblings who took me to their parents' house in Artena.
They gave me shelter and took care of me.
And due to my injure, I couldn't come back immediately.
At the same time, I decided not to tell them who I was.
After all, they were strangers to me.
At least in the beginning.
- Brother, I should've sent a message, found a way... - Afonso, what matter's that you are alive.
We need to tell the good news to the kingdom.
I'll give a speech.
Your Highness, everyone was invited to the castle's courtyard for the announcement of the queen's death.
I suppose it'd be the right moment to announce your return.
That's how it will be.
Of all the news I feared to give,
this is certainly the most painful.
The queen is dead.
However, at the same time I bring such sad news,
I also bring good ones.
Fate willed it, and when I say fate, I mean life,
because life is our destiny, same as death.
Therefore, life is death,
in the sense that, to die is necessary to be alive.
And vice-versa.
Anyway, all that to say that, Afonso, my brother,
is alive!
First, I'd like to ask for forgiveness
due to the troubles caused by the news of my death.
But, badly injured, I found myself unable to return to Montemor.
I come back in time, however,
to share the pain over my grandmother's death.
She carried within herself the dreams and conquers of her people.
Just like now, it dies with her a little of each one of us.
Not even the most dignified of men will be good enough for her legacy.
But new days will come.
Queen Crisélia...
will no longer be ahead, guiding us.
But she will be in our past, in our history,
filling our hearts with pride over everything that we are today.
- God save the King! - Save the King!
Save the King! Save the King! Save the King!
It's a shame prince Rodolfo won't rise to the throne, right?
What? Do you really think prince Rodolfo would be the best option for Montemor's king?
Of course not, but it'd be a lot more fun.
Mom, what did prince Rodolfo mean that
to be dead is necessary to be alive and vice-versa?
I have no idea, son. And neither does he.
Your Highness.
I would like to apologize...
for that small incident.
Your request is a tad exaggerated, duke.
Do you think it's too much to apologize?
No.
I think it's exaggerated to call small an incident that meant absolutely nothing.
Well, in any case, I'd like to return soon to our always so pleasant conversations.
Unfortunately, that won't be possible.
At least for now.
I leave to Montemor today with my father.
The queen has died and we'll attend her funeral.
I'm deeply sorry.
For the queen's death and...
for the absence, even if brief, of your company.
Careful, it's hot.
Do you want something?
Amália.
Despite what happened, I feel obliged to tell you.
Virgílio, please, we already said everything we had to say.
It's not about us.
It's about that man.
- He's not telling the truth. - Afonso.
He isn't who he says he is.
- Maybe that's not even his name. - What do you mean by that?
He's deceiving you, Amália.
- I know he's hiding something. -Virgílio, that's enough.
That's not your concern anymore.
You've nothing more to do with my life, what I do or don't do.
In whom I believe or don't.
That only concerns me.
Do you understand?
So, are you gonna order something?
You're too proud to admit you were wrong.
You prefer to spend the rest of your life waiting for an adventurer to return.
A guy who only took advantage of you and your family. And on the first opportunity, he took off.
- You don't know Afonso. - Nobody does.
- That's exactly what I'm trying to explain but you... - Virgílio.
You should go.
You're right.
I feel I'm wasting my time.
Our time.
I knew he wouldn't leave me alone.
- If only it's a case of broken heart... - Instead of wounded pride.
- It's only a matter of time. - Least we know how much time.
Well, let me get back to work. It's the best I do.
- Help me cut the vegetables? - Sure.
Brother, in light of our grandma's disease and my disappearance,
I know you were preparing to rise to the throne.
- What other option did I have? - Indeed.
I just don't know how much this perspective affected the future you imagined for yourself.
- Or how the idea of becoming king... - Afonso, I was only fulfilling my duty, not my destiny.
You're the king.
This place is yours.
And if there's anyone who could replace our grandma,
that person is certainly you.
Thank you, brother.
So...
It appears everything went south.
It's a shame.
A shame.
Come in.
Your Highness, excuse me.
The queen left this letter with me. To give it to you.
Thank you.
God Save The King.
- Your Majesty. - Afonso.
How is it possible?
- They said you were dead. - It's a long story.
Fortunately, it's all a misunderstanding.
Your Majesty.
- Rodolfo. - Your Highness.
Be welcomed to Montemor.
Forgive me, I don't have the words,
- but it's really a nice surprise. - It was a nice surprise for us as well.
- Please accept our condolences. - Yes, of course.
Our sentiments.
Your grandmother was a great queen, and a great woman.
I regret returning to Montemor at such a sorrowful time.
And I regret even more all the times I could've come but didn't,
abstaining, therefore, of many more moments besides Crisélia.
And that today would've been remembered with fondness.
Despite being only a few times with the queen, I also have pleasant memories of your grandmother.
Had I been present at such moments, I'd also have pleasant memories of Your Highness.
Well, the trip was long. I imagine you want to rest.
At my age, I needed a rest from the moment we left Artena.
- To the King! - The King!
Now, yes, we can say that aloud!
But what an amazing story.
A prince who didn't want to become king, another who comes back from the dead,
and a queen who jumps out of the window.
We can't say life is calm in Montemor.
But I hope things settle down now.
- As long as prince Afonso rises to the throne... - And why wouldn't he?
I don't know, everything changes all the time.
And between us, the story of his disappearance wasn't well explained.
I disagree, Olegário. It seems entirely plausible to me.
Surprisingly, but plausible.
- Romero, what do you think? - Me?
I think that...
- We need another round! - No, don't get up. This was the last one.
- What do you mean? - Are we out of beer?
Actually, Lupércio, we're out of water.
And without water, we can't make beer.
- So we've no other option. - Yeah...
Let's change to wine. After all, you don't need water to make wine.
Teodora! Wine!
So, that's it. Ironically, I was bedridden at your kingdom.
Well, what matter's now is that Afonso is back and entirely recovered.
Or almost.
What about the expedition? There was nothing at the Compras' hills?
As much as in the bottom of our old river.
God must've found better use for the water from rains. And far away from Montemor.
Lucky is your kingdom.
Where water... flows from the stones.
Nevertheless, we never relied only on luck.
Our adequate water use throughout the years has ensured us a bountiful and long-standing supply.
Absolutely, Your Highness.
The merit is yours.
Today in Montemor we pay the price of our negligence.
Oh, yes, our hope is to find water like the alchemists that turn any metal into gold.
But one capable of transforming anything into water.
But our treaty produces that same magic.
- It turns your iron into water. - It's true, Your Majesty.
At it turns our water into horseshoes, spoons and door handles.
My daughter doesn't agree with our iron use in Artena.
And what use would the princess make of the iron?
For what's normally used.
Weapon confection, for instance.
Why not?
I hope not with the desire to defend against Montemor.
Defend against Montemor?
Cália has other kingdoms.
And, with the major part of them,
we don't have such a prosperous relationship as that between my father and your queen.
Or, better put, there was.
But that shall be kept.
Certainly.
But I understand the princess.
Agreements are no more than words.
Be they written, said, or not.
Not that our words don't have value.
Not ours specifically. But my grandma's.
I mean, our. Our grandma. Not words.
Even because, our grandma can't give her word, but once it was given...
Well...A toast to the memory of my grandma. Our grandma.
Cheers.
I can't deny that I find your story somewhat curious,
a prince ready to become a king, suddenly he discovers that he will never do it.
But I understand that the joy of discovering your brother's alive is greater than any frustration.
It's not exactly a frustration.
I confess that, after a while, I got used to the idea of ascending to the throne of Montemor.
Even though I didn't want it.
I don't understand.
Why wouldn't someone want to become king?
Because it's not my on nature to sit on a throne, solving bureaucratic questions.
Especially in a kingdom like Montemor, where almost nothing happens.
What seduces me, dear princess,
is the clearing, the adventure. The conquest.
Besides that, what could I expect of the throne,
other than sitting on it and becoming an old and respected monarch such as your father.
Sorry for the old.
I understand your reasoning perfectly.
I am surprised to know that you think so.
And I really respect it.
Had my father a similar desire, Artena would be a much more prosperous kingdom.
The truth is that, despite its strategic position,
its resources and the bravery of its' people,
Artena isn't half of what it could be.
I see the princess has great plans for her kingdom.
Isn't that the best part of making plans?
We can make them the size of our dreams.
But tell me a little more about yourself.
I imagine that with such a restless and impetuous spirit,
the prince has been involved in several adventures.
Yes! Yes, yes, yes. Several times. Once,
I was ahead of a battalion,
- when we were surprised by thieves. - Like what happened to prince Afonso?
Yes, yes, yes. But in a much more disadvantageous position against dozens,
dozens, dozens, dozens of thieves armed to the teeth, princess.
Alone, I had to face eight.
Poor wretches, little did they know that, modesty aside,
before a sword no man stands for a long time.
I hope you'll excuse my daughter.
Catarina doesn't measure her words sometimes.
And ends up talking more than she should.
There's nothing to be sorry for, Your Majesty. The princess only spoke her mind.
Catarina believes that Artena is in danger at all times.
She feels threatened.
Therefore, this recurrent desire to arm herself.
Not that I'm completely against it.
I just think it's necessary to be cautious.
For the weapon that defends is the same one that attacks.
And when we are properly armed,
soon we begin to dream with new frontiers, new conquests.
It's human nature, isn't?
Your Majesty, allow me to ask,
but is the princess concerned about Montemor? - No.
As for that, you can rest easy.
I'm sure Catarina will always honor our agreement.
And she will always strive to uphold the peace.
Diana.
Virgílio. Do you want something?
Maybe a bit of clove.
Sure, I'll get it for you.
Virgílio, if you came here to talk about Amália…
No, no. I didn't come here to talk about Amália.
Because, in fact, I don't have anything to do with her life anymore.
I was passing by and I remembered that I needed to buy some spices.
I'll get some cinnamon too.
With all due respect, Diana,
A business such as yours deserves to look better.
Oh, you're talking about this?
Yeah, maybe.
It has been here for so long that I hardly remember it exists.
Yeah, but it shouldn't.
It's the first thing your customers see when they get here.
After your eyes, of course.
Don't worry.
I'll sort this out.
No need to bother.
It'll be my pleasure.
You can keep the change.
Thank you.
See you soon.
Your Highness?
It's time.
We thank you immensely for Your Majesty's and the princess' presence.
We hope to see you again soon.
But next time we shall meet at Artena.
I insist.
All of you will be very welcome.
Invitation to which I am already anxious...
For answering.
Have a safe trip.
Interesting...
I had only a vague memory of the king and the princess.
but I remember our grandmother giving him the most beautiful compliments.
And he is, indeed, a very good man.
Strange because I don't remember our grandmother ever mentioning the princess.
Indeed, whether it was a compliment or not.
What? Why wouldn't a woman like Catarina be praised?
Maybe for not knowing her very well, brother.
Remember that our grandmother was very keen on caution.
In fact, unlike you who, despite not knowing her well, didn't spare her praises.
Brother, in front of a woman like Catarina, praises will always, always, be necessary.
It's hard to believe that the princes came from the same womb.
Afonso seems to be a focused and insightful man.
Meanwhile Rodolfo...
What can I say about him?
Hard to believe is that Montemor almost had a king like Rodolfo.
Rodolfo wouldn't be the first or last inept ruler to command a great kingdom.
Truth is, my daughter, the fools never rule, despite believing it so.
The true owner of power is one who whispers in his ears the right words at the right time.
And does so with such skill that the fool truly believes
that he made his own decisions.
Well...
In any case, Afonso is back.
Therefore, there is no reason to worry about Rodolfo.
- Amália... - Hmm?
There's one thing I don't understand.
Didn't you have any doubts?
- Doubts about what? - About Virgílio.
Since you two started dating, didn't you ever think it could work?
Diana, I never loved Virgílio, you know that.
But you never thought that you could really like him one day?
Honestly...
I not only thought that one day I could really love him, I wished for it every day we were together.
When I met Afonso, I realized that it was impossible.
There I understood that it was something else.
Something I could never feel for Virgílio.
You're a lucky woman, you always've been.
Lucky? Why lucky?
No, nothing.
Are you saying that I'm lucky with men?
Is that it? And don't you?
First, I don't think it's a matter of luck.
It's more about our choices.
Meaning, I made terrible choices of boyfriends.
Maybe. But life is like that, anyway.
Sometimes we are right, sometimes we are wrong.
Looks like I messed up way more than I got it right.
Another thing...
I don't think Virgílio is exactly what we can call luck.
You don't.
But he's a very polite, hard-working man.
He's jealous, proud.
- Like most men. - And that's exactly why
I'm not interested in most of them.
You say that you don't believe in luck,
but the way Afonso entered your life was what, but a stroke of luck?
Diana, you can call it whatever you want.
I just hope that because you haven't yet found a partner,
you don't consider yourself unlucky in life.
After so many failed relationships, it's hard not to believe that's reality.
I didn't know that.
- When was that, Cássio? - The same day they arrived, after the meal.
Princess Catarina showed special interest in our army.
She asked me about the number of men, then the weapons and the Academy.
She didn't ask me anything about that.
Even though her extremely sharp look to everything and to all,
already revealed a special interest in our kingdom.
And what do you imagine is the reason for such interest?
It's hard to say.
But princess Catarina seemed to me like...
a woman who tried to contain her words at every moment.
A concern we only have when we don't want to reveal our thoughts.
What does the princess thinks about Montemor that needs to be so carefully concealed?
That's a question only the princess may answer.
In any case, the princess is not our concern.
- But the king and her future husband. - Your Highness,
there's another urgent matter to be addressed.
- Your coronation. - It's true.
We need to start prepping for the ceremony.
Arrange for whatever's necessary, Cássio.
As you wish, Your Highness.
Weren't for the grief over my grandmother's death, I swear I'd throw a party.
Fair enough, Your Highness.
Your brother's return needs to be celebrated.
Yes, my brother's return and my return to my good life.
A life where I don't need to learn how to fight, or history, military strategy and all that.
Thanks to Afonso, I'm a free man again.
- Free. Free to enjoy life's pleasures. - But Your Highness.
You were doing so well in your preparation.
I dare say Montemor would have the most well-prepared monarch in the last decades.
Or centuries even.
And I dare say you are right, but...
we need to have priorities in life.
And frankly, the people's well-being is not my main priority.
In any case, Your Highness, I agree with Orlando. Montemor lost a great king.
Indeed they lost.
Poor Montemor.
God save the king.
The King!
Your Majesty.
Your Highness.
My beloved grandson, I write to you now,
in one of my rare moments of lucidity.
And it's for being this lucid that...
I fear accepting your death.
My heart says I'm not writing in vain.
Just like your existence cannot have been in vain.
You have a mission to fulfill.
I don't believe you left without completing it.
It's unlike you, to leave things halfway.
I don't mean the throne or Montemor.
But your own life.
A life for which you'll have to fight, with all of your strength.
And even if this fight seems solely yours,
many will know the fruits of this victory.
At the same time,
an eventual defeat will rest solely on your shoulders.
In any case,
It'll be a fight you can't run away from.
It was a beautiful ceremony.
Beautiful and sad, as indeed it should be.
So in death, the wise and the fool will finally share the same destiny.
It's an old quote that always comes to mind in moments like this.
So, the Duke doesn't believe
that God reserves a special destiny to kings and queens?
Or that they may still be considered as such after death?
I highly doubt that, Your Highness.
Especially because, where there are kings,
there is war.
And that's not exactly my vision of Heaven.
And what good for is a Heaven where kings, princes,
soldiers, blacksmiths and beggars,
all have the same privileges?
This doesn't seem like Heaven to me.
But a true Hell.
With all due respect, Your Highness,
it serves to remind us that there's no time to waste in life.
And that each moment should be lived to the fullest.
And what exactly does the Duke mean by "lived to the fullest"?
I mean that each moment must be lived
according to the rules of our desire.
- Whatever that desire may be? - No...
Only the most mundane.
For truly entrancing desires,
these will never have any rules.
The wedding is near.
The duke only needs to wait a few more weeks.