What are you doing here?
Amália.
I came back to be in Artena for good.
You can't.
- You're a prince, Afonso. - No, not anymore.
I abdicated the throne of Montemor.
- You what? You can't! - It's done already.
I'm now this.
This, exactly this that is in front of you.
The Afonso you met in Montemor doesn't exist anymore.
There's no more throne, crown or subjects.
- Now it's me and you. - You can't do this.
- Amália, like in the... - You can't do this! You can't!
Amália, wait! Amália!
- Wait! Amália! - You can't.
- You can't do this! - Amália, wait!
Amália! Amália!
This is madness!
This can't be happening.
You were right.
There's no other way for us to be together, to be happy.
- I made this decision... - Exactly that.
You made this decision alone.
You gave up your life, your family's tradition, your kingdom, your castle, because of me?!
I did what had to be done.
I am certain of my decision.
Afonso...
Do you have any idea how heavy that weights on me?
The price you paid is too high.
Maybe not now, but at some moment this decision of yours...
This cost you a lot.
You gave up everything. You gave up your life.
At some moment, you'll demand this from me.
Amália, listen.
Never.
I'll never make any demands, or blame you for what I've done.
My brother will never understand.
My friends will never understand.
But the truth is that I didn't lose all I had. On the contrary, I gained.
For the first time, I feel like I'm a part of my own life, Amália.
For the first time, I don't know how tomorrow will be.
If I will have food, or a roof over my head.
For the first time, I'll have to work to survive.
And nothing scares me. Because now we...
We are together.
But you have to believe in me.
Only you.
Because, otherwise,
if you doubt it, then I'll have to admit I made the wrong decision.
That I made the greatest foolishness a man can commit.
That can't be true, father.
It's not easy to believe.
But those are the facts exactly.
After abdicating, Afonso left Montemor.
And he did so without taking anything.
- And where did he go? - To closer than you could think.
Artena.
How?
- Afonso will live in our kingdom? - And here he shall live as a commoner.
As a commoner?!
But it only gets worse.
And is there any explanation for such insanity?
A woman.
He left everything for a woman.
What type of man does that...
A man in love.
A man capable of giving up the greatest treasures
in exchange of the most precious of all jewels,
the love of his beloved.
With all due respect, Marquis, but I imagine that as the prince,
Afonso could've easily found other options.
When he says "other options",
does the Duke refer to other women?
On the contrary, Your Highness.
I meant that Afonso should find other options to remain with his beloved,
without abdicating from his kingdom.
The two things don't need to be mutually exclusive.
No. Probably not.
But we don't know the facts well enough to reach any conclusion.
Frankly...
There are no facts that justify such madness.
- Unless he... - Unless?
Unless Afonso's reason to live in our kingdom isn't that one.
And what would that be?
Maybe getting to know Artena better.
Watch closely the life around the castle.
- Our weapons, our water source. - My daughter...
Do you really think Afonso is doing all that to spy on us?
- Isn't your imagination getting carried away? - Perhaps.
But I prefer to imagine too much than to be caught unprepared.
Well...
In any case, I want Afonso found and invited to the castle.
I would like to put myself at his disposal for whatever he needs.
Your Majesty.
Think carefully, father.
My suspicion isn't that ludicrous when compared to the story we've been told.
Oh, love.
Love that moves mountains.
Love without measure, but bigger than everything.
Love that blurs our reason.
Love that enraptures us, and that transforms life.
Your Highness?
Duke?
Prepare!
Set!
Fire!
Next group.
Incredible. It's hard to believe that you're really here.
And now you're a student.
You should've seen your father's face when I said I wanted to be a soldier.
He didn't tell me anything.
I think until the last minute he didn't think I would come.
Selena.
What did you think about your first day?
A little bit harder than I thought, captain.
Maybe I should take it easy with you.
I wouldn't like to receive special treatment.
I can't be the only student who complained after the first day.
You bet you aren't.
After my first day here,
I stayed one week at home bedridden.
In any case, you were very good.
But if for any reason,
if you at any moment think the school isn't what you imagined,
or that you won't make it,
please talk to me.
He really thinks I will give up, right?
He just needs time
to get used with the idea of a woman here.
He and all other students.
So, how was it?
As I had imagined.
My father couldn't pronounce one single word.
I think he'll need some time
before getting used to the fact his daughter
met a blacksmith
who later became a prince
and who now is a commoner.
And as a good commoner,
tomorrow I'll start looking for a job.
And you have something in mind?
No.
Not yet.
Funny.
Funny because...
Despite having seated here other times, now I feel as if
- it's the first time. - But it is.
It is, in fact, the first time, Your Highness.
The first time as the legit and definitive heir of your grandmother.
I see before my eyes the birth
of a new era to Montemor.
The beginning of a reign
that will be remembered for centuries
- as the most thriving... - Enlightened.
- Fortunate. - Venturous.
- Opulent... - Enough.
Enough, enough.
'Cause the reign begins only with the king's coronation.
And we need to talk about it: my coronation.
You're right, Your Highness.
Actually, there's a certain progress about this.
Prince Afonso ordered the preparation of a ceremony rather...
Discreet. Modest.
Well. Then so be it.
On the other hand, I don't see why being so discreet.
After all, it's not every day a king rises to the throne.
No, about this matter, you're right.
Besides, a coronation ceremony
deep down is the reflex of a king's soul.
It's true...
And my soul must reflect something more ostentatious.
Your soul must reflect Montemor's glory.
Yes!
The ceremony must be glorious.
- The greatest ever seen. - The most flamboyant.
Yes, yes! I want a ceremony nothing less than flamboyant!
All Montemor's allies will witness
- your magnificence. - This! Invite them!
All of them!
- That's how your acclaim must be celebrated. - Yes!
We need to party! We need to celebrate!
I want Cália's best wine!
Everyone should drink and eat a lot.
Ahhh....
My attire!
I want my attire to be embroidered with gold thread.
I also want a scepter.
A scepter engraved with diamonds,
and emerald and ruby!
And I must arrive to the ceremony
in a carriage drawn by eight, seven, twelve, thirteen,
twenty seven horses!
White ones!
And also, I want my mantle...
Afonso!
Your Highness.
Afonso,
I confess that deep down I cheered you weren't found in Artena.
And what we heard was nothing but a misunderstanding.
If what Your Majesty heard is about my abdication,
then yes.
Your Majesty heard the truth.
As well as if you heard that I intend to live in your kingdom as a commoner.
Then yes, you heard the truth.
We were also told
that Your Highness...
Forgive me.
That you did everything out of love for a woman.
That's also true.
In all my life,
which is a long one,
I never heard of an act so...
- Foolish? - Selfless.
I comprehend my decision causes this:
interpretation as diverse as you both showed now.
Rave,
passion,
folly...
Deep down, I believe them all to be suitable
to describe what I did.
Or perhaps
there isn't an adequate word to describe your gesture.
In any case, Afonso,
I don't need to understand your gesture in order to respect it.
And I want you to know you can count on me
to anything you need.
As a matter of fact, I imagine that everything he could eventually need
was just what he abdicated.
Your Highness is right.
I had much more than I needed.
And now I have only what I desire.
A woman by your side.
Not a woman.
But that woman.
Well then.
As I've said before,
we don't need to comprehend your reasons.
I hope you're happy with the choice you made.
And I'm sure you'll be well received in Artena.
Your Majesty.
Your Highness.
Even if he's telling the true,
I confess I can't feel the same respect you claim to feel.
I still find this a terrible foolishness.
Especially because passions,
even the most rapturous,
end one day.
I believe Afonso knows this, my daughter.
He's far from being a naive man.
But kingdoms, gold, glory...
All one day will also end.
God Save the King.
Today we'll start the training
of wrestling techniques.
You can split up in pairs.
Rest calm because I'll take easy.
Why would you do this?
Well. Isn't this what Ulisses does when training with you?
Yeah, I think you're only used to play of wrestling with Ulisses.
This, however, is an actual training.
So. What do you think?
I-I-I-
Hm, now it seems to me...
Er, apparently,
how can I say it?
- It's a painting, yes? - Yeah...
- That portrays indeed an image. - Yes.
Yes.
- And you, Orlando? What do you think? - Me?
I completely agree with Petrônio.
Yes. But do you like the painting or not?
Er, well, precisely, I was just looking at it now through another angle,
And I think I could say-
- I think it's WONDERFUL! - Wonderful!
- Wonderful. - Wonderful...
- It's a masterpiece. - Yes.
- It's splendid! - Splendid because it's exact. Exactly...
like Your Highness's exuberant profile.
Your Highness's piercing eyes,
the glow of your skin, everything is portrayed there.
Great, great. Well done, painter.
Well done. Congratulations!
Thank you, Your Highness.
In case you need of my services again, I am at your disposal.
What do you mean by "again"?
You can start right now to paint the other portraits.
Forgive me, but... the other portraits?
The others.
One in which I appear riding my horse.
And another one in which I appear leading a battle
of Montemor's army.
And then one in which I appear tackling a wild tiger with my own hands.
Well, I want everything that's part of my routine to be on record
through paintings.
Er, er...
Your routine.
Sure, as Your Highness wishes.
This way the next generations will look to these paintings
and they will know exactly who was the real king Rodolfo.
- I did my best for you. - Amália!
- So...? - Nothing.
I don't know, it could be only a feeling, but...
it seems people are uncomfortable in working with...
- A prince? - A prince.
Anyway, I still have left some people Tiago suggested.
I think it's only a matter of time
until people get used with your presence.
- All right? - Maybe.
It's just I'm not willing to sit still waiting for this to change.
I will get one job.
- I know. - I will.
I know!
I always knew...
Virgílio, please. I don't want to argue.
I always knew there was something wrong with him.
But I could never imagine he'd be the Crown Prince of Montemor.
But I knew he wasn't who he claimed to be.
He wasn't. But now he is.
Now he's exactly who he claims to be.
Frankly, Amália...
How long do you think this will last?
What do you mean by that?
The obvious.
I mean the obvious.
In a while, he'll miss the comfort
of his royal bed, his bountiful and well-prepared food.
The servants' flattery.
You don't know Afonso.
What about you? Do you really know him?
Because not very long ago you only thought you knew him.
You know, Amália...
I wonder if Afonso knows himself well.
But with a few days of hard labor...
the lack of money...
soon the real Afonso will make an appearance.
Maybe he isn't who you think he is.
That was the same excuse you gave me last week!
If you had told me you'd take so long to make this sword,
I'd have hired another blacksmith.
Sir, you need to comprehend, a sword is made of steel.
But also patience.
What are a couple of days compared to a whole life?
That's the time the sword will be with you.
I'm done with those excuses!
I'll take back the coins I gave you as advanced payment.
But also some more coins because of the damage you caused me.
You can't do that!
Who will stop me?
Hey.
Leave this man alone.
This is none of your business.
Take only what's yours by right.
I know very well what my rights are.
- How much do you own him? - Four. Four coins.
You have more than enough there.
Go!
Are you all right?
Thank you for everything.
That's the sword he ordered.
And how long would you take to finish it?
It's hard to tell.
Each sword has its own time.
But I have to admit that, despite that, with my age...
that its' time is slower now than it should.
In a short time, nobody will trust my hands to make a sword.
Maybe I...
I could help.
Do you know the blacksmith's craft?
No.
I mean, not enough. But I can learn.
Give me your hand.
Those don't seem like a blacksmith's hands.
But they are the hands of a man with good character.
I can't pay you much.
There's no problem. I accept whatever you, sir, can pay.
Very well.
Come back early tomorrow.
It might not seem like it,
but there's a lot to learn.
- I got it! - What?
- A job! - My loooveee...
What good news!
Where? Where did you get it?
Josafá, the blacksmith.
- A blacksmith? - Yeah!
I knew you'd get something.
So, how are the arrangements for my coronation coming?
It's all going quite perfectly.
It'll be the most exuberant ceremony ever seen in all Cália.
And a messenger just confirmed king Augusto's presence.
Great. Great. I imagine the princess will come too?
Oh, certainly!
And remember: the partying should last 3 days.
And that we must not save on food and much less on wine.
I have bad news.
Tell me the good ones before.
Unfortunately, I only have bad news, Your Highness.
Well, then tell me it at once!
What can I do?
Like we predicted, Your Highness,
the harvest this year is a disaster.
So?
I fear that very soon we'll have to ration the food.
Like turnip, beet and even...
You came to talk to me about food rationing
just before my coroation?
But something needs to be done.
We need more water to increase the fields' irrigation.
Then... let's lessen the water to town, so the fields will have more water.
Forgive me, Your Highness.
But the town people's situation is already delicate.
I know. But if they are going to eat less because of food shortages,
they will have less thirst.
So they will need less water.
Doesn't it make sense?
A brilliant argument, Your Highness.
It's admirable how Your Highness
has the ability to find practical and efficient solutions.
Problem solved.
It makes no sense that such a beautiful lady has never been engaged.
What makes no sense is thinking that beauty
is a prerogative for a woman getting married or not.
Of course, what I was saying was...
After all, there are things more important than beauty.
Such as money.
So besides beautiful, you're also witty.
The truth, duke,
is that there only two reasons to justify marriage:
it serves as an diplomatic agreement between the kingdoms involved or...
Or?
Sorry,
I was mistaken. There are only one reason.
So you, my lady, consider that love
isn't reason enough for the union of two people?
The truth is that we can have love many times through life.
While marriage we can only have one.
Which I consider very little.
And as I'm not a woman to be satisfied by little...
It seems like the duke savored a very pleasant stroll alongside my cousin.
Yeah...
Your cousin is a companion...
extremely nice.
Very well, duke.
I think it's better to get straight to the point:
I'll leave soon to Montemor to attend Rodolfo's coronation.
And I'd like to already
warn you to keep the proper and respectful distance from my cousin.
I don't understand it.
You understand it perfectly.
I know you and my cousin well enough
to be aware this type of warning is necessary.
By the way, this isn't a warning.
But a threat.
Therefore,
be careful, duke.
There's much to lose.
Especially for you.
I heard through town that in two days there will be your brother's coronation.
Yeah... I know.
And you don't intend to go to Montemor?
At first I thought I would go.
Then I thought it'd be better to stay in Artena.
My presence in Montemor could attract attention and
raise questions that were already answered.
So...
It'll be better for Rodolfo and I if I don't go.
After, I'll write him a letter explaining everything.
And wishing him luck.
It may seem selfish of me, but I confess
that I prefer you here by my side than anywhere else.
What happened?
Where's the prince?
- It's best if you see with your own eyes. - The ceremony should've already started.
We don't know what else to do.
- I fear the ceremony will have to be postponed. - That makes no sense!
Some of the guests came from very far.
I don't want to. I can't!
I can't. I don't want to. I can't.
Apparently, His Highness is having a nervous breakdown.
He refuses to be crowned.
GO AWAY FROM HERE! GET OUT!
LEAVE ME ALONE!
GET OUT!
A long and perfect night.