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In late November, I had to take leave of both Catherine and Anjou as I settled into the Chateau Joinville to aid my sister in her lying in. "I only have one birth to recommend me," I smiled, referring to Princess Elisabeth, now a year old.
She waved her hand, "Don't worry—I usually go through the process quickly. More than likely, you'll be back in Paris in a few weeks."
"I have no plans to pack up and desert you." No matter what else, I wanted to use this time to connect with my sister. The months I spent as a guest at Henriette's home meant that our relationship overshadowed that of the one I had with Catherine.
I stood and walked over to the nightstand where Catherine's Book of Hours lay and I began to look through it. "The miniatures are beautiful." It was true, the artisanshi
