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"I can't tell you how happy I am for you," Elisabeth gave me a warm hug, uncharacteristic of royalty, but very much in line with the warm woman standing before me. "By all means, sit. You should take it easy until the child comes."
"Don't make too much of a fuss over me." I almost felt guilty for giving her my good news, given the dark circles that appeared daily under her eyes. The king's illness progressed despite an extensive list of physicians who tried to give him relief. Physically and mentally, his body was breaking down. The queen spent countless hours at his bedside, in prayer and tending to him, yet none of her efforts had come to anything.
"The Queen Mother sent to Italy for more experts to help my husband, but I fear that it's for nothing. He keeps telling me to send for
