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I found Henriette sitting in her salon, strangely quiet. "For God's sake, what is going on?" I searched her face, but I could not read her expression.
"We had to do it."
"Do what?" Confused, I tried to make sense of her words. "And who are 'we'?"
"Margot and I. The Queen Mother was right. There is a conspiracy. And it reaches far further than she suspected." Henriette's words were dull and emotionless. Even for my usually quiet and methodical sister, her behavior was a cause for concern.
"Henriette, tell me you weren't part of the conspiracy." The implication was too much for me to consider. I would not lose my sister. I would fall on my knees and beg the King for mercy before that happened.
She shook her head, "No. There are Bourbons involved, but I had nothing to do with it.
