"About the late Queen Helen…" Catherine asked hesitantly, her brows knitting together as curiosity gnawed at her.
From Missy's confession earlier that night, she had only pieced together one truth, that Eleanor had framed Queen Helen for adultery.
But the rest remained a blur.
"The matters of the late Queen are none of our concern," Emilia replied calmly, her tone firm but measured.
"The King will deal with it."
"Ah… I see," Catherine murmured, clearly unsatisfied, though she did not press further.
At the very least, the thorn that had lodged itself painfully in her flesh for months had finally been removed.
Eleanor was gone, and for now, she could breathe and focus on the other thorn.
Catherine's gaze shifted from Louis to Bianca, her curiosity sharpening as she sensed an unspoken exchange between them.
She longed to ask questions, but restraint held her tongue.
Instead, she shot Louis a sharp glare.
He, however, refused to meet her eyes, his expression unreadable.
