“Kind of you to join us, Cathy.” John mused over an array of teas and midmorning refreshments. The hour was late – John had already been on a horse ride and seen to numerous duties in town – when Catherine descended the staircase and met him in the breakfast room. The previous evening’s festivities had kept her out late, and John, who didn’t attend the soiree, was curious to know how things went. Catherine was new to court, and try as he might to trust in her sound judgement, he oft worried for his sisters, especially the younger of the two. If tragedy could befall a woman as clever, and as seasoned in court, as the Princess of England, he could only imagine what would trip his younger sisters. “I trust you are well rested from last night?”
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