Chapters (68)
- Cover
- Dedication
- 1853
- PART I
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- 1854
- PART II
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- FIFTY
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
- FIFTY-THREE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- FIFTY-FIVE
- FIFTY-SIX
- FIFTY-SEVEN
- FIFTY-EIGHT
- FIFTY-NINE
- SIXTY
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Sisi laughed, and Helene’s heart went light as a feather. It was the first time in so long that they’d joked like this. They’d been in the same house, as always, but Sisi had felt so far away—never showing up for lessons, always disappearing into the mountains. Did Sisi miss Helene as much as Helene missed her? Did she understand how much Helene wanted her to step up, to behave as a lady of the court would, so that Helene didn’t have to face it all alone?
“Sisi, I’m worried about you.” Helene caught her sister’s gaze and held it. “I’m worried that you’ll get lost.”
Sisi paused, surprise nudging her eyebrows upward, then waved a hand dismissively. “You don’t have to be. You know me—thick-skinned.”
“No, you aren’t.”
They both paused a moment, then Helene extended her arm, reaching for the diary. Another olive branch. “Show me.”
Elisabeth let her take it, and Helene read out loud:
Swallow, lend me your wings
Take me to a faraway land
When I float
Free
With you
Up there in the eternal blue firmament
Then I will praise the God of freedom.
It was good. Though they were always good. That wasn’t the problem. Helene handed the journal back. “Don’t let Mother see you with this.”
She said it lightly but hoped Sisi understood her full meaning.
Her sister stared back, deadpan in a way that usually meant a jest was coming. But Helene was relieved at the next words. Not a jest: a promise.
“I’ll behave. I’ll be invisible. You have my word.”
Helene let out a long breath, relief warming across her skin. But before the relief could fully sink in, Sisi winked suggestively, turned to the window, and spit extravagantly out of the carriage.
Helene felt her mouth drop open as Sisi put on her serious face again. “From now on.”
NINE
BY THE TIME THEY ARRIVED AT THE KAISERVILLA IN BAD Ischl, Mother was awake, and the carriage felt like it had shrunk by half. Elisabeth couldn’t wait to be out of it.
Helene must have felt the same. She was grinning ear to ear when they stepped from the coach, her eyes sparkling with excitement as her gaze swept the elegant villa.
Elisabeth took it all in too: the rustling green trees and iron lampposts artfully placed around the drive, the warm pink stone of the building’s exterior. In the center of the drive, children and giant fish had been carefully carved into a stone fountain, water cascading joyfully over them as they laughed and played. Elisabeth had half a mind to join them.
But before she could give in to the temptation, Helene took her hand and led her from the drive, past cheerful blue shutters, and into the Kaiservilla.