I’m not sure I’d call it a reliquary since I do not believe she has been canonized. It’s more like an old fashioned version of a modern urn. This sort of thing, dividing up the remains, was not uncommon among the upper class.
This was probably the inspiration for the famous song “I left my heart in Thomas-Dobree museum in the western French city of Nantes”.
Reminds me of the story my dad told me. My grandfather flipped houses as a way to supplement his retirement. Occasionally, the home would be fully furnished.
Well, one home was just that; fully furnished. My dad was helping my grandfather clean up noticed a beautiful, ornate jar sitting on the fireplace mantel. He thought that it must have money in it or maybe jewelry because it rattled he shook it. He tried to open it up but the lid was too tight and so he finally gave up. Turns out it was a burial urn for a friend or family member of the previous owners. My dad didn’t say way happened to it.
The light shines
It’s getting hot on my shoulder
I don’t mind,
This time it doesn’t matter
‘Cause your friends,
They look good and you look better
Don’t you know all night I’ve been waiting for a girl like you to come around, ‘round, ‘round?
Under the lights tonight
You turned around, and you stole my heart
With just one look, when I saw your face
I fell in love
It took a minute girl to steal my heart tonight
With just one look, yeah
I waited for a girl like you
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7z10mhjmFnY
Romantic thieves stole Anne’s heart.