The days after the royal feast had been boring. The King hadn't bothered to grace them with his presence, he simply sent unwanted gifts that Catherine cast to the side, yet again. Jest hadn't visited her either, though a few times in the late evening she could've sworn she heard the rustle of leaves and a caw of a bird outside her window.
Cath sat at the table, attempting to enjoy her breakfast, but over her parents bickering she hadn't the heart to work up an appetite. Her father sat across from her mother, obviously not interested in their petty squabble as he tried to read the paper scrolled across the large table. Catherine sat in the middle of it all, glancing towards her mother as she consistently whined about irrelevant matters; simple gossip that had spread throughout the kingdom that no one truly cared about.
Cath let out an exasperated sigh and stood up. She politely excused her self, feigning a stomachache. Her father looked jealous as she walked away, wanting to do the same. He sighed and focused his gaze back to the paper that stood before him.
Cath went to her fathers personal library, grabbing a few books that piqued her interest as she approached the shelves. She soon walked out, books in hand, planning out her day. It was currently 9 am, and Cath decided she'd read until 12, and soon after that start experimenting with a peppermint pudding, perhaps, or some type of muffin using a bit of the remaining white roses she had left.
Catherine opened the door to her room, and closed it behind her. She walked over to her window, naivete tugging at her, drawing her to see if the court Joker was anywhere in sight. Her hands hovered over the window sill, debating whether or not she should look out. Part of her hoped he'd be there, and the other half knew he wouldn't, he had a job to do, after all, and she'd just look silly with her head hanging out of her window.
Hesitantly, she walked away, shaking her head as she felt the heat of a blush rush up her cheeks. It was silly, really, the fact that her every thought consisted of Jest. But she simply couldn't deny the twinge she felt in her heart whenever he appeared. She'd only hope that the Joker shared the same thoughts. She was in love with the court Joker. A forbidden love, at that.
Cath sat around the rest of the day, baking every now and again. She thought about ways to discourage the King and his courtship, heard news of the Kings next event from her parents, too. As well as gossip with Cheshire; it was a fairly uneventful day.