Catherine sat stretched out on the lounge, reading when her guard opened the door and let Kenna in.

"You called for me your majesty?" Kenna said, obviously worried.

"Mm yes, could you hand me that bowl of grapes please." She said, pointing and not taking her eyes off the page. Kenna looked confused.

"You called me here to get you a bowl of grapes?" She asked. Catherine rolled her eyes and looked at her as she placed the grapes on the table next to her.

"Of course I didn't call you here to hand me grapes." She said. She pointed to the desk. "There's a list of things I'd like you to do on the desk." Kenna walked over tentatively and picked up the list.

"Bring your lunch, deliver your laundry...clean...out...chamber...pots..." Kenna looked sick. "Isn't there a servant that does that?"

"Yes, but as it turns out the poor thing hadn't had a day off in three years. So I need someone to fill in." She said, again not looking away from her book.

"Why does it say pots...as in more than one?" Kenna questioned.

"Because that particular servant is responsible for this entire wing of the castle." She said, looking very pleased with herself.

"The entire wing?" She asked.

"Yes. A hundred rooms...give or take." She clarified.

"A hundred rooms?"

"Are you going to repeat everything I say to you as a question? Because that could get rather irrigating." She said sarcastically.

"No. Of course not." She turned to look at Catherine's chamber pot. "Where exactly do I...empty them at?" She said, wrinkling her face in disgust.

"I have no idea. Why don't you ask one of the other servants. I'm sure they would be more than happy to give you some tips." She suggested while flipping a page. "Oh and make sure you get the food and the laundry first, I don't need you getting crap all over them."

"Yes your majesty." She said, as she started to leave.

"Kenna." She said.

"Yes." She said in an irritated tone.

"Curtsy." She reminded. Kenna did as she was bid. Catherine still did not look up from her book.

"You weren't even looking." Kenna whined. Finally she looked up, eyebrows raised.

"I'm sorry did you also want me to applaud afterward?" She said sarcastically.

"No. It's just, what's the point in a curtsy if...never mind. I shall be back shortly." She bent into another curtsy. "Your majesty." She said pointedly.

When Kenna came back, she was carrying a tray of food.

"It's about time. Bring it here." Catherine said, putting her book down and sitting up. Kenna set the tray on the table next to her. She curtsied again and started to go.

"Wait. Come back here." She said after taking a bite. She turned around. "This food is cold. Take it back."

"It was hot when they gave it to me, I made sure." She said.

"Well perhaps if you hadn't taken so long to get it here, it would still be that way." She argued.

"I brought it straight here." Kenna explained.

"Are you arguing with me? Bring it back. I want my food hot." She started getting angry. Kenna sighed and picked the tray back up.

"My apologies majesty." She said and went to leave again.

"And don't try to spit in it. I'll know. I have fired three servants for doing the same." She said picking up her book again. Kenna turned around and rolled her eyes. Then Catherine realized what Bash meant about hearing her roll her eyes. "Stop rolling your eyes at me." She said.

"How did you...?" She asked.

"The same way I'll know if you spit in my food." She said.

Catherine was eating her lunch, when Bash came in. He kissed the top of her head and sat next to her, stealing a bite off her plate.

"How's the new servant working out for you?" He asked.

"I'm not sure, she hasn't gotten to the chamber pots yet." She said.

"You're having her clean out chamber pots?" He asked as she smiled devilishly. "You are cruel."

"Am I?" She asked.

"Definitely." He said leaning in and kissing her. Just then, Kenna came in carrying a large batch of Catherine's laundry. Kenna couldn't help but stare at them for a moment. The situation couldn't be more awkward. As she was looking at them, she wasn't paying attention, and tripped on one of the dresses, falling to the floor.

"On second thought, this might be good fun." Catherine said just loud enough for only Bash to hear. "Is everything alright?" She asked Kenna.

"I'm fine." She said trying to get out from beneath the pile of clothing.

"I meant the the dresses. You didn't rip any of them did you?" She asked.

They watched her struggle for a moment, when Bash's chivalrous nature kicked in.

"Do you need some help?" He asked, trying not to laugh. Catherine shot him a death glare.

"No. No. I have it." She said finally finding her feet. "Where should I put them?" She asked.

"You can hang them up over there." She said pointing to an open armoire. As Kenna struggled to hang the clothes, Catherine suddenly didn't like her being in the same room as Bash. She wasn't jealous, and she didn't want Kenna to think she was. She fed Bash a grape and stroked his chin. Bash realized what was going on quickly.

"Perhaps I should go." He whispered in her ear.

"Nonsense, I won't have her run you out of your own room." She whispered back. Kenna finished up and turned back to Catherine.

"If there's nothing else you need, I suppose I should be getting back to the very long list of things you have for me." She said.

"No. I don't need anything. And if I were you, I'd do the chamber pots first, you'll want to make sure you finish those before dinner." She said.

"Thank you, but I'm sure I won't have much of an appetite." She replied.

"Appetite or not, you'll need to eat to keep up your energy...so you can finish that list." She said pointedly.

"Very well." She exchanged looks with her and Bash. Then started to walk away, stopping halfway to the door when she remembered. "Your Majesty." She said turning and then curtsied before continuing out the door.

"If I were a betting woman, I'd lay down any amount of money on the fact that she is never going to finish." Catherine said grinning.

"On one hand, I think what you're doing to her is awful. On the other, it's oddly enticing." He said kissing her neck just under her ear.

"Oh what's so awful about it? She deserves it. I could have been imprisoned for her lies." She said.

"Did you not notice me kissing your neck?" He asked.

"Yes I did. I chose to ignore it due to your sympathies for that scheming little harlot." She retorted.

"It's not sympathy, I just simply think you may be going a bit overboard." He explained.

"If her plan had worked, our child would have been born in a dungeon." She said plainly.

"I see your point...can you at least try not to do anything that could cause actual harm?" He asked.

"Fine...Although, I may have to scratch a few things off that list." She said. She sighed. "You can go back to kissing my neck."

"I'm not sure if I want to now. I'm a little afraid." He said. She pursed her lips and playfully hit him in the chest.

"Oh you should be." She joked.

A few hours later, Bash was walking down the hall and ran into Kenna, who was dripping in a brown substance.

"What..." Kenna cut him off.

"Don't...say...a...word." she said and walked passed him. Catherine came up behind him just then, grinning from ear to ear.

"Oh. That turned out so much better than I ever thought." She said, laughing.

"Cruel." He said fighting a grin. She smiled at him and he continued down the hall. She laughed devilishly and then followed after.