@mmeserpent
“May I speak to you, ma reine?” The question is almost silly: they are alone together, and have idled away hours of the night in speaking to each other. Katherine feels she is gluttonous with her queen, consuming every minute of her time that she can lay hands on; not just her time, but her touch, her affection, as now Katherine has the other woman’s hand and is stroking it tenderly. She is cautious with affection that Catherine does not herself ask for. No matter how close they get, she still feels the chilly boundary of her queen’s implacable aura of majesty, that invisible but quite tangible thing that says keep away, don’t touch as only true royalty can possess. “I mean, of a... A matter that weighs on me. On my mind.”
