"Sister," Catherine called out to her sweetly and Emilia paused, surprised.
Catherine approached her, flanked by two maids in finer silks and a tall, sharp-eyed guard at her side.
Her face is glowing with satisfaction, her cheeks lightly rouged, and her hair pinned high with pearl hairpins. She performs a graceful curtsy.
"Forgive me for disturbing your work," Catherine greeted, her voice carrying a tone of mockery.
Emilia stood slowly, her posture regal even in her plain robe.
"How did you get here?"
"No one from outside the king's quarters is allowed in," Emilia said.
Catherine smiled, with raised shoulders.
"His Majesty made an exception for me. I pleaded earnestly to be allowed to visit you."
"I thought you might be feeling... lonely," she replied.
The grin on her face conveyed the actual meaning of her words clearly.
Emilia sneered in response, shaking her head slightly at her foolish arrogance.
