Katherine felt as though she had bees in her blood.
She couldn't stop thinking about him, refused to stop thinking about him until she came to a decision.
She glanced at the ink and quill at her desk. They seemed to call to her, begging her to pick them up, just write a small note, just write his name-
NO.
She had to work and had no time for thinking about stupid men who danced with stupid girls and who probably didn't even care about her or anything besides themselves.
She grabbed an apple from the kitchen and ate it on the way to the palace. She dodged around rumbling horse carts and shouting fish mongers and smacked at a street urchin who tried to cut her purse. But as she was chasing him away, she stepped right into horse dung.
Katherine swore; Mistress Ketterling would be sure to see and she'd get reprimanded.