Katherine rose an eyebrow at him, "Felix? Ohhh, is there a girl you like? Tell me all about her!" she shook her head, "They aren't that complicated. They're meant to be simple and quickly understood so people can prepare to fight or flee. And I can't imagine training is all that demanding. I thought you liked to fight, so that should be easy, right?" she asked, poking him in the ribs with a chuckle, "And yet here I am saving your butt."
"Not really. It was only a few years ago that I started to be able to beat you at chess. And you still do win most the time. Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses." Katherine smiled, "Yes, I suppose we should go eat and then get some rest." she said, standing up and brushing off her dress.
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((The next morning after the attack on the castle. The King and his relatives are dead. Or are they? ))
Katherine awoke to a strange sensation on her leg, it was kind of itchy and burned a bit. Quite possible one of the strangest feelings she had ever felt. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and looked at her leg, lifting her night dress up to look at her thigh. It was still rather dark and she couldn't see well, but she could clearly make out a sigil. She could've sworn it looked familiar, but she had no idea how or why it got there. Was there someone in her room?
She looked around, finding no one. All was quiet. She wasn't sure what to make of it, and decided it was best not to mention it. At least until she figured out what it was. Kathy tried to go back to sleep, but had difficulty for the most part. She couldn't stop thinking about the sigil, and she didn't get anywhere with it either.
The sun finally came out and she got out of bed. She took a bath and put on some fresh robes for the day. Kathy also decided to wrap up her thigh where the sigil was. She wondered if Felix or Emmerich knew what it might be. Maybe she'd ask him once he woke up. He had decided to stay the night there, in the guest room, since he was too lazy to go back to town.
For breakfast they had leftovers from the feast. It was still just as delicious as it was last night, but Katherine was clearly bothered by something. She sat at the table, stirring a bowl of stew, her face lost in thought.