What is Needed But Unexpected

tempers flare

"Where the hell is Katherine?" Anne exclaimed as she walked into the sitting room, trying to tie up her hair up while walking.

"Which one?" Anna retorted "Aragon is currently choking me with her perfume and Parr is locked in her room as usual." 

Anne groaned and rolled her eyes "I'm talking about bubblegum Katherine…You know, my cousin who has been a little terror the last few weeks? Reservations tonight and the little prat is late." 

Aragon—who was sitting on the sofa near Anna—sent a look at the green queen.

"You don't have to call her that. she's seventeen ...pretty sure its a part of being that age." Aragon retorted "Mary definitely did that a time or two just to get on my last nerve." 

"It doesn't take much to get on your last nerve, Aragon. You would stab people as a warning!" Anne retorted, earning what could only be called a snort from the other queen.

"I beg to differ, You drive me crazy but I haven't stabbed you yet." 

Anna rolled her eyes at the banter that ensued and excused herself from the room "I'll call Kitty and see where she is...try not to kill each other. I don't think Jane wants to clean up blood."

 

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"Oh shit, i forgot about that….. I'm at the library. I'll be there in a few minutes." 

Anna laughed aloud at the response she got. Leave it to Katherine to irritate everyone by losing track of time at the library, of all places. 

"I'll try to keep Anne from wanting to kill you too badly. Just try to get here before she completely blows a gasket." Anna retorted, glancing over her shoulder toward the bickering women in the other room, rolling her eyes at them.

"And before Aragon and Boleyn kill each other." 

She could hear Kat laughing on the other end of the phone.

"I'll do my best although I have to ask when they aren't trying to kill each other? I'm leaving now...See you soon." 

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"Where is she?" Anne demanded as soon as Anna had walked back into the room, earning a sigh from the other woman who rolled her eyes.

"Don't get your underwear in a bunch, she's on her way home. She lost track of time at the library." Anna retorted, earning a groan from Anne who then threw her hands into the air, muttering something in french before walking back toward the kitchen.

Aragon just rolled her eyes at this and shook her head.

"Are you sure we don't have two teenagers in the house? Because while Kat has definitely been acting out lately…Boleyn is always being a tempermental, over dramatic, brat." Catherine questioned, earning a snicker.

"Its Anne. I've learned for the sake of my own sanity...don't question it." 

The first queen couldn't help but smile at the remark.

"I think id rather deal with Kitty at her worse than deal with Boleyn on a normal day."

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"Isn't Cathy coming?" 

Katherine couldn't help but ask as the five of the six queens left the house, earning a sigh from Catherine who suddenly had an unreadable look on her face.

"She doesn't eat things she doesn't cook. Why do you think she's the residential cook most days." 

Something about how the words were spit caused Katherine to shrink back, despite knowing that the older woman had no reason to be angry with her.

"Don't you think someone should stay with her? I mean it doesn't seem right, we all get to go out and enjoy ourselves while she is sitting home alone." 

Anne let out a huff then before retorting "Then why don't you stay? The rest of us are starving." 

Usually the harsh tone of her older cousin would have made her flinch back, however this time Katherine just turned toward her.

"Fine, I will since you're too big of an bitch to think about anyone other than yourself." 

She ignored the shocked looks or the way at least two voices gasped her name as she headed into the house, although guilt knotted in the pit of her stomach as soon as she was out of sight.

Anne had deserved it for being a jerk but it was obviously not true. Someone who didn't care for people wouldn't have ait up with her all night after a panic attack, nor would an uncaring person buy her a gift for no reason other than concern of her getting cold.

Suddenly the buzzing of her phone in her back pocket jerked her from her thoughts. 

It didn't surprise her that it was a text from the older Catherine, which read:

'I want the two of you to talk civilly when we get back, but you don't have to stay behind kit.'

Typing back that she wanted to, Katherine waited for a response, although the only answer she received was the sound of the car outside starting.