Katherine sat herself at the head of the table opposite her husband, the tea sat in front of her going cold as she stared bitterly towards him. He, however, never lifted a head to look at her. Behind her husband stood one of her ladies in waiting, her hands clasped firmly together. Katherine's eyes swallowed her whole, taking in everything about her. The way her hair had been pulled back tightly, how the dull green color made her stand out against the bright white wall.

How she stared back at Katherine.