Katherin makes sure of it

For a few days you don't hear from either girl, despite your longing for Veronica. After a while you began to forget your heated conversation with Katherin. That was, until one morning she burst into your room. You yell out in alarm, awakened suddenly from a pleasant snooze. The short girl stands at the end of the bed, looking triumphant.

"How did you get past the guard?!" you say angrily, hugging your sheets to yourself. She looks back lazily over her shoulder. "You mean Conrad? He knows me, we're friends. But I didn't come here to talk about Conrad" she says, scurrying over to your side. You notice for the first time that she's wearing the clothes of a palace servant. "What's with the get-up?" you ask, eyeing her suspiciously. She is unperturbed. "Exactly what I wanted to discuss. You see, I used this dress I borrowed from one of the girls to spy on the foreign whore. And you-" she starts to say before you cut her off. "Spying?! You can't **** the rights of royal guests like that!" She rolls her eyes and sighs. "If you'll shut up for a moment, you'll be kissing my feet in gratitude. Now, for what I wanted to say: I wore this while I went about cleaning her room, in character of course. The dumb bimbo left her letters out, thinking that I was just some illiterate peasant. But she doesn't know that I can read perfectly, even that chicken-scratch they think is Almain. And it's just as I thought! They wanted her to seduce you, and mission accomplished. Her last letter said she's waiting to confirm pregnancy before deciding to run off with it or trying to pressure you into marrying her so they'll always have someone in your closest confidences. You have to lock that girl up!" Katherin's face is burning with righteous indignation, little fist clenched with fury for your kingdom's rivals.

You heart hurts hearing such accusations. Could they be true? You tell her your disbelief. "I already know you've got a grudge against Veronica, why should I believe you?" you say without confidence. She puts her hands on her hips, redirecting her anger at you. "Do you really think I would lie about this over some petty grudge? I'm your friend for god's sake, or at least I thought so. This isn't about getting **** for her fucking you first!" You hold your hands out to stop her. "Wait wait wait, what do you mean first?" you say with a devious smile. For the first time ever (and maybe for the rest of time) she seems at a loss for words. "Well, I meant that...she was your first, right? Yeah, I meant that." Her angry red has turned to a blush. You sit up, staring into her face. "Oh, I get it now. You're jealous! That also explains why you just had to run into my bedroom in that cute little maid's outfit, huh?" You give her your best shit-eating grin. She looks between her outfit and your half-naked self on the bed in horror. Without another word, she bolts out of the room. You sit back and enjoy your small, petty victory. But now you have to deal with whether or not she was telling the truth.