If someone had asked her what, exactly, she was trying to accomplish, Kathryn's honest answer would have been, simply, that she did not know. She wanted to hurt him. She wanted to find a way to connect with him. She wanted to illicit a response -- any sort of response, good or bad. She wanted to feel something herself -- something more than disdain, anyway.
"What I want hardly matters." That was true enough. "My place is by your side, is it not? And I very much doubt your regency has anything to do with it."
Valia, of all people, had once commented on Calent's cold demeanor, after all...but Kathryn, charmed as she was at the time, had simply been too blind to see what she was getting herself into.
"I'm just happy to be able to do my small part in bettering Connlaoth." How nice of him to notice! "I've been sleeping well enough. The brandy helps, I've found. Perhaps you should take it up?"