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The Knight's lips curl into a slight frown as she hears bells jingling merrily towards her and the Queen.
The Fool's arrival is always heralded by bells, and never footfalls, and that puts her on edge to no end because one doesn't come to move like that by accident. The Fool is not a jester by trade, so what is she that requires such dexterity, plucked off the street and placed right at her queen's side?
Nothing good, she's sure.
The Queen emits a tiny, awed gasp of delight as a black cat with a belled collar scampers past them, a pilfered scrap of fish from the kitchen in its mouth.
"Now who might you be?" She says, watching the cat leap across furniture until it rests in a high window, lounging and enjoying its ill-gotten meal.
The Knight relaxes, because this jingling pest is probably less troublesome than the other one.
"We should catch that." She says, as if the Queen is not already cooing and trying to reach the intruder, being ignored all the while. "It has a collar, someone must be looking for it."
"She doesn't like me." Her Majesty says, pouting. "We might just have to wait for her to come down on her own."
The two stand and watch the cat eat, until the Knight notices the Queen looking at her out of the corner of her eye and smirking.
"Yes, Your Majesty?" She says expectantly, and the Queen just looks at the cat and then back at her, smirking wider.
"You don't see the resemblance?" She asks, and the Knight rolls her eyes.
"Well, if you want to point out that your court jester resembles a thieving, flea-ridden pest, I won't stop you." She says, and now it's the Queen's turn to roll her eyes.
"A flea-ridden pest? Come now. I think she's cute." Says the Queen, and her knight isn't quite sure who she's referring to.
The cat finishes its meal and hops down to the ground, purring and nuzzling the Queen's leg.
"Oh! She does like me!" She squeaks, and the Knight bites her tongue.
"God help me if she ever acts on it." She mumbles.
"Hm?"
"Nothing, Your Majesty."
