In my experience, it's not that Catherine is a frothing Amazonian femi-nazi that makes me angry.
It's that in every battle that I let her command, she has either returned in humiliating defeat, or scratched out a Pyrrhic victory that still has my army completely mauled and unable to press my advantage. Then her femi-nazi routine kicks in, and I loved it.
I loved feeling speechless at the unmitigated gall. I took far too much pleasure in antagonizing her, I must guiltily admit. She was an awful commander (I get that she's bitter about losing her kingdom, but if she lost it in the first place, that should say something about her own fighting abilities versus all her boasting, shouldn't it?), a raging hypocritical shrew, and worst of all, she wasn't a dashing lizard in a monocle (<3 Edmund).
"Sure, Catherine, go and build your academy of warrior women," I said. "As long as they fight like Scarlett and not you." Besides, I needed my own money to buy juggernauts. Lots and lots of juggernauts.
I think the worst part was when I had won,
and she was muttering darkly about "war always waiting in the wings." Dragons do not take kindly to such thinly-veiled threats, Catherine.
Anyway, I thoroughly love to hate Catherine, and that's okay. Because Edmund is still on my ship, making everything better.
