The waiting was killing her. She opened her mouth to complain.Her two bodyguards didn't so much as blink. They had stuffed lamb's wool in their ears after her first ungodly tirade three hours ago. They were afraid her caterwauling would weaken them.She picked up a tapestried pillow and hurled it from the window seat. Dainty didn't look up. He just raised his leather targe, the Scottish shield, and kept playing his game. She pitched a goblet of wine next. Aidan simply ducked as a wave of burgundy flew over the table.They were playing chess in the solar by candle-light in the afternoon gloom while the princess paced circles on the Turkey carpet."You should be with Douglas," she said. "Shame on both of you! Playing games while your lord risks his life."They ignored her. They couldn't hear a word she said.She marched over to the table. She leaned down, pulled the plug from Dainty's ear, and bellowed: "How can you just sit there moving those stupid things around when he's fighting Neacail alone?"Dainty jumped, dropping his pawn.Aidan removed his lamb's wool and gave her a blank look.
