Each stroke of the brush through her hair only served to feed her fury. Sitting before a looking glass and watching the dark strands of her hair come alive beneath the hands of her serving women, Catherine cursed the wretched Jaime.
“Didn’t you tell her to come at once?”
The young servant’s nervous hands, in the act of turning down the bedclothes, came to an abrupt stop. “Aye, m’lady.”
“Didn’t you tell her that I’m retiring for the night, and that it is of the utmost importance for me to see her right away?”
“I did, m’lady. I swear!”
“Then why is she not here?” Catherine complained, tugging irritably at the rings on her fingers and throwing them onto the table before her. “Is she trying to rile my temper?”
There was no answer by any of her four serving women who focused busily on see
