CHAPTER ONE
King MacGil stumbled into his chamber, having had way too much to drink, the room spinning, his head pounding from the night’s festivities. A woman whose name he did not know clung to his side, one arm draped around his waist, her shirt half-removed, leading him with a giggle toward his bed. Two attendants closed the door behind them and disappeared discreetly.
MacGil did not know where his queen was, and on this night he did not care. They rarely shared a bed anymore—she often retired to her own chamber, especially on nights of feasts, when the meals went on too long. She knew of her husband’s indulgences, and did not seem to care. After all, he was king, and MacGil kings had always ruled with entitlement.
But as MacGil aimed for bed the room spun too fiercely, and he sudde
