"King Mac. Gil stumbled into his dorms, drinking too much. The room was spinning in front of his eyes, his head splitting after the night celebrations. The woman, whose name he did not know, pressed against his side, one of her hands wrapped around his waist. Her shirt half slipped, and the woman's laughter pointed him towards the bed. Two servants quietly disappeared, closing the door behind them. He didn't know where his queen was, but tonight he didn't care. Now they rarely shared a bed she would often retire to her chambers, especially on the night of the festivities, when the feast lasted too long. The Queen knew about her husband's adventures, but she didn't seem to care. After all, he was the king, and the kings of Mac. The Giles have always ruled with privileges....