“King McGill stumbled into his chambers after drinking too much. The room was spinning before his eyes, his head was pounding from the night's celebrations. The woman, whose name he didn't know, pressed herself against his side, one of her arms wrapped around his waist. Her shirt fell halfway down, and the woman's laughter pointed him in the direction of the bed. The two servants quietly disappeared, closing the door behind them. He did not know where his queen was, but tonight he did not care. Now they rarely shared a bed - she often retired to her chambers, especially on the nights of celebrations, when the feast lasted too long. The Queen knew about her husband's adventures, but did not seem to bother her. After all, he was a king, and the McGil kings always ruled with privileges..."