25 December, 1358. Westerhaven Palace, Islia
Camilla stumbled through her presence chamber and into her bedchamber, feeling more than a little dizzy. The Christmas banquet lunch hosted by the king and queen had just concluded, having been in full swing since mid morning.
Camilla had sat there for hours as servants had brought out platters of the most extravagantly decorated food and a near limitless supply of wine.
She had lost count of the number of toasts she'd had to raise her goblet to and the amount of dishes she'd been pressured into sampling. Dancing had followed after that and she had been spun around the room by Francis Lowell, Robin Sainsbury and even Prince James a few times. It had been an exhausting day.
Camilla was now determined to lie down for at least a little while and catch her breath. She sprawled on her bed face down without even bothering to take her shoes off and closed her eyes, willing the room to stop spinning.
