A Laughing Matter

10 January, 1371. St Ivan's Palace, Havietten

The first thing Celia decided the moment she stepped inside the dowager apartments, Herleve at her heels, was that she liked the rooms far better than her own. The furniture was all clean, simple lines set against cream coloured walls. There was no endless gilt everywhere.

The second thing she decided was that her husband's mother was unlikely to agree with her, given the ill tempered sneer on the older woman's face.

Celia walked over to where the former queen sat and out of habit, started to bow. Then she stopped herself.

No, wait. I don't do that anymore. And I'm sure as hell not going to do it out of any sense of affection.

For a long, uncomfortable moment, the two

women just looked at each other as they tried to remember their new roles.