Chapter 37: The Queen of Ice

“What are you speaking of?” The king roared, the light catching the razor-sharp point of his blade.

“Oh please, you cannot tell me that you don’t remember me?” she asked coyly.

“I hadn’t met you until we were introduced after Maeve’s death,” he retorted, looking suspiciously at his wife. She threw back her head and laughed. Her laugh was musical and tinkled prettily, but there was a dangerous edge to it.

“Oh, darling,” she drawled. “We met long before that. Do you not remember that serving girl that you took to your bed when your wife was pregnant?” His face blanched.

“I do not know what you are speaking of,” he stammered. She cackled.