The Eunuch's Heir
Chapter One
Year 1248
City of Lochdale
In the darkest valley beneath the foot of the castle, Prince Wolfram finally cast the demon from his mind. It would not come tonight, not on his way to visit the best lover a man could find. He slapped Dylan on the back, grinning at him in the darkness, and the restlessness receded but did not disperse. Perhaps another drink would banish it completely.
"How about the Copper Kettle, before we go our separate ways?" Wolfram wriggled his eyebrows.
Dylan laughed, tossing back his head to shout his laughter to the night. "Have you not had enough then, Wolf? Aren't you afraid you'll not—" Dylan broke off, waving a suggestive hand below his belt.
Wolfram growled back at him, teeth snapping the air.
"Oh, no, not you!" Dylan waved his hands a little more broadly than usual, then paused to steady his swaying steps. "I forget myself, my liege!"
Chin held high, Wolfram struck a regal pose. "You do indeed, my good man. Am I not the finest sower of seed across this great city of mine?" He waved a hand and nearly toppled ... read full excerpt from Eunuch's Heir, The ebook
