Tracey Warr's conquest trilogy, of which The Drowned Court is second, is readable, historically accurate (except when she says it isn't) and spins an most excellent yarn. Although the main character is the hostaged Welsh queen Nest, this is definitely not mediaeval chick lit. As the UK coronation approaches, this novel is a timely reminder the the British royal family are descendants of land-grabbing gangsters who plot, kill, maim and poison their way to the thrones. The love scenes between Nest and the notorious womaniser Henry 1 are suitably bodice-ripping and there is some amusing innuendo from the saucy maid Amelina. Nuns doff their habits and get shagged too, albeit in the cause of stealing sensitive documents for the king. Another thing Tracey War is good at is rendering the repartee in contemporary slang (they were all speaking French and Welsh anyway). And, although here writing has been supported by the the Welsh Arts Council, it's not all noble Welsh kings being terrorised by the dastardly Normans, and the Welsh don't come off lightly in the plotting, raping and m aiming stakes - although there are some pretty evil Norman bastards in Conquest, starting with William The Bastard as Tracey Warr correctly names the Conqueror. The Drowned Court references both the drownd village in Cardigan Bay, but also in the historical tragedy, the sinking of the White Ship, which decimated Henry 1's court. Read and enjoy, but don't forget Tracey Warr's other hopefully to be completed series about Countess Almodis, whose castle in SW France I overlook as I write. I particularly recommend the Viking Hostage, one of her best.