It tasted wonderful, too, and her plate was soon empty. The king seemed to like this. He noted, “I don’t like thin women. There has got to be some flesh to those bones. Soft and healthy, not scrawny and mean.”
After one dish came another, each more intricate and wonderful than the previous. They all involved tiny amounts of food and took a fair amount of time to set up by the servants.
Meanwhile, the king questioned her about her age, her education, what she was doing in the place she had been captured and her background. She mostly told the truth, because lies would be so much harder to remember next time.
She was shivering in this flimsy outfit. Not just because the air coming into the open window was chilly, but because she was nervous. She still didn’t know what to expect and wanted
