“What’s a donut?” asked Lucille, eyes as big as marbles. She was staring intently at Amy, who was sat on one of the chairs around the long banquet table.
“Oh, you would love it,” Amy replied as she took a bite of the bread roll that the courtier had served her. “Imagine clouds of happiness and loads of sugar,” she said, her eyes shining. “Plus, it is deep fried in fat until it is golden and crispy.”
“That sounds unhealthy, Your Grace.”
“Indeed,” she smiled. “But I love them anyway. I could eat a dozen donuts on my own.”
Lucille looked worried, but she did not comment. She handed the Duchess a mug of steaming tea and moved to the side. “Would there be anything else you’d like to have for your lunch, Your Grace? Gretta’s cooking meat as we speak.”
“Nope.” Amy shook her head. “No meat fo
