Bab 141: The path to a woman's heart

After a session of duty-fulfilling, followed by another one of love-making, I start to feel a bit hungry.

«This Duchess is going to eat,» I exclaim while wearing my nightgown back. I slip out of bed and walk to the table, followed by my Duke's gaze.

«I could join you,» he comments. «Shall I order something else, though? It must be all cold.»

«I don't want to wait, I'll do with this for now,» I mutter while lifting the lid from the central plate.

A chicken! Wait, where are the legs?

«Alexander, you ate the drumsticks!» I accuse him, pointing a finger in his direction. «You cruel man. I take back my last bit of benevolence!»

«Wife, your plate. Please, look in your plate.»

«Mhm?»

Oh, there's a lid there too... I lift it and, in the centre of the plate, I find a couple of drumsticks, decorated with fresh salad. Where did he find some salad in the middle of winter?