I smacked my lips ever so slowly as I watched the local baker outside my window, he lifted fresh donuts in a large tray towards the window cill.
Their lovely scent flowing high through the sky and traveling ever so slowly to my muzzle, the mere thought of their buttery goodness making me quiver.
“That’s it lift them higher. I know you can.” I smacked my lips softly.
“My Princess!” The head of my Royal Guard exploded into the room in haste, I barely batted a lash anything he had to say was always so boring.
No my attention was needed elsewhere.
“We just got word that The Griffons are thinking of war!”
“Mmmm. Those steamy bastards.”
“Well yes Ma’am they are steaming mad! They say that we are taxing their kind far more than the ponies, when it comes to trade routes.”
“I would love to just take a bite out of them.”
“You say we should attack then? But I think we could end this all peacefully.”
“Just rip them all in half and drink their creamy filling!” I smacked my lips slower and slower, I could feel the drool cascading down my chin.
“But ma’am that’s so brutal…”
“I’ll teach them all to tease me with their snobbish attitudes!”
“I see. Well I’ll order the troops then.” My guard slinked away in sadness as I snapped back into reality.
“Huh? What did you...nah it’s probably not important.” I shrugged off the boredom from my soul and smiled.
I had to order the Royal Baker to get me six dozen donuts from the city.
While they were still fresh.