"Ameline, master," the maid corrected quietly. Well, there was irony- he'd certainly confirmed her suspicions already.She jolted a little when the prince admitted to wanting to clean up; she hadn't prepared for that. "I haven't drawn a bath for you, sir," she admitted. Luckily, her hair had dried, and he wouldn't be able to tell that she'd bathed. "I can do so immediately, master, it shan't take but a moment-" Ameline stopped, and looked down. "Unless you would prefer I go."

How stupid of her. In hopes of catching the prince's eye, Ameline hadn't even filled him a bath, but certainly given one to herself. In all truth, she had expected him to return to his bed drunk, as he did some nights, but that seemed to not be the case. The maid swallowed, hoped her fair skin wasn't turning any pinker, and waited for her prince's next instructions.