"Yes, master," Ameline said, gave a quick bow, and ducked out into the hall. She scurried down to the kitchens as quickly as she could, facilitated by the hidden passages meant for servants. They weren't exactly hidden, per say, but openings were behind doors that blended into the walls or lay behind tapestries. It only took the maid a few minutes to run down the stairs in her thin black slippers to the kitchens- the only servants' area to have a main-door access to the rest of the castle- procure the wine, and return to the prince's room. The return journey took more time, if only so that the maid wouldn't risk spilling or disturbing the wine in any manner.

Before she stepped back to the main hall, Ameline stopped before the door. She looked at the flask, and considered. She wasn't wearing any makeup after her wash, and the flask was resealable... Quickly, the maid took a tiny sip. It was small enough that the prince wouldn't know that it was missing, but the sweetness and the spices of it hit her hard. It was good wine, very good wine; and very strong. The little bit was enough for Ameline to determine that, even if she wasn't impaired by it. Satisfied, the maid stepped out of the hidden hall and into the main hall, and returned to the prince's room, and presented him with the wine.