Ameline lay close to her sleeping master. Already, some sort of feeling was twinging in her chest; she felt almost as if she'd taken advantage of Prince Zack, even though it had been at his instruction. She wondered what he would think, come morning- would he remember? Should she even stay in the bed for the rest of the night? But sleep took her before she could ponder the questions too far.

In the morning, Ameline rose before the prince. She turned and looked at him, and remembered their night. Still not sure how to feel, the maid carefully removed herself from her prince's armms, and started to dress herself with her clothes from the floor.