"I won't leave, master," Ameline promised, but continued to get dressed. Once she was clothed, the maid returned to the bed and took the prince's- [i]her[/i] prince's- hand. "I won't go. But I shall draw you a bath, should you like." She cleared her throat. "You do, after all, sir, have an important guest to meet, today." She tried to sound neutral as she said it, but even Ameline could hear the disappointment in her own voice. Internally, she chastised herself, but verbally, the maid made no corrections.