Lauralye woke up the next morning, curled up in her blankets and shivering. She sat there a moment before she sneezed. One of the handmaids, who had been cleaning Lauralye's room quietly while she slept came over to her, "Princess?" She said quietly. 

She placed her hand on the girl's forehead and sighed, "Poor thing, you're running a fever," She turned to the other woman, "Run and grab the doctor, will you? I'm sure it is nothing serious, but we best have her checked out."

The woman nodded and left the room before the first went and grabbed a cold cloth, placing it on Lauralye's head, "We'll have you better soon enough, Princess."