Will wakes up, still feeling out of sorts

Will awoke groggily to the gentle warmth of the sun on his face. He twisted and turned under the fine sheets, a silent yawn escaping him.

At first, the aches and pains of the day prior seemed like naught but a distant memory, but, upon sitting upright, felt their return and put his fingers to his forehead, brushing his hair away from his eyes.

Perhaps he should not have eaten with such fevor the previous night...

A knock came at the door. Will opened his mouth to reply but still no sound escaped him.

"Excuse me...? We're coming in."

The door opened, the maids coming to attend to the princess.

The women bowed. "Prince Henry is making arrangements for the apothocary to concoct an antidote for you, but in the meantime wishes for you to join him in the garden."

Will nodded, his head still feeling muddled, and swung his legs over the side of the bed. His head, however, felt faint and his legs became wobbly.

Seeing the princess rise, the maids moved quickly to prevent her her dizzy spell and began assist her in dressing, as per the Prince's orders. The night gown was removed, leaving her in her white dress. Knowing it was no use attempting to remove it, they instead decided to wrap a shawl about the princess's shoulders. While one maid ensured her legs were still smooth and clean, another slid the white heels back onto her feet.

Once again, the princess seemed to fall asleep as they worked, the gentle brushing of her dark hair lulling her in the chair. The maid tried to pull the rose free, but it held fast, even as her hair fell into place along her shoulders.

'How odd.' the maid thought to herself. Was the rose in her hair enchanted?

Seeing her closed eyes, another maid took this time to gentlely brush a fine light brown powder over the princess's eyelids. After this she took a small tool of charcoal and followed around the edges of her eyes, leaving a thin black line framing them, ending in a delicate wing.

She put down the tool, looking in jealousy at the princess's natural red lips. Her beauty really was unfair.

"Milady...the Prince awaits you in the garden."

The princess remained quiet, so the maids gentlely helped her to her feet and began to guide her to the garden.