"Mel, can you fetch my macarons from the kitchen?" she asked, her voice soft but oddly urgent.
Melyn, who was busy folding the princess' discarded gown, blinked at her in surprise. Ilaria have a remarkable sweet tooth, but she seldom requests for pastries at night. It was not ideal to eat sweets before sleeping after all. "At this hour, Your Highness?" She questioned.
"Yes, this hour," Ilaria nodded quickly, shifting restlessly on her bed. She pressed her hands against her flushed cheeks as if that would hide the heat there. "It's...important. I need to eat something sweet so that I'll feel better."
Melyn thought for a moment. Vivienne's last report to her was the princess is with the prince at the garden and an odd statement saying she was in good hands?
"...Are you unwell?" She asked.
