Her eyes closed. Her cheeks were burning with a flush.
The prince.
Was.
A villain.
The worst of the villains in the world.
Fiadh spoke, somewhere off to the side of the bed. "How are you feeling, your highness? You look much more healthy!"
The voice was light, and filled with relief, even as the woman's exhaustion showed in the dark circles of her eyes.
"I brought some warm broth, and I'll bring you some herbal tea in a bit, your highness. But first, we need to wipe down the fever sweat, so please be a patient patient!"
Rache smiled softly at the woman.
'You're pushing yourself too hard, Fiadh..." Rache sighed.
"Your highness sounds just like the prince now..." The other woman smiled a bit weakly, her voice barely audible as she busied herself with her preparations.