Late at night, Amelie quietly slipped out of the bedroom, careful not to wake Gabriel. Her sweet cravings had become more frequent lately, especially at odd hours like this.
Padding softly through the dimly lit corridors of the palace, she reached the kitchen. The cool tiles met her bare feet as she opened the refrigerator, then pulled open the freezer. Her face lit up at the sight of a familiar treat.
"Red velvet," she murmured with a smile, pulling out the small ice cream box and hugging it like a stolen treasure. She gently shut the fridge door.
"You should've asked me to bring it for you," came a deep voice from behind her.
She nearly dropped the box, but caught it.
Amelie spun around, her heart thudding in her chest. Gabriel stood in the doorway, his hair tousled, eyes half-lidded with sleep and his shirt's buttons were half-opened.
