Joan gasped in fright as a random man came from the gate to her and Narella's side. Her hands reached out to grasp for the Heir, keeping her close to her, but she wasn't much of a match for the strength of the male there. "GUARDS!!! HELP!!" Joan had never seen the man before, and at the point of where he was taking the Heir's clothes off in front of her. Joan got up as the male said he had the cure for the Heir, she was skeptic about the notion. The King and Queen had the best the land had to find a cure for their daughter. Joan held her hand to her chest, fear was in her and it held her in place as the guards and the General came running from the side of the castle.<br/><br/>Seeing the drops that he gave Narella made her tremble, it was poison... there was no cure but death for her. Tears swelled in her eyes as she looked to the King and Queen as they came running to their daughter's side. As the King commanded that Narella be taken to her chambers, Joan followed behind the guard that was carrying her. She wouldn't let her wake up alone, she needed someone to be there just in case she woke before her parents got to her.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>The queen smiled as she caught that small smile from her King, his attempt alone warmed her and seemingly gave her just that much more hope and courage. If it weren't for that she wasn't sure if she would be able to keep up her own little fake happiness. The sounds within the castle turned her attention away from her husband, making her brows furrow as she nodded her head in answer to her husband. Something wasn't exactly right and as she listened further there were sounds of screaming from Joan. That made her heart stop, though quicken as she raised from her seat and rushed from the castle to the gardens were they all were. She took a little bit longer to reach the commotion within the gardens, coming to stand along side her king now.<br/><br/>"A cure?"<br/><br/>It was a hopeful reply, and yet the queen was uncertain if she could contemplate the bare thought. The best healers of the land couldn't even find a cure, what made this man, one that no one seemed to know, had a cure for their daughter? She was silent for a long time as she watched him, watched as the guards hauled the male off to the dungeon, and the worse came to mind as she turned to the side of her husband, gripping at his arm.<br/><br/>"Poison, he could have poisoned her. We need the healers to check on her. We must send them to her right away!"<br/><br/>Fright and panic was setting in on the queen, the worse of thoughts coming to mind as she held on to her husband for dear life now. It wasn't like that had much longer to have their daughter with them without someone trying to kill her. He couldn't take her away she still needed her daughter. Her lips pursed together to hold back the cry that was threatening to come out. She had to keep it together til she was alone, or at best alone with her husband. Her worse fears may perhaps become a reality.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Narella was placed in her bed, put to rest, as the guards left Joan came in, her head lowered, the guards of the castle were of higher rank. Once the guards were gone and it was just Joan and Narella, she closed the door behind her and walked to the side of her bed were she waited for her to wake. Narella felt as though she was floating, were air never existed anymore, she was weightless now. There was a stirring murmur from her as she moved within the bed, shifting ever slow slightly as a groan came from her. Finally just giving in she rested there, just tilting her head to the side to see Joan by her bed.<br/><br/>"Why do I feel so weak, and sick to my stomach..."<br/><br/>Her brows furrowed together as she turned her head back so that the back of her head rested on the pillow fully now. Narella didn't recall much after she had pretty much passed out, though there was the sound of men all around her, and before that was the screaming of Joan.<span style="font-style: italic">â€œYour going to be ok Your Royal Highness..â€</span>Who had said that to her? Had it been from one of the guards? She didn't know, but she recalled a male voice telling her that she was going to be ok, why would someone tell her that, everyone knew of the incurable sickness she had, right? She frowned before she turned her head to look back at Joan, least maybe she could get a couple of answers to her questions.<br/><br/>"Joan... who was saying I was going to be ok? All I Remember is hearing that voice... who was it?"<br/><br/>Narella was curious as to had said that, more or less wondering why they thought she would be alright. Did he not know that she was sick and that there wasn't a cure to save her? She honestly thought the whole castle and kingdom knew that by now, her health had been getting worse with each passing day, though some things were less noticed then others. She knew she had passed out, and that her parents had already had wind of it by now, it was going to make them worry more now then before. There was a slight sigh from her lips as she felt the bed shift under heavier weight beside her now, raising her eyes she looked to Joan.<br/><br/>"I honestly don't know who the man was, I had never seen him before, and seems neither has the kingdom as a whole. Your parents may know more then I though. I believe they had him locked up in the dungeon though." Joan explained to Narella as she reached her hand out and patted the back of Narella's hand gently before she rose up off the bed and moved about the room,  she was going to have to draw up fresh water for her. She would need to have fresh clothes and fresh linen as well. She needed to keep busy, she didn't want Narella asking her more questions then she had answers to, besides, it was better for her to hear it all from her parents right.<br/><br/>Narella watched Joan as she seemed to quickly busy herself, it was almost as though she was looking for a excuse to not talk right now. The frown grew a little more as she looked at her, watching for now before seeing her leave out of the room. It now left Narella time to think, mainly wonder, were had the unknown male come from? Why was he there? Why would he tell her everything would be ok? Everything seemed far more complex then what it should have been, Narella wasn't sure what to do, but she knew laying in bed wasn't going to help her accomplish anything.