<a class="postlink" href="http://api.ning.com/files/rqgtNmNscQHxdaYuNLMdhAgYi5JUJy-wW5V-PixXnvKKgKSxutWm7O3vSyZovjkLG7SXbyjtbAcmfvBjASQeSA9CaXWerWQo/white_haired_anime_girl_by_evermoredragond4iows1.jpg%3Cbr">[ img ]</a><br/>Narella was slow in pace, moving with the aid of handmaidens as she pass through the halls of the castle. Pale flesh cover the small weakened form, bags grew under crystalline blue hues, everyone within and outside of the castle was worried for the Heir of the kingdom. The sickness was a incurable type, one that no cure existed for. Narella was afraid of dying, she didn't want to leave the kingdom nor her parents, it was a scary thought to die at the age of twenty-six. No one ever wanted to die that young but, in this case there was nothing anyone could do to save her.<br/><br/>"Are you sure you should be walking about?" Asked the handmaiden.<br/><br/>With a gentle smile Narelle looked to the other woman, trying to show that was completely able to do a little walking today. Her hands were clasped together at the front of her white dress, enter twining slender bony fingers together as she shook her head, with the smile she wore.<br/><br/>"It won't do me no good to be laying in a bed, nothing will change that I will die as long as the sickness is still with me."<br/><br/>There was silence between them for a while as they walked to the front entrance of the castle. Narella was tired of being locked in her room, doing little more then writing and reading, and at times just starring expressionlessly out her window. She had made plans to get outside, one way or another, whether she was carried or walking by herself. Once through the exit of the castle, her hand came up to shield her eyes from the bright lights of the early morning. Pursing her thin lips as she squinted out into the land of the castle, the fresh air tingled her senses as a small easy breeze moved over the land, sweeping back that long fall of white hair. Narella appeared so thin that it looked as though the next harsh wind would snap her frail body in half.<br/><br/>"Beautiful day.... This was a good idea I had, thank you Joan."<br/><br/>Smiling to the handmaiden she moved down the stairs of the castle entrance, touching her bare feet to the stone as some of the guards paused in mid-actions at seeing the Heir moving about. There were those that bow to her, others lowering to a knee before her, she didn't mind though what bothered her the most was the grim expressions that most all of them wore, as though she were going to fall over right then and there. Her eyes lowered to the General to the left, another firm shake of her head as she spoke to him.<br/><br/>"Please General rise, everything is fine this day. Continue about your work and training."<br/><br/>Once the General rose Narella looked back to her handmaiden, motioning to her to take point, to lead her to were the garden was. Relaxation apart from everything  and everyone that knew her condition would do her some good, though the concept would be harder to find considering the whole kingdom knew about her condition.