Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160701214926/@comment-25126355-20160717222247

Anariel continued feeling sick, and at the behest of Renille and the other ladies-in-waiting, she laid down, while the court physician was sent for. Soothing herbal tea was brought to the queen, while most of the attendants left to allow for a more peaceful and calm environment. Anariel was not one to get sick. In fact, during the past five decades of her role as Ara, she had never been taken ill. One of the ladies, a scion of Twyllesh Dirennil, the family of the Queen Mother, decided that the Aran should be notified.

Entering the gardens, the girl approached Varla-Nal, falling into a deep curtsey before the Aran.

"Your Grace. Pardon my interruption, but I believe that you should come with me to see your wife." She said, keeping her head bowed low, hr eyes to the ground, waiting for a sign from the King to rise. Although they were related (distantly) she was still very nervous around him.