XLIV. We Never
Nä-ræl ran all the way from her garden gates to the palace and was quite annoyed to see people looking at her strangely and with raised eyebrows.
As she passed by the guards in front of the palace, she heard strange murmurings amongst them and tried to make out what they were saying but could not so she continued on into the palace.
"Milady," a voice called out from behind her and she turned to see two guards eyeing her skeptically.
"Yes?" She asked. "How may I help you?"
"Your mother requests your presence." The second guard said, his hands held behind his back.
"Tell her," Nä-ræl began slowly, "I do not wish to see her."
"Well I guess we shall resort the her other option." Guard one said to guard two and before Nä-ræl could process what the guards were saying, she was flung over one of their shoulders and was being carried up a flight of stone stairs.