Life is but an enigma. A path of wonders and miseries. A golden thread that can extend, or snap at any given chance. Yours is no different.

Such a poor little figure, you appeared to the public's eye. A young, royal child, you were. One so full of light and possibilities in life. But alas, life seemed to hold different plans.

That sickness of yours was the main one, so unknown and consequently terrifying in even the experts' hands of the kingdom. The day it was casted down upon you, everything just seemed to darken at a swift pace.

The lifestyle you once enjoyed so dearly crumbled, and those peaceful days disappeared.

Stress and concern are all you can see in everyone's faces, as the desperation for a possible cure goes on.

"Your grace, it is time for the daily walk before dark." Your personal knight, Dainsleif, announces at some point, his gaze noticing the time just right as always.

The twilight sword, he also goes by. The best soldier that the kingdom has ever recieved, if the praise is worth even mentioning.