Early Evening - Garden - with Cecelia
What is one supposed to do when they have the weight of the world on their shoulders and even a simple decision seems overwhelming? Beckett certainly didn’t know. He spent the morning working on a mountain of work, after all someone had to get it done. Just because he hadn’t been crowned king yet didn’t mean the work didn’t exist. Advisors were doing much of it, he wasn’t ready for it all, still grieving and adjusting to the responsibilities, and he had another priority requiring his attention, the Selection.
Ah yes, the Selection. 35 girls in his home, and one of them would become his wife, the future queen of Illea. The idea of meeting them all was nearly as much pressure as the idea of becoming king. He would be meeting them in less than 24 hours, he would be meeting his future wife in less than 24 hours. That was a lot to sink in.
Beckett tapped his pencil against the surface of the desk in his bedroom, he didn’t know what to do with himself, there was too much on his mind. Standing up, he tossed the pencil to the side and walked over to grab the book sitting on the bed. For a few minutes he tried sitting in his room to read, but he needed out. He couldn’t take it any longer. Book in hand, he snuck outside into the garden. None of the selected should be out there, they were all plenty busy inside.
Far into the garden, Beckett had been laying under a tree for nearly an hour reading when someone finally discovered him as the sun had just started setting. He didn’t look away from his book, not realizing who was standing there, thinking it was most likely a member of the palace staff. ”I know, I shouldn’t be out here. I just wanted to read for a while.” he said, still focused on his book.
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