I DO NOT OWN THE SELECTION SERIES. SHOUTOUT TO EVERYONE FOR CREATING A CHARACTER.
Schreave Palace, Sacramento. Province of Angeles. 3 months and 1 week into the selection.
A week and a half had passed since the shooting and Peter was still trapped in a coma. During the King's absence, the prime minister of Illèa had been a busy little bee. Quince Bush had been slowly building up more power outside of his duties and was making preparations just in case Peter died or never woke up. Trayvon was far too concerned with the health of his only brother and with keeping the selection from completely falling apart to notice what Bush was up to. Meanwhile, the elites were going stir crazy; being kept in their rooms for as long as they were. Something had to give and eventually it did.
The Baron of Yonkers was in Peter's office with the main doctor, listening to his prognosis on the health of the King.
"I am sorry, your Grace." The doctor said solemnly. "If his majesty does not wake up within the next few days...there is a strong possibility that he will not wake up at all."
"No, that can not happen!" Trayvon declared as he slammed his fist upon the table. "The monarchy is literally hanging on for dear life. Peter is the only Schreave with a claim to the crown. Maxon is dead, Jessamine is in exile, and Melody abdicated and is trapped in rebel territory. She could reclaim the crown even if she wanted to and on top of that, Quince Bush is is acting like he's the next sovereign. He's the one who got Illèa into this mess."
"We'll try to do what we can for him, but these next few days are critical." The doctor insisted Trayvon drank some coffee.
"Fine, but for the sake of the monarchy and for the peace and stability of his country, don't let him die!" The Baron ordered.
"Yes, your Grace." The doctor replied as he bowed his head before walking out of the office. Baron Yonkers drank his coffee and tried to calm himself for a few minutes before he heard a soft knock upon the door.
"Enter." Trayvon commanded as Kit Brenton slowly entered the room. Truthfully, she had been the last person that the Baron of Yonkers was expecting to see. He could only hope that she came to see him because of something important because he did not have the time or the patience to get involved in petty squabbles between elites.
"Your Grace." Kit said as she curtsied to the Baron.
"Miss Brenton, what brings you here?" Trayvon inquired curiously.
"I have thought about it and I would like to be eliminated from the selection please." She explained as this caught Trayvon off guard. Normally, selected did not ask to leave; they were asked.
"May I ask why?" He asked.
"I thought you would be happy that there is one less girl competing for the heart of the prince." Kit replied.
"If you were a stupid bitch, I would not ask any questions, I would just book you a fight." Baron Trayvon shot back. "But you are not a stupid bitch, Kit Brenton. You seem to be a decent person, so I ask you once again: Why do you want to be eliminated?"
"Honestly...I don't think that I'm cut out to be a Queen." Kit replied with a sigh as she looked at the Baron. "I knew that royal life was going to be hard...but I didn't think it was going to be like this."
"Like what: rebellions, revolutions, and assassination attempts?" Trayvon asked incredulously.
"Yes...I'm very sorry, but I'm just not cut out for that sort of thing." Kit replied as she tried to keep her composure. The Baron sighed as he rubbed his temples together.
"That is all a part of being a monarch and if you can't handle it...then you're right; you shouldn't be here." He said with resolve. "I'll book a flight back to Kent, so you should go and pack."
"Thank you your Grace." Kit replied. "When his majesty wakes up, please apologize for me."
"I will." Trayvon assured the ballerina as she curtsied before walking out of the office. It was a hard thing watching a woman's dreams turn to ashes. However, it was the right thing to do. Trayvon knew that his brother needed a strong woman to stand by his side in good and bad times; especially now when times were so bad. Kit Brenton was a decent person, but the fact was that she just wasn't cut out for the role of Queen of Illèa. The Baron of Yonkers could only hope that one of the elites could rise up to the occasion and give Peter the love and stability that he needed and that he deserved.
NEXT TIME, PETER WAKES UP TO A NEW ILLÈA. REVIEWS NEEDED AND APPRECIATED.
