She woke up in the middle of the night, opened her eyes to the darkness. She couldn’t sleep. She couldn’t get “the thought” out of her mind. It was driving her crazy! Would she ever be able to sleep again? It had been a year since her father death and it had not been easy. The Royal Ceremonial funeral and mourning had been a very emotional time. The outpouring of the people had been beyond her expectation, and yet, it did little to comfort her. Beatrice slept in the biggest of beds, as would be expected for a princess, surrounded by dozens of pillows and under the softest of sheets. The bed sat in the middle of the most beautiful room. Her room would’ve been able to house a couple of families, but for her, it was a small prison. To the left lay a door to the balcony.
Beatrice got out of bed and walked to the balcony’s door pausing for a moment. She opened the door and stepped outside. Her balcony faced south and she could see the moon dancing above her in the sky. The breeze was cold but smooth, caressing her skin softly. She could see some lights in the village below; it was earlier in the morning and even though it was still dark and sunrise would be in a couple of hours, villagers got up early to work on the fields. To the West was the Lake of Hope, named a quarter of a century ago, after the victory on the battle at the lake. The King’s army defeated the Tonglusians, giving hope the war would be won. That was many years ago and the Tonglusians had since been defeated. To the East lay the Kossance mountain range, with colossal peaks dressed in white with snow. Of course, at that hour, Beatrice could only see their silhouette, against the dark blue sky giving the first hints of morning. The air smelled fresh and she could hear some dogs barking in the distance, as well as, the rooster’s morning songs. Beatrice stood for hours contemplating HER kingdom.