Chapter Seventy Two: Dealing with a lack of purpose and jumping into another quickly
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It was yet another morning that had a day that promised her. Almost nothing. She was tired of being this bored.
Becca had never realised. That staying here was. Going to be this. Tedious. And she would be so much without a purpose. It was like she was nothing more than a breathing, living ornament, just strolling around and eating, talking and sometimes getting railed. But other than that she did not have much of A purpose and that was beginning to get to her. She needed something to do with her hands and she was not a very artistic person, otherwise she would have long taken drawing it. Was good clear that there were artists.
Within the palace, and she was not going to. Be one of them.
