The thick, almost chocking smell of tobacco filled the bedchamber as the physician looked over his elderly patient, his friend, lying on the bed clearly weary and at the limits of his strength both mentally and physically. There was nothing he could do and he knew it all too well.
Well, how long will I last? The old man finally broke the silence.
Less than three months, or thereabouts. He said after a brief silence, directing his gaze to the floor beside the bed.
As your friend and doctor I suggest you take writing a will under serious consideration, a man of your position needs to have his final wishes on paper.
Hah! So I could tell the vermin exactly how I want them to divide my rotten corpse? Thank you, old friend, but I have no need for a will.
It isnt just that, if there are things left unfinished that you want to be finished, any last wishes, greetings, farewells, anything really that you want to say to your descendants. All of those are a part of a will.
The old man chuckled slightly.
Only the Lord knows how many unfinished things I will leave behind. And to most of my family... I wish them nothing, not good or bad, and I have even less to say to them. He let out a deep sigh.
No, if I wish to see my final wishes followed Ill have to order it to be so while I still live and theres only one person whom I consider fit to inherit anything of mine. He nodded towards a painting on the wall.
The physician turned to look at the painting, it portrayed a young girl in a black and red silk dress looking right back at any potential viewer.
Who is she?
Beatrice Adlercreutz, my first cousin twice removed, and the only one in the family with any sort of real single-mindedness to her. Im sure shell do better than anyone else. The man paused for a moment as if to ponder.
She should be in Borgå this time of year.
***
Gustav found himself staring at the painting long after his doctor had left, the knowledge of the fast approaching end to his life had set him thinking.
Oscar.
Yes, Your Highness? The manservant replied as he approached the bedside.
What will I be remembered for? Has there been any significant achievement that will merit people to remember my reign?
The servant paused momentarily to consider his answer before saying.
Your Highness will be remembered as the man who kept Sweden and all of her citizens safe from domestic and foreign turmoil alike. A king under whose reign Sweden saw years of peace and prosperity.
Ah, I suppose that is something. Gustav did not bother hiding his disappointment.
Although he hadnt smoked in months he found he still craved for the substance, the fact that its sweet aroma filled the room hadnt helped his decision to quit months ago and it didnt now. And as he now knew that nothing could be done for the sake of his health, he had not reason to give them up anymore.
Ill be having a cigar and some wine now, Oscar. He said abruptly, turning to gaze at the painting once more.
Are you absolutely sure, Your Grace?. His servant sounded hesitant.
Theyve both been dear friends to me far longer than anyone currently among the living has been, and Im not about to give either one of them up, not anymore.
As you wish, Your Highness.
Left alone for the moment gave him a chance to gather his thoughts, looking at his wrinkled hands he couldnt help but wonder had he truly achieved anything during his reign, or during his life in general.
Peace? Prosperity? Huh. Both can disappear in a matter of moments, and eventually there will be none left who could remember the prosperous days of his rule, leading to him being forgotten; just another monarch among monarchs who amounted to nothing great.
No sooner had he reached the end of this line of thought that Oscar returned with the wine and cigars.
Sipping his wine he continued to stare at Beatrices portrait, slowly taking in the taste of the wine.
How old is she these days, Oscar? That portrait is at least a decade old by now.
Miss Beatrice is 24-years-old, Your Highness.
Still so young. Gustav picked a cigar out of the box presented and had Oscar light it.
Now, I need to dictate some letters, better get started right away. He said as he took in a breath.