This follows on from The Crown by Kiera Cass so I do not own the names of the Queen and Prince in charge of Illéa but the other character's names are my own. Also, the plot line is mine as well. Hope you enjoy.
Chapter 1:
The news spread like a fire across the whole of Illéa. Prince Sam (the son of Queen Eadlyn and Prince Erik) has come to the age where he could succeed the throne. Every girl was thrilled by the news expect one. Me. My name is Olivia Victoria and I am 16 years old. I sing to keep my family alive and well. I have two young sisters' (the twins) Lillian and Samantha. They loved it when I sing as it brought out the creative dance movements.
Back to reality. Not only the news about the Prince Sam spread like a wild fire, the news about a Selection was spreading quicker than any other news we have ever heard. My parents appreciated that I didn't want to sign up as they knew how much I loved to sign. Yet, my darling sisters, just did that. Wasted my career away. Perfect. Just perfect. If I get chosen I would have to give up everything I loved to do. Don't get me wrong, I have always wanted to be a Princess but those days are now behind as reality sunk in more as I grew up.
Just when my life couldn't get much worse it did. Thanks to my delightful sisters, I was one of the thirty girls chosen to win the Prince's heart. That means me singing with my hero, Alfie Boe was out the window when my name came up. My life is now and utterly over.
"Yay!" screamed both Lillian and Samantha in my ear.
"Thanks guys," I said sarcastically, "even though I never wanted to take part in the Selection in the first place." I told them without sounding too angry or upset that my chance with my hero was over.
"Olivia," my father butted in, "your sisters only wanted you to have a chance of fun and freedom in your life. That's all." My father said gently not to upset the twin and fiercely at me.
"Freedom," I was almost on the brink of tears, "I won't have freedom if I become a Princess and then a QUEEN!" now I was shouting by the end.
I left the room and text my friends Brooklyn and Jack. They didn't help. They were pleased for me. They were supposed to be on my side not my sisters side. Let me guess, they helped them to get me into the Selection in the first place. I would never know as I was leaving the next day to go to the Palace.
This day would be one to tell my grand-children one day. I met my maids; Bella and Savannah, who helped me to change into an elegant summer dress with her and make-up completed. Our head lady, Lady Penny, taught us the correct way to greet any member who could visit the Palace and how to eat our food using the correct cutlery. A lol to remember, but it was fun to see the other girls fail. I was used to everything as my family had relatives who taught me how to eat like a Princess when I was a young girl. That was before we were poor. Before I had to sing for survival. This I knew the Prince would not want in a Princess and future Queen of Illéa.