I know, I know, I need to update my other stories. However, I wanted to get this out so that people would have time to submit.
This is my first SYOC story, so please give feedback.
Kiera Cass owns the Selection, not me.
Argus Fadaye smiled tightly and adjusted his bowtie. He'd hosted three Selections so far in his lifetime, and was getting on in years. He was almost ninety years old and his age was beginning to hamper his abilities. This would be his last celebration. He glanced at Queen Grace, the winner of the last Selection. She was discussing the particulars of the Selection with her son and heir, Prince Adrias. The prince was nodding and looking a bit nervous. As the conversation finished, the prince left and the queen turned to Argus. "Will you be okay?" she asked worriedly.
Argus smiled and bowed stiffly. "Age has not beaten me yet, Your Majesty. I will certainly be able to oversee the ceremonies this year."
The queen smiled. "You've been a grand Master of Ceremonies. We will miss you next year."
Argus blushed. "Thank you, Your Majesty. It has been an honor. I'm sure that Gavril will do well in my stead."
As the two talked, Princes Adrias stood out on the balcony outside the room. He ran his hands through his red hair nervously. Thirty five girls...that would be his younger brother's dream. He was always flirting with everyone from Twos to Sevens. Adrias wasn't nearly as flirty. He wasn't awkward, persay, but one of the girls coming...he would have to marry her.
What if he hated all of them?
What if he made a mistake?
He took deep breaths. The forms wouldn't come in for another week. Until then, he had time to ask Johann for tips.
His anxiety sated for the moment, he went down to the movie theatre to find his younger brother.
Okay, guys. This is it. The form is on my profile if you want to submit. The rules are there too. So, until the submissions come in, see you later!