I hope you like this story. It is based off the selection, only it is in the future and it starts in the middle.
I looked around the crowded room yet again trying to find Prince Jason. I spotted him dancing with a girl in a stunning gold dress. It was Mary, why in the world was he dancing with Mary instead of me. Last night he had kissed me, not her! Why wasn't he by my side right now? Holding me close and whispering sweet nothings in my ear. I get that this is the selection, and I have to share him, but he can not kiss me and then ignore me! I calm my self before I do something rash, like dumping punch on Mary. I take several deep breaths and then walk over to the nearest off duty guard. I cough softly behind my hand, succeeding in gaining his attention. I smile slyly as he offers his arm to me and says, "Will you, Lady Daphne, do me the honor of joining me for this dance?" I reach out and grip his arm, my flowing sleeves brushing his suit, and say, "Of course..."I trail off realizing that he dose not have his name tag on. He chuckled softly and said, "Sterling " And with that Sterling lead me to the dance floor just in time for a new song.
Sterling dance with me for a song and a half before another guard, Banner who had his name tag on, politely interrupted. We danced for a while until I excused my self to get something to eat. Once I have quenched my hunger I returned to the dance floor, where I spent the the next hours dancing and watch all the other selected dance with Prince Jason. Well, all but me. By the end of the night I was furious, Prince Jason still had not even talked to me. I was still fuming when all of the the guests had left, and only the selected remained.
Most of the girls had drifted in to a group at the center of the room. Each girl was talking of how Prince Jason danced and talked with him. They all seemed to glow with happiness, even the ones who were here only for the Crown. As I surveyed the other girls my anger turned in to sadness. Why was Prince Jason being so cruel as to not ever include me. Even if he didn't like me anymore, he could had at least danced with me. I felt the tears building up, and quickly hurried to the door. Before I let myself out, I looked over the sea of girls. Each one certain they were the next princess of Illèa, just because of one stupid night. I ran off weeping to my room.