What's Meant To Be

by 4Love4Love4

Prince Carter Schreave has spent his whole life being told that he's special, that he'll do great things for his country. Almost nothing has ever made him nervous, for he believes there's no obstacle that he can't tackle. His Selection shouldn't be any different, right? But with the threat of another world war, and girls of all sorts, will he find the one who's meant to be? Hiatus

1. Time For My Selection

It wasn't like I had never met a girl. It wasn't even like I had never met a girl my age. It was the fact that I knew that I would never marry any of them. But now I'm 19. And it's time for my Selection.

For those of you who are unfamiliar with the Selection: when the crown prince of Illéa (me) turns 19 (my age), 35 girls, one from each province, between the ages of 15 and 20 (including neither 15 nor 20) will come to the royal palace to live with us. All of them I date at once, and one of them I'll marry. It's a televised spectacle, and I have to eliminate everyone one by one. Fantastic.

The problem is, not all of them will be entering for love. Some of them want the crown. Some of them want the money. I'm not really interested in finding a wife at 19 (except as a boy living with a virginity law, I do get lusty sometimes), but I certainly don't want someone who also doesn't want to get married to me! That would make for a sucky life.

And on top of it, the palace is going crazy! The buzz is slightly intolerable. And for whatever reason, they keep asking me about accommodations for the girls!

"Can you please just pick Carter?" My mom asks me, frustrated. Next to her is Cordelia Thornley, our very own "Sophia" of my Selection, with her hands on her hips. I could clearly tell they were losing patience, but I don't even care about this stuff! What purpose does that have? I don't know what girls like their rooms to look like! I cant chose one maid over another! These are things for Blair to answer! What a good idea.

"I think that you should ask Blair. She would be much more able to answer such a question." I tell them.

"Nice try. You're not getting out of this." Mom crosses her arms. Oh well. It was worth a shot.

"Ok. What's a calming color?"

"Ah! Smart! The girls will be nervous, so it's best to give them a calming colored room! See Carter? You've got this!" My mom seems very suddenly excited, and Delia makes a note on her clipboard. Sure. Those were my intentions. I just don't want a color that will give me a headache when visit them, but it's probably best that they don't get headaches either. Right. Yeah!

"What about purple or navy or light aqua? Girls like those colors, right?" Blair does, at least.

"Ooh! Lavender could be gorgeous! A mint-ish light aqua would be stunning at night and in the mornings, definitely. Navy's a no, far too dark. Make a note of that!" My mom exclaims excitedly.

"What if we have a small crystal chandelier over the bed? Or do you want a canopy?" Delia asks mom.

"No canopy, the chandelier is definitely better. I want a queen sized bed in the corner of the room, no bed posts, no canopy." Delia writes some more. "I think that light aquamarine would be better for the tone of the room, what do you think Carter?"

"What? Oh yeah, that sounds good."

"Yeah. That's perfect. Write that down." She gestures to Delia.

I thankfully tune out the rest of the conversation. Finally they dismiss me.

On my way back to my room, Blair stops me.

"You excited to announce the Selection tonight?" She teases. Shut up Blair.

"Of course. This is how I'll find my wife. I can't wait to see how many girls want to marry me. Don't you?" I ask her coolly. "Oh wait, no one wants to marry you!" She sticks her tongue out at me.

"More people want to marry me in each town than you have brain cells." She tells me.

"Ouch Blair Bear, that stings." I mockingly wince, using the nickname I know she hates.

"Haha. I sincerely hope that those poor girls aren't looking for humor."

"Sticks and stones B."

"Yeah, good luck. With your charm, girls should be lining up all the way to New Asia." She rolls her eyes sarcastically.

"I am quite charming." I say, stroking my chin.

"And humble."

"Yes, that too."

"Later Loser."

"Later Loser." I repeat, a smirk playing on my lips.

She struts off in the opposite direction, and I walk to my room.

It's about 4 in the afternoon, and my day can't be over yet. No chance. But what can I even do?

Take a nap.

Hahahahaha no. No sleep's coming when I have to announce the Selection. Hell no.

I'm nervous. And I don't usually get nervous, and never would I admit that. But there's only one person that I'll talk to about this.

I groggily get out of my bed and trudge to the other side of the 3rd floor.

I notice the nameplate pinned to her white door that she made when she was 16: oval shaped and painted white and hot pink in a lacy pattern. And in the center is her name is cursive: Bexley.

I knock lightly. When she doesn't come to the door, I tap with a bit more force.

"Bex?" I call. I hear a crash and a door click shut, plus a lot of mumbling and stumbling around the room. She finally comes to the door dressed in a white robe. I sniff her. "What do you smell like?"

"What do you need?" The words aren't harsh, but rather soft, laced with shreds of disappointment. She must be having a bad day.

"Umm… Can I come in?"

She hesitates. "Uh, sure." She extends the door open and I sit on her off white and silver studded ottoman while she sits on her matching off-white bed, the sheets wrinkled. Maybe she was sleeping.

"Talk to me."

I breathe a sigh.

"I'm nervous." I admit.

"That's ok. Lucas was petrified when he had his Selection."

"Really?"

"Yep. Arabella told me when I was like, 6. He was going nuts!" She chuckles wistfully. "I don't really think you have anything to worry about."

"What if I find anybody?"

"That's the beauty of the Selection. There's always someone for everyone. That's how it's always been. Your parents went through a Selection, look at how in love they are! Grandma America and Grandpa Maxon's story is practically a fairytale! Great Grandma Amberly was the only person who could ever calm Great Grandpa Clarkson. I think you'll be just fine."

"But what if I fall in love and she doesn't?"

"Then it wasn't meant to be." She sees the look at my face and rubs my arms. "Listen. You're going to do great. Ok? I promise."

I breathe shakily. "Ok."

"I'll see you on the Report tonight, sound good? I'm cheering for you." She tosses me a wink.

"Ok. Thank you." I silently close her door behind me.

Now what do I do until 8:00?

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Heyyyyyyy everyone! Are you ready for another SYOC story? I AM!

Selection SYOC Form:

Name (First, Middle, Last):

Nickname (Optional):

Age:

Birthday (no year):

Caste:

Occupation (Check my PowerPoint, it should help A LOT!):

School Attended/Highest Grade Level Completed:

Height/Weight/Build:

Eyes:

Hair (Color/length/type/preferred style):

Skin Tone:

Other distinct features:

Face Claim/Celebrity-Look-Alike (OPTIONAL, I'm just taking them as suggestions. AND AGE APPROPRIATE!):

Makeover changes/preferences for what she would wear:

Signature Scent:

Selection Style (clothes, hair, makeup, colors, fabrics, silhouettes, jewelry, anything you can think of!):

Style before the Selection (Same as above):

Personality (The more depth the better):

Likes/Hobbies/Passions:

Dislikes:

Quirks (give me a bunch of random facts about them):

Languages Spoken:

Family (Name, Age, Job, Appearance, Personality, Relationship with Character):

Pets?:

Best friends/Friends (if relevant):

History/Background:

First date Ideas:

Maids (There has to be 3: Name, age, appearance, personality):

How do they treat the Selected girls:

How do they treat the maids:

Opinions of Prince Carter:

Opinions of Princess Blair:

Opinions of King Lucas:

Opinions of Queen Madison:

Opinions of any other royal you find relevant:

Reason for entering:

Romantic History (if relevant):

Anything else:

HAVE FUN GUYS!

Here are my rules:

Try to make your characters INTERESTING! Some of them have shells. Some are mean. Some are selfless to a fault. Some are feisty. Quirky. Witty. Bratty. Sweet. MAKE A MIX! Give your characters depth! And same goes for appearance! Maybe they have different colored eyes! Maybe they die their hair blue! Maybe they're ethnic! Try to make all of your characters as original as possible!

Applications may ONLY BE SUBMITTED BY PM! That's important. REALLY sorry guests, but I'm going to need to be able to ask you questions!

Your PM subject heading should be just your girls name. Fist and Last.

This isn't a rule, but if you're going to submit, it would be really helpful for you to review!

THANK YOU GUYS! HAPPY SUBMITTING!

-Lily