Hey I'm back! Sorry for the long pause! I didn't get any character submissions so stopped writing for this story. But I have new motivation after picking up the story again and here is a clear SYOC sheet. You can send it to me through PM or reviews. I'll work on characters as well and hopefully this story can be picked right back up! Hope to get Submissions!
NOTE: JUST TO BE CLEAR THE SYOC SHEET OUTLINE IS CHAPTER 6! PLEASE SUBMIT!
Also I'll try to update as much as possible, I don't know how that'll go with school.
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CHAPTER 1
Eirelyn POV
Eirelyn looked at herself in the mirror one last time, taking in her features. She looked like a complete wreck; her red hair was in a messy ponytail up on her head, there were dark circles under her eyes and her brilliant emerald green eyes so much like her Father's looked hollow. No wonder her sister had been saying that she looked disgusting. She really did.
Part of her was angry though, she had every right to be angry and depressed and sad. Her father had just died. She didn't even want to go down stairs to the family room to watch the report. Today was the day that the selected girls would be announced for Prince Payton's selection.
Prince Payton was the next King of Illéa. He was the son of King Maxon and Queen Kriss. The Prince was the spitting image of his father with neat honey blonde hair and a strong build. He got his eyes from his mother though, they were a light hazel brown that looked warm and inviting even through the TV screen.
Even though she couldn't fault the Prince's looks, Eirelyn hadn't really wanted to enter the selection. She wanted to mourn her father in peace for a few more weeks but as faith would have it, her twin brother, Lyndon dragged her to his girlfriend, Corrine's house, getting her to do Eirelyn's make-up to make her look pretty. Then they had taken her picture and BOOM! Her selection packet had been filled out and sent before she could blink. They must have filled the information out without her knowledge to send it off that fast.
"Hey! Eiry! Get out of your room! The report is going to start at any minute!" There was a banging at her door and Eirelyn rolled her eyes. She had forgotten the instigator of how this had probably all happened. Her best friend; AKA Asteria Newsome, the daughter of Celeste Newsome, her mother's best friend. She was determined that they everything life changing together and yes, that included applying for the selection.
Suppressing her sigh, Eirelyn slipped out of her room to face her best friend. Asteria Newsome wasn't just pretty, she was drop dead gorgeous. Everything that Eirelyn wasn't. Asteria had wavy hair the color of rich butterscotch, a gentle heart shaped face, full lips and large sweet sapphire blue eyes. Not to mention that she had curves in all the right places.
"I'm coming, there's no need to yell." Eirelyn grumbled as she made her way down to the living room with Asteria on her heel. In the living room she found the rest of her siblings and Corrine sitting on the couch. Her mother had gone off to Clermont to visit Celeste, hence why Asteria was here; she loved coming over to Carolina when both their mothers were somewhere else.
Her siblings didn't really pay attention to them as they came down, which was fine. It was hard to be noticed in such a big family; she had two sisters and three brothers.
Her sisters were Brittanya and Francille. Brittanya was sixteen with straight black hair that went to her waist and icy blue eyes like Mom. Francille was thirteen and the spitting image of mom with fiery red hair and blue eyes.
Her brothers more or less all looked the same. There was her twin, Lyndon with the same strong muscular build and same green eyes as her, just with a few flecks of blue. Harris was fifteen with dark hair and blue-green eyes and finally there was Mykel. He was the baby of the family at only eight years old, he had curly red hair and green eyes.
"Your just in time." Corrine said, giving them a shy smile. Corrine was such a sweet girl if not a bit on the quiet side, Eirelyn could see why Lyndon adored her with her soft pale skin, rosy cheeks, caramel curls and gray eyes. Shy and pretty, just Lyndon's type, their parents didn't even care that she was a four, two caste lower than them.
The report came on not long after and Eirelyn watched with disinterest as King Maxon went on about New Asia and how Illéa was doing economically. Finally the camera settled on Prince Payton and even she had to admit that he looked extremely dashing.
The dark gray suit Prince Payton wore fit perfectly against his athletic body, his blonde hair was artfully tousled out of his eyes and his light hazel eyes had a confident glow in them. Tonight though, she could see the nervousness under the confidence.
"Good evening everyone," The Prince began, his voice rich and deep. "I'm sure everyone is excited as I am for the selection..." Eirelyn droned him out as he began to talk.
Truthfully she barely paid attention to what he was saying, even as he started to open the envelopes and declaring the selected girls.
"From Clermont, Miss Asteria Newsome, two." Eirelyn's attention snapped back the the report because Asteria's picture flashed on the screen and the fact that her best friend had let out a high pitched shrieked on seeing her face on the TV and was now holding her upper arm in death grip, her nails slightly digging into Eirelyn's flesh.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" Asteria shrieked, blue eyes wide in amazement. "I made it!"
"Congratulations Asteria." Lyndon said warmly a large smile on his face.
"Yeah." Eirelyn nodded, "Will you please let me go?" Even though she was happy for her friend, part of her felt hollow. That was it. Her best friend would be leaving for who knew how long to the palace for a chance at being Queen in a few weeks.
The names went on and on after that until Prince Payton reached Carolina, that drew her attention back.
"From Carolina, Miss Eirelyn Leger." Every sound seemed to fade out at that announcement as she just stared at her own face flashing on the screen in shock. No way in hell.
Asteria was screaming again, crushing her to her chest in pure joy. She could also hear her siblings congratulate her but they all sounded far away. Never in a million years did she think that she'd be chosen and all she could think of was one thought.
Mom is going to kill me. Her Mom's anger was legendary, her temper as fiery as her hair. No one raised America Leger's anger without getting burned.
Hope you enjoyed the first chapter! If you have any questions or comments please don't hesitate to put it in the reviews.
