Right.

I am having my first ever SYOC. But that doesn't mean that I am picking the first people to respond, though that fact will be taken into consideration.

Form:

Basic

Name: (Don't make it too long-a maximum of two middle names. And don't worry too much about it being original-just take a name like Emily, change the spelling, and it's a decent name in my books.)

Age: (Between 16-20)

Province:

Occupation:

Family's old Caste: (This may not seem important, but trust me, it will be)

Looks

Eyes: (Be realistic, no reds, pinks etc)

Hair:

Height:

Outfit?:

Frame: (e.g: Chubby, curvy, skinny, slender)

Any scars/freckles? If so, where:

Will she have any major changes to her in the makeover? If so, what changes:

Personality

Basic:

Friends:

Family:

Romantic background?:

Initial reaction to being Selected:

Attitude towards the Prince:

Extra: (e.g any medical conditions)

Good luck! Now, on with my introduction.

"Janus, wake up!" I rolled over and blinked wearily at my younger sister Bellona. Her dark brown hair was pinned into some sort of twist on the side of her head, and her dark green eyes were stern. My mother used to say that Bellona is fourteen going on forty. She isn't wrong.

"Whyyyyy...' I moaned, 'It's the first day of summer, I deserve a lie-in.' Bellona scowled at me, and dragged me roughly out of bed. For a prince, I'm not charming, charismatic or regal. I'm a typical teenager-shame that one day I'll rule the country.

"Mom told me to wake you up, because she doesn't trust the butlers to do it properly. Apparently, mom and dad have something to tell you." Bellona gave me a little smirk, as if to tell me that I was in trouble. Bellona should be the one ruling the country-she's regal, stern, elegant and charming. In other words-mom. Eadlyn Schreave and Bellona Schreave resemble each other so closely, it scares me.

"Well, I'm up, and I'll call a butler. I'll see you at breakfast, Bells." Bellona shot me the death glare, and as she walked away screeched,

"Don't call me Bells!" I smirked and rang for my butler, Ivan.

"Janus, your father and I have decided to stage a Selection."

My mom looked at me carefully, as if trying to gauge my reaction.

I must've failed her little test of hysteria, because she continued.

"I know that it may take some time to sink in, but-'

I cut my mother off. A Selection. What's the big deal? Thirty five girls come to the palace, and over a few months I pick a wife. The way she acted, it was as if she was telling me that someone had died.

"When will the Selection start?" I asked, as my father tried to stop his smile. I take after him most, though it's not like him to lay in bed all day either. I'm the first Schreave in history to have that trait.

"Next week,' my dad responded, 'We just want to give the guest rooms a clean and draft a few more chefs, that's all.' I nodded and tried to look like a prince by gracefully exiting.

I fell flat on my face and ended up getting my wrist stitched up after falling on a stack of glass plates. Naturally.

Back then, I didn't know how much the arrival of the Selected would impact me.