Well this is my second Selection Fanfiction (my first I wasn't sure what to do next) and I wanted a fresh start with it; however I will use how I think my fanfiction would've ended (this is if Eadlyn didn't exist) so the family tree:
America Singer (Deceased) x Maxon Schreave (Deceased)
William Schreave x Lila Mersenth - Angelina Schreave x Jean Pierre Gasquet (Prince of France/Deceased)
Mila Schreave x Edmund Reyes – Marco Gasquet x Tatiana Black
Logan Reyes x _TBD_ (others not going to be listed here)
About the Royals:
William Schreave age 63: two years after Mila's wedding to Edmund, there was a rebel attack and he was shot in the spinal cord which caused him to be paralyzed waist-down, he retired his position and still remains in the castle with Lila
Lila Mersenth-Schreave age 60: Her entire life she was a Caste of "1", her parents had known Maxon's parents in their life-time and she was barely eligible for the Selection itself, after a Masquerade ball she had been kidnapped along with Louisa Leger (Aspen and Lucy Leger's daughter) she realized she actually had feelings for Will. And ever since he was shot she never leaves his side
Angelina Schreave-Gasquet age 63: After Jean died and Marco married she moved back to Illea to be with her twin brother William and his wife Lila. Even in her old age she is very optimistic and it's not hard to guess that her now gray hair was once a vibrant red like her mother's due to her personality
Mila Schreave-Reyes age 41: Mila is not exactly as warm hearted as her mother, Lila, or her aunt, Angelina. Or even her grandmother, America, but she's not cruel. She's strict and expects the best from Logan and Lucille. She's a bit harsher on Brooks and tends to yell at Juliette a lot – but on Camera she seems like a beautiful elegant queen who is just arm candy to Edmund
Edmund Reyes age 42: Edmund is a mystery to everyone but Mila, on camera he's the king. Nothing more. Just a powerful figure who makes decision for his country. Of camera it seems the less his children know about his father the safer they feel.
Logan Reyes age 19: Like his grandfather before his Selection, Logan is a "lady's man" he's a natural flirt but unlike Luce, doesn't really believe in "true love", he sees things the way they are and a little too logically sometimes. However that is always left out of the news, on television he looks like the perfect guy. On Camera he's a heartthrob – but off, he doesn't exactly know who he is
Lucille Reyes age 17: Prefers to be called Luce, she's a hopeless romantic, and isn't afraid to make friends with the Selected, but she's also not afraid to make enemies. She doesn't talk to Logan about the girls unless she feels like it's absolutely necessary because she wants him to find "truelove" without her butting in, however if you get on her bad side, she will subtly bring Logan's attention to you not being worthy of him
Brooks Reyes age 14: Very active, and definitely considered a trickster. During the Selection he attempts to make their life not quite a living hell, but he's always up to something, and it's not a secret. He will often play tricks on the new show host- Killian Wyden. Logan is his role model, he looks up to him
Juliette Reyes age 5: Everyone calls her Jules or Julie. She's a little sweet-heart but also very sensitive. She likes to follow Luce and the other Selected girls around, and isn't very good at "stealth", always carries around Angelina's old ragged unicorn stuffed toy
Here's the Form (Credit to TheSelectionr0x it's based off hers) this will also be on my bio
Keep in mind that the more detailed they are the more likely they will last longer and have more POVs
First Name:
Middle Name:
Last Name:
Sexuality:
Age:
Caste:
Province (if it's taken ill have to put them elsewhere):
Hair Color:
Hair Length:
Hair thickness:
Curly, wavy, Straight:
Eye Color:
Skin (includes freckles, how easily they burn):
Height / Weight:
Body Shape (skinny, moderate, heavy, hourglass etc…):
General Looks:
Favorite Food/Hobby/Color:
Family:
Friends:
Reason behind Entering:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Talents:
Background:
Past Relationships (if any):
Personality:
Quotes you want in the story:
A Scene you want in the story (Optional):
Maids (Only 3):
What they think of the Royals:
King Edmund-
Queen Mila-
Prince Logan-
Princess Lucille (Luce/Lucy)-
Prince Brooks-
Princess Juliette-
Great-Aunt Angelina-
Grandpa William-
Grandma Lila-
Extra:
This is the only chapter that will be in third person- I just wanted to try it out.
Of Truest Heart
Chapter One
Prince Logan
When his mother told him he was to have a Selection, there was nothing he could do to prevent it. He knew it was a bad idea. There was a feeling in his chest and a voice in his head shouting at him, yelling: it's not worth it.
True love doesn't exist.
But he couldn't change Queen Mila's mind. Any attempt would be fruitless. His father was in a Selection, The King wouldn't talk to him anyways. Maybe Grandpa Will? He loved his grandfather, yes that part is true enough, but he also knew that the memories of it would be painful, and Grandma Lila may just ruin his face with her nails if he upset her husband.
Brooks would laugh at his brother's pain.
Juliette would clap her hands and toss her ragged unicorn into the air.
Lucille would just squeal and insist to help mother draw the girls.
That's right. Draw. Not pick like in his Great-Grandfathers Selection. They would sift out the dangerous ones with shady backgrounds, ignoring the castes. Then draw a girl's name from a bowl for each of the Provinces.
Logan didn't get to know, of course. That process was left to the females of his family. Aunt Angel, Mother, Grandma Lila, Luce, and even Little Jules.
His father would remain in the study as always. His brother would devise a plan to make the Selected Girls life a living hell, and Logan- Logan would pretend nothing was going on until the day they were announced.
Lady Jessamine
Alec insisted she held his hand. He wanted to show the strangers on the streets of Clermont that he was dating her. His hand was clammy and rough. It took all of Jess's might to keep herself from yanking her hand away the moment he intertwined their fingers.
Sure Alec was cute…enough. He wasn't the best of her boyfriends. He had straight brown hair and simple brown eyes. He wasn't like Nathan. None of her boyfriends were like Nathan.
They would kiss her, they would buy her dinner, but they never made her feel anything. Some would insist they loved her, but she knew it was all a ruse.
The watch on Jessamine's wrist beeped. Alec pretended he didn't hear it, and brushed the strand of blue-dyed hair aside. She caught his wrist and smirked, "I'll see you later."
Alec frowned, "Do you have to go?"
Jess shrugged, "Can't miss band practice."
Her band, Out of Nonsense, consisted of her on guitar and female lead vocalist, Nathan on the drums, her best friend, Bonnie, lead guitarist, and Nathan's cousin Josh as male lead vocalist.
Jess pulled her hand out of Alec's and bounded down the street to Bonnie's. Out of Nonsense practiced in her basement, and that's where she hid her guitar.
Her mother didn't know about the band, and she had no intent of informing her. Katherine Swan expected her to be the Queen. Jess was grounded for a month after she dyed the one section of hair, but that didn't stop her from going to band. Nothing would.
*Of Truest Heart*
Jessamine didn't bother to inform Alec that practice was over. She didn't want to have to hold his clammy hand again. The thought made her shutter.
At practice there were only three of them, Josh didn't show up. Nathan claimed that he had to study for a final, and the two girls didn't press any further.
When Bonnie went to fetch some water. Nathan would steal a kiss, and mumble about how her uniform made her look like a sexy school girl. When Bonnie would be focused on fixing a glitch in her drums, Jess would place a hand on Nathan's jeans up on his thigh.
Josh not being there made the process a hell of a lot easier.
Jessamine reached into her private school backpack and pulled out the vegetable oil. She rubbed it along the hinges of the window to be sure that it didn't make any noise. Only after she entered her bedroom did she risk breathing.
Placing her backpack onto her bed, the door swung open. "How long have you been home?" Katherine demanded.
"I got home early, Kaelyn didn't let me touch the project." She keep her eyes on the floor. Making eye contact her mother was always a bad idea.
"Isobel said she didn't hear the front door open."
"Isobel needs to get her hearing checked."
"Jessamine." She warned her tone serious, "Drop the act."
Jess's heartrate increased, "I don't know what you're talking about, mother."
"Lies, lies, all you do is lie. I followed you after school today."
Fuck.
"I saw you with Alec."
Jess would've sighed of relief if she knew her mother wouldn't have noticed.
"Then I followed you to your trashy friend's house." Her breathe hitched. Katherine's fingers glided over the objects on her desk, she picked up a photo of Jess and Bonnie. "Should've known she had something to do with your little secret."
Her mother set the photo back on the desk. All Jessamine could do was stand stalk still. "If you planned on keeping the band a secret from me you shouldn't play so loud."
Jess opened her mouth to say something, anything, that she was there helping Bonnie, that she wasn't in the band itself. Katherine wouldn't believe her. She never did.
Her mother pulled out a piece of paper and waved a picture of Jess smiling as she left Bonnie's house. "I think this will work for your Selection Application."
"Wh-what!" She sputtered unable to believe her mother would do such a thing. Until it hit her smack in the face that this is exactly something Katherine Swan would do.
The elder women waved a complete form in her daughters face and slipped both the photo and the form into an envelope.
"Maybe the Selection will teach you some manners."
The door shut in Jessamine Swan's face like all other options for who knows how long.
Lady Nala-Rose
She was hungry. What else was knew? Her stomach craved for food, any food, and she knew her mother felt the same way, but her mother was asleep. Nala was not.
There was a weight of guilt in her chest, but she knew this was the only option for anything to get better for Vivian Turner and herself. She wanted more than anything for time to turn back, to when she was still a child.
She wasn't a child for long.
She wasn't a child anymore.
Nala sat below the street light in the slums of Zuni filling out the Selection form well after midnight. It wasn't safe to be in the middle of the street after dark. Not even for an eight, but for her mother, it was worth the risk.
The young girl signed her name at the bottom of the page with a shaky hand, with a plan to go to submit it before her mother had even awoken.
For her mother, anything was worth the risk.
This chapter is more just to get it started, it's shorter, I know, and until I get the selection actually moving I will have three or more character POVs per chapter. I tried to use third person but I prefer 1st, if im ever changing up the person on you I will be sure to inform yall.
Bye Lovelies!
~Hailey