Hi everyone! This is my first story under this account. It has the same feel as the first story I ever wrote, but here is my redo of it. Hopefully you all like my style of writing and the story line. I am going to try and publish twice a week for now, maybe it will end up being different, but for now here is the first chapter to The Third. Please make sure to follow the story and leave your comments so that I can make the story better for the audience that is reading!
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I watched as he paced back and forth in the room. Sheer nerves and anxiety filled the four walls and the silence between me and my brother became unbearable. "Mason, just pick an envelope from one of the piles," I said as I finally broke the tension in the room. Three older men looked at me strangely, almost as if they were questioning my presence at that very moment.
"See this is why you need to be here, Rose, but I just don't see how this whole Selection is any good to anyone here in this room, in this palace, or in this nation."
Finally, my father spoke up. "Son, it shouldn't be this difficult for you to pick a few envelopes. When your mother did this she had no idea she would marry one of the Selected's translators, yet here I am. No matter what envelope you pick now there will be a girl here for you no matter what," he said. My father's tone was strong and supportive, yet he did understand his son's anxiety.
"Fine," my brother finally sighed and pulled the envelope from the first providence of Carolina. Shaking, he turned to one of his advisers and handed him the white envelope with purple writing on the outside. He made his way down the row of baskets, filled with mounds of hopeful young women's applications, narrowing so many down to just thirty-five in a matter of minutes. Mason finally got to the basket marked Angeles, our home, and pulled the envelope from the very bottom. With that he breathed a sigh of relief turning to me and Dad. Before I could give my brother a hug, or a few motivating words, we were rushed off to breakfast, and the long and busy day that awaited all three of us.
I sat down at the long table between my two brothers, Mason and Xavier, while the twins sat at the other end of the table, closer to Mom. "Stop it!" I hear Emma squeal. I look over at Aria stealing the last strawberry tart off of Emma's dish. Strawberry tarts were the twins' favorite; after my grandmother and grandfather's selection they became a staple in the palace's breakfast. They still stayed with us in the palace and helped my parent's rule but always had breakfast alone in their room. I had never understood why they did that, my mother always said I would understand when I was old and married with kids of my own; until then it would remain a mystery.
When breakfast was cleared, I stood up and excused myself from the table. I was followed out by footsteps that seemed to always be in sync with one another. Shortly after I made my way to the end of the hallway, squeals and laughter filled the walls behind me. In an instant there was a cloud of blue and purple material and dark hair already in front of me and halfway up the stairs. Those two were always a handful and I could only imagine what my home would sound like with thirty-five other girls in addition to my two energetic little sisters.