Chapter One:

"Who dares to enter my room?"

"I told mom I'd find you out here."

"I'm that predictable aren't I?" Louis turns to see his sister nod. Just like the last 30 nights, the Prince of Illéa was found on the balcony attached to his room; a half-smoked cigarette was attached to his lips and the sun was just starting to rise.

Charlie, Louis' sister, flicks the cigarette over the edge of the balcony, "Mother wouldn't want to see that in your hand. Or smell it on you. She hates cigarettes."

"I do too." Louis replies, reaching for another, "I hate the taste of alcohol even more though."

"Don't you dare light that," Charlie warns, "I'll chuck it, the entire box, and the lighter, as far as I can."

Putting the box back in his pocket, he follows Charlie to the dining hall. The walk is silent as the two of them head to breakfast. Portraits of former Illéan citizens line the halls. From advisors to kings, the halls they're walking down show who has done incredible work for the country.

Louis tries not to think about it too much.

The siblings turn into the dining hall. King Jonathan and Queen Rosalind await the two; they take their seats and leave Gwyneth's spot empty. The maids quickly pour them their respective drinks whilst they discuss what's to come in the next week.

"Thank you for joining us Louis. It's a pleasure to see you out of bed at a reasonable hour." King Jonathan says, starting the conversation, "As you all know, Gwyneth has been happily married for eight years now and we are all happy for her. However, we all know that the lives of a royal are dedicated for the good of a nation, and, to appease the nation we call home, Louis will be holding a selection."

A laugh breaks out of the prince, "You're kidding me."

Charlie is barely holding in her laughter while Queen Rosalind denies her son's statement.

"Louis Nicholas Schreave, pull yourself together." King Jonathan commands, gaining back control of the room, "Your mother and I have been discussing it with our advisors. We have come to the conclusion that a selection is beneficial to the country."

"Okay, okay," Louis continues to laugh and leaves without eating, "I'll have the stupid selection."

As Charlie walks into the old, dusty, historical section of the Illéan Royal Library, she muses, "I'm shocked that I don't see you with a cigarette in your hand."

"In the library?" Louis asks me, "Mom would kill me."

"I wouldn't tell her. Though, she'd probably say that the books were tainted by the smell." Charlie replies, throwing herself onto one of the empty couches, "Anyways, what are you doing in here?"

"What does it look like?" Louis deadpans, not sparing Charlie a look when he's talking to her.

She answers, "You voluntarily have a book in your hands which means your reading for once. Considering the revelations at breakfast, you're probably reading about former selections and all of that crap."

"Trust me, I don't want to be reading this."

"Then don't." Charlie sits up, "We could hit the town or hide away in a secluded section of the castle and ignore all of our duties."

"You are almost an adult and you are still being childish," Louis notes, grabbing his things. He leaves Charlie where she was sitting.

She huffs at her brother, but he ignores her. In response, she yells at him, "You could at least spare me some idle-minded conversation!"

Louis tosses another book onto the floor and comtemplates another cigarette. Ultimately deciding against it, he gets one of the many books in his floor. When the door opens, it hits him in the head. The opener only has one word to say: Oops.

Rolling his eyes and absentmindedly rubbing his forehead, Louis asks, "What the hell do you want this time?"

"Lighten up a little, would you?" Charlie asks, entering the room, "I'm here bearing good news."

"I don't care." Louis walks past her, heading for the kitchen.

Charlie follows behind him, "Rude."

"Don't care;" he speeds up, trying to avoid her.

Charlie catches up with him, wearing a pissed expression. She grabs his arm, stopping him, "Dude! I was trying to tell you something."

He breaks free from her clutches and goes to get ice for his head.

"What do you want?" Exasperated, Louis finally gives Charlie his attention.

She huffs.

Louis asks, "Are you really doing this right now? God, why are you always being so bitchy."

"It's not my fault you were ignoring me."

"If you would leave me alone sometimes I wouldn't have to ignore you."

"Apologize."

"No."

"Now."

"Fine. I'm sorry." Louis says, "Now, what is the all important news?"

Charlie laughs, getting her way once more, "Nothing much actually; it's just that Gwyneth is visiting for your selection."

Author's Note:

So I'm really doing this. Who would've thought?

Well, this is my first SYOC, but I have plans for others. I would love your character submissions and if you want to see my disaster of a Pinterest, its called Slytherwitch (I believe), so yeah. Umm... I have nothing else to say.

Goodbye, Slytherwitch.