Hello, guys! This is my second remake now of a Selection SYOC. This SYOC will probably be centered around 100 years after America and Prince Maxon. The rebels are still existing in this story. The Southern rebels are getting more and more violent each year. So violent that Illea almost decided to put aside the Selection, however it's been decided that it will still go on. The kingdom's defenses have substantially gotten higher. What's special about this Selection in particular is that it will have a shared Selection with France, so instead of competing for only one prince, the girls will be competing for the Prince of Illea as well as the Prince of France. So of course there will be two winners in this Selection.
~Rules~
1) I only accept via PM. I won't read the ones submitted through review.
2) No Mary-Sue's please.
3) I don't want any copies of America. Keep your characters original!
4) Please, please don't have your character be a kid of one of the original characters in the book.
5) I want a diversity of castes and personalities. I might make you change it if there's too many of one.
6) This is not first come first serve. If I don't choose your character, no hard feelings.
7) Have fun! Hope you enjoy reading.
~ Now, without further ado, here is a short prologue of the story. ~
I stood in my father's office, watching as he sat at his office desk and stared at the files that contained recent attacks of the rebels, plus some more letters from the King and court of France which had me wondering what they were for. He pursed his lips in concentration as he looked over each of the papers, running a hand through his hair and giving out a stressed sigh. He looked over at my mother, the Queen, along with my sister Brielle and I. He had called us all into his office for a family meeting and to discuss something about the recent news with France.
"As you all know I'm leaving to New Asia in about a week for business so I won't be able to be here for half of the Selection," My father finally spoke, glancing at me in particular. "But there is some more news I have to discuss."
"Well what is it then?" My mother impatiently questioned.
"I just received word from France and King Stephen would like his son to have a shared selection with Colin since they're both the same age and figured it would be more convenient for both of them to have it." King Valentin explained.
"What." I simply uttered, expressing the look of irritation on my face.
A shared selection.? With someone else? Of all people the Daupin of France whom I had already met when I was younger. He definitely wasn't one you wanted to get cross with. From the stories I've heard about his terrible past, he was completely brutal and cold now.
"So that means double the girls instead of thirty five? God, why don't you just kill us all," Brielle impassively muttered, sharing the same annoyed enthusiasm as my mother and I. Something we probably inherited from the family.
"So while your away to New Asia I'm going to have to play host to the entire French court and not to mention for that dreaded woman, Bedelia?" My mother fumed, referring to the French Queen as that dreaded woman.
"It won't be for long, you know this would be France's first selection, since this has always been a custom for Illea. King Stephen merely suggested it and I agreed that it was a good idea as well for our sons to have a shared Selection. It would be something new. There would still be the regular thirty five girls, we decided not to double it because God knows what condition the palace would be in if we housed seventy Illean girls plus some of the family of the French court." My father droned on, but I realized he had a point at the end.
Seventy girls in the house would be a nightmare. I could barely handle one girl with all my past exes. Thirty five was more than enough for me.
"So while Colin has his selection we have to play host to all his future wives plus the batshit crazies from the French court? No thanks. I'll be in my room drowning myself." Brielle rolled her eyes and slowly made her way towards the door.
"Oh Brielle, enough with the dramatics." My father raised his fingers and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"I don't much mind for the Daupin of France though, he's hot." Brielle admitted.
"That's the most positive thing I heard you say all day, Brielle." I raised an eyebrow. She gave me a sarcastic smile in response before exiting the office and heading back into the hallway.
While my father continued to explain the detail about the selection, I groaned and reached for a nearby glass of wine that was sitting on top of a drink tray. The butler stood beside the tray and immediately took the glass of wine and gave it to me, seeing as it was slightly far from my reach. I muttered a small thanks in return and took a sip from the glass.
My mother glanced over at the glass of wine in my hands and gave my wrist a light slap. "Why are you drinking? You shouldn't be drinking. I should be the one drinking," She gave me a stern stressed look and reached over for the tray as well, taking one glass before the butler could hand it to her.
"Damn it all. I'll just have to watch as the Illean court goes to hell these next few months," She brushed the bottom of her dress aside before angrily stepping out of the office as well.
"Well, that wasn't quite the reaction I was expecting but very well. Everything will work out according to plan these next few months," My father filed some papers on the desk neatly.
I set aside my glass of wine and sat down on the couch with my arm over the side. "So you've been having some trouble with rebels lately father.?" I questioned.
He brushed his fingers across the side of the papers before setting them back down. "Somewhat. I've strengthened the defenses of the palace guard quite a bit. I've been meaning to ask you how your team of guards you've assigned to take care some of the southern rebels have been doing so far."
"They've been successful." I simply stated. "They actually have a mission tonight to find those rebels who killed that family from caste two."
"Ah yes, very troubling to hear about their deaths." My father solemnly replied. "How many rebels have they killed so far?"
"I would say roughly about thirty." I truthfully replied.
"Good. All those rebel scum need to be eliminated. It's good that we have some of the northern rebels on our side guarding the palace but your team has been proved most useful. I don't know how you managed to find and hire them but I'm glad you did, son." My father stood up from his desk and gave me a small pat on the shoulder.
As he exited out of the office I glanced over at my glass of wine and casually picked it up by the bottom, spinning the wine around in the glass and watching as it spun around in a circle.
The last thing I needed was for the southern rebels to begin with their scheming and get involved with the Selection.
Who else was going to try and stop them from doing so otherwise.?
...9 hours later...
A southern rebel sat kneeled down on the ground with his hands tied behind his back. Several other rebels lay dead beside him, the ones who were part of his small group.
He kept his gaze on the dark concrete floor, barely being able to see anything because of the darkness of the night. He tried to break free from the rope tied around his wrists but it was no use as the rope was tied around too tight, causing a painful brush burn on his wrists. He sent a glare up at his capturers who were currently standing over him and deciding what to do with him. They were also responsible for killing the other rebels.
All of them were wearing hoodies over their heads and masks on their faces to protect their identities.
The one in the middle stood leaning against a wall, twirling his gun around in his hand.
"Lift his head up," He merely ordered.
The other members of his team came towards the rebel and grabbed him by the hair to roughly lift his head up. His glare was met with the robed one in the middle, who he assumed was the leader of the group.
"Were you and your group the ones responsible for killing that family from caste two that were associated with the royals.?" The robed leader carefully questioned.
"Yes, the royals and anyone associated with them deserve to die." The rebel scornfully spat on the floor near the other man's feet.
The robed leader stood unfazed, almost seeming bored. Once the rebel spat on the floor, he slightly pushed himself away from the wall to stand taller.
"So you have no remorse for what you did then.? Nothing at all?"
The rebel gave out a menacing smirk. "Nope, none at all."
"Very well..." The robed leader glanced over at his two members that were currently holding the rebel's head up.
"Shoot him."
He stepped away from the wall and was just about to walk away from the area until the rebel watched him go and made a quick shout of protest. "Wait, before you kill me at least show your damn face.!"
The robed leader stopped in his tracks, before slowly turning back to stare at the rebel. He stood still for a few moments until finally he slowly brought his hand up to his face and let his head hang back for the hoodie to fall off. Once he brushed his mask back and brought his face back down, the rebel gave a short gasp of shock.
"Y-your the Prince of Illea..!" The rebel exclaimed.
"It's your highness, mind you." Colin clicked his tongue, before one of the other members of his group pulled out his pistol and pulled the trigger against the rebel's head despite his screams and curses, ending the man's life in a second.
Once the man crumpled onto the floor, the others moved away from him.
Colin turned away, continuing to head back into the alleys. His robe gracefully fell behind him and brushed along the floor with each step he took back into the shadows. The others followed after him as well moments after they had stepped away from the dead rebel.
The area was yet again empty and this time filled with several bodies of dead rebels in a pool of blood.
Leave comments and reviews please, love getting those. The form is down below and is also in my profile. Also, instead of the usual 35 girls, I will only be picking 12. Descriptions and pics of the families are also in my profile too. Prince Tristan and his family will be introduced in the next chapter. ~~
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