A/N: This is a crossover between the Throne of Glass series and the Selection Series. Thanks to myperfectionismyimperfection for editing my work.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Throne of Glass or the Selection Series.
I look at myself in the mirror. My creamy blonde hair is curled and set up so a golden crown could be pinned onto the side of my head. White pearls and rubies strung on a golden cord hang loose on my head. I'm wearing a floor length gown designed in colors of red, white, and shimmery red dress skirt tapers longer to the back with a glittery sheer top skirt under a gold embroidered trim. The dress has short puff sleeves, an apple-red bow accent on her bodice. Nothing too tight or constricting or puffy like Mother promised. But since she made me wear this dress, I put my own touch, I wore a white cape that had black checkered lining and red, gold, and pink designs at the edges. There were two red bows at each of the shoulders on the cape, which was connected by three tiers of white pearls.
Since this was suppose to be formal and it was aired live, I had to wear heels. How I was suppose to walk in them, I had no idea. The heels looked about 2 ½ inches tall. They were white with gold designs and a red bow on one side of each shoe. As with the cape, there were three tiers of white pearls holding my feet into the shoe.
My maids, Anne, Callie, and Tiffany, were putting on the finishing touches. I had on black eyeliner (that's what they called it anyway), silver eye shadow (they insisted I called it that instead of 'the powder thingy'), and red lipstick.
The whole effect was to make my bright blue eyes ringed with gold, even brighter. I had naturally rosy cheeks, and porcelain skin so I didn't need any foundation or blush. My maids also gave me jewelry, red bow earrings that had gold dangly things coming out of it, and a gold necklace that covered my whole neck. I barely recognized myself.
"Hey, sis. Mom's calling us. Better hurry before she pulls the fire alarm, again."
He emphasizes "again" to make a point.
"Fine," I look at my twin brother, Prince James, and give him the best smirk I could produce while wearing makeup, and say, "Race ya!"
Sadly, I forgot that I was wearing heels and fell half-way down the stairs. Graceful, beautiful, and charming, all the things that make a "good" princess, and all the things I'm not.
Fortunately, my brother, who was most of the time, a good sport and only wanted to protect and make sure I was safe, was able to grab me before I face planted onto the stairs. Unfortunately for him, I used this moment to get an advantage and push him against the wall and win.
When we got to the dining room to eat breakfast, I got a withering glare from my brother and mother. Apparently, pushing your twin brother against a
wall, and then running to reach the room first so I could rub it in his face was totally unladylike.
My father, King Chaol, was the only one not glaring at me, it was typical though because he was usually emotionless, but today he was smiling at me, it was kind of creepy because it was forced. You could tell.
"You better straighten yourselves up before the Report. Oh yes, and darling?"
I turn toward my mother. You can tell that all of my physical genes come directly from her, but the only difference is that she's a lot older and her hair isn't as long.
"I can see the knives sticking out of your shoes, and the dagger sticking out of the back of your dress."
Dang it, I thought to myself.
"Hey, be grateful that she didn't realize that you were hiding sharp pins in the jewels of your necklace," my brother muttered to me.
I didn't really care anymore, because once I walked out those doors and went to the broadcasting room, my whole life was going to change.