Taming the Wild one
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Full Summary: Prince Cassian Maxon Schreave never knows when to quit. His philosophy in life is "What's life without a bit of risk?" Growing up without the burden of being the king served its purpose and therefore, Cassian never learned how to be responsible. When His cousin decided to abdicate the throne three months ago, everything shifted overnight. And just like that, Cassian's life descended into chaos. Only it was the kind of Chaos he couldn't handle. After a Crisis with an old enemy arises, Cassian became faced with the one thing he struggled to keep away from his life. Cassian never wanted to fall in love. He never wanted to be tamed. But with the future of his country at risk, he finds out that there are sacrifices that must be done. He decides that he won't let himself fall in love easily, but with the selection, it's easier said than done.
Chapter 1: The Wild one
The Grandfather's Clock that rested right next to the fireplace read 8:59. I closed my eyes and blew out some air from my mouth as I stared at the closed door located down the hall. I silently counted down the seconds before the clock strikes 9 and as I did that, I started looking back and thinking about what I've possibly done wrong to be called down to face both my parents, my grandparents and my aunt and her husband.
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Was it because I sneaked out, along with my sister, my younger brother and my cousin and his twin sister on their eighteenth birthday to a bar disguised as a bunch of threes? And then we proceeded to get drunk and make absolute fools of ourselves that the manager threw us out?
No, that can't be it, first of all it's been three years, and second of all no one even knew about this. Well, except our grandmother and she was trying not to laugh when the bar owner contacted her since my sister was stupid enough to leave her scarf over there. A scarf, I might add, that had the royal insignia on it.
Sighing, I thought again.
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Or was it because I helped my sister inflict her revenge on her ex-boy-friend; the prince of Swendway and the girl he left her for; The Daughter of their Prime Minister by putting K-Y Jelly on both of their cars, put condoms over their antennas, and then wrote 'cheaters got rhythm' on their window shields?
No that can't be it, they never reported it since their relationship was secret and if they did, everyone will find out about them. My grandfather knew though, since he's the one who arranged our flight, saying almost inaudibly that he despises the boy's grandfather for flirting with my grandmother when they were kids. I smiled at the memory. He even covered for us at the time.
I began digging deeper in my mind.
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Or it might be because I wanted to surprise my younger sister for her thirteenth birthday so I brought her the moving circus to the palace and I made them do a show right in the dining hall, a show involving hoops that were on fire, an elephant that danced and a man whose act was based on flying swords?
No, my grandmother took the blame for this one. She told my parents that bringing them was her idea to spare me the punishment. My mom suspected that I was behind it, but she let it go.
I smiled at the memory, my grandmother is pretty awesome.
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Or was it the time I went with my cousin to the local high school disguised as a blind old man begging girls to hook up with him, as a favor for a dying blind man who wants to see his nephew cured from his aversion of girls?
I smiled at that one. We did crazy shit multiple times, but this one is, by far, my favorite.
I raked my brain one last time.
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It might be because I took all three of my younger cousins along with my two younger siblings to the amusement park at 3 a.m. in the morning and I made them try out all the rides they wanted because they were forbidden from going to any public place at their young age for their safety and because it was my youngest cousin's birthday wish to try the roller coaster.
Yes, that must be it. I remember my aunt going ballistic for her children's safety even though we had 8 guards with us. The fact that I took them in the middle of the night in their pajamas to try out a bunch of games when they could easily arrange a day for the amusement park to be closed off for public use and open to us exclusively was what ticked them off. My father was furious with me, and even my grandmother couldn't keep me out of it.
But that was a month ago! Are they really going to go over this again and punish me all over again? That might be a bit extreme…and anyways, my grandmother won't let them.
The grandfather clock began chiming. I raked my hand through my hair and began thinking of possible outs.
"Alec dared me to do it?"
I shook my head. Nope, that one won't work. First of all, it's a dumb excuse that's bound to put me into even more trouble, and I also don't want to drag Alec down with me. If we both had one rule, it's that we don't tell on each other. Even if one of us will end up getting double the punishment.
"I felt bored and I wanted to be impulsive?"
I sighed, cursing myself underneath my breath. Where the hell are these ideas coming from? If I wanted to give them an excuse to punish me more than they intended, I wouldn't be thinking of those ideas.
"Adaline Elise begged me to do it for her?"
Yeah sure, throw the young kid under the bus and blame her for it, seriously Cass?
"I was…sleepwalking the entire time?"
I rolled my eyed at my inner monologue. That idea is worse than the "I was dared by Alec"
"I was blackmailed?"
By who? A bunch of kids whose ages, combined, make up my age? I must be seriously losing my touch.
"I was drunk the entire time?"
I wasn't given the chance to even think of an elaborate response to that last one because that same moment, the door finally opened and my grandmother's smiling face appeared in the doorway.
"Come on Cassi, they're finally ready for you to grace them with your appearance."
I chuckled at that and I stood sauntering over to where she stood. When I reached her, she leaned in and whispered in my ear.
"I think it's the time of the month for your mother, the waterworks started about an hour ago, and they haven't stopped ever since"
I grinned at that. My mother, Camille Schreave – De Sauveterre is known for her theatrics, otherwise known as; her inability to keep her emotions in check.
I leaned in and whispered in my grandmother's ears "What is it this time, is she on about how old we're all getting and how her young babies are all growing up now? Or did she discover yet ANOTHER love letter from dad?"
My Grandmother threw her head back and laughed at this, her bright sky blue eyes twinkling in laughter. I was the only one out of all my siblings and cousins to inherit my grandmother's bright sky blue eyes. I sometimes catch my Grandfather staring at me and then staring at his wife. I've had multiple people telling me that I was the perfect mix of both my grandparents. I had my Grandmother's bright blue eyes and pale skin and freckles, and I had my grandfather's blonde locks and his slim built. Sometimes, old royals would do a double take when they see me, They would assume I'm Maxon Schreave, just 40 years ago.
"Well you better go in there, I don't think they'll appreciate it that we're standing here and talking about them behind their backs."
Just then, I heard someone clearing their throat from inside the room.
"Your Father". My grandmother said, "Always the one for the theatrics".
I chuckled as I held out my arm for her "Well then, I guess he and my mother were indeed, a match made in heaven." My grandmother laughed at that and clutched my outstretched arms , entering the room with me.
"What's up my peeps, let me just say how glad I am to finally see you all. Now I've gathered you here today to discuss a very serious problem-"
"Cassian Maxon Schreave, settle down for a moment and please for once, try to act as the responsible heir that you are."
I rolled my eyes at this. Ever since Alec abdicated three months ago and left me with his burden, my life became a series of boring speeches of how I should be responsible, millions of lessons on how to act like a proper royal and thousands of interviews and meetings that discuss things I really have no interest in. I should hate the guy for what he put me through but I understand that He knew he wasn't really up for it.
"And we're not your "peeps". Seriously Cassian, You're a prince, act like it." My Aunt, no doubt, was still pissed about the Amusement Park incident.
"I am, you're just refusing to embrace the pure awesomeness that is me. And it's your fault really, growing up; Alec has always been my influence." She glared at me and I smirked.
I turned to the side and I saw that my mom was till crying.
"Okay, serious talk, who died? Because from what I can see, mom is not wasting time in opening the water works."
My grandfather tried to turn his chuckle into a cough but instead, it came out as a squeaky sound and we all looked at him.
"Don't mind me, I'm just getting older and I'm having a hard time taking…uh breath in a normal pace…"
I rolled my eyes and smiled at him and he winked.
"Your mom is just…a little over-excited I guess."
I stared at my father and I raised my eyebrows. "Care to elaborate?"
My father sighed, "You see, son-" "You know, I never knew a conversation that started with 'You see, son' that ended on a bright note. That's why I addressed you all as my peeps not as your highnesses. I wouldn't want a repeat of Kennedy's and Kaya's 16th birthday party."
They all flinched at that. Apparently, still not figuring out who dared spike the punch with three bottles of vodka.
In my defense, that one WAS a dare from Alec.
"Anyway, you're right, I shouldn't interrupt you. So please dad, enlighten me on why mom is so over-excited that she decided to cry like a new born baby."
They all stopped whatever they're doing and stared at me, even my mother, looked up from her handkerchief to stare at me. I finally saw that while her eyes held tears, she was smiling.
"Okay now you're scaring me. Aunt Eadlyn, if this is about the whole Amusement park thing, please, and don't get me wrong when I say that, but please just find something better to do than use all your spare time to think of punishments for me. I know I'm pretty special and awesome and everything your son ever wanted to be but come on! I think taking away the keys to my cars and not allowing me to use the stables to ride my OWN horse for three weeks was enough and serious-"
"CASSIAN!"
"I looked behind me to find my father glaring at me and I straightened myself and looked at him. Finally deciding to quit the jokes because I think my ass would be on the line."
"Seriously son, for once, I want you to stop joking around and concentrate at the matter at hand."
I faced him and nodded silently, straightening myself and looking at him.
"You've been kept up to date with everything; I know you've been attending meetings with the advisors for the past few weeks"
"Trying not to fall asleep while they're speaking mostly" I whispered underneath my breath but my grandmother who was seated right next to me heard me and chuckled.
"And if you were concentrating in them for a change, you would've known that our crisis in New Russia had reached its peak."
I cocked my head to the side; his words were finally registering in my mind that something extremely serious is up.
"As you know, New Russia has been a threat to our kingdom for the past 15 years. After defeating the southern Rebels, the ones who managed to escape, fled to New Russia and set up new bases there. Unfortunately, they found a following, and five years ago, they conned their way to the throne. This is all old news, but now, there's something new that came up."
I was now staring intently at my father, not entirely liking where this conversation is going. I guess it must have showed on my face because my father smiled a little in reassurance.
"Settle son, they're not doing anything rash, well, per say."
I looked at him questioningly. "What do you mean?"
"The King of new Russia recently met with me, in a seemingly friendly meeting; he wanted our kingdoms to unite. When I asked him how, he said that the only way he sees it fitting. Our Heir should marry theirs."
At that I stood up, effectively pushing the table in front of me and making it fall on the floor with a bang.
"How could you eve-"
"Son, can you please hear me out and wait until I finish what I'm saying?"
My father was still eerily calm, I took that as a sign of good news and settled a little, but I remained standing.
"I told the king of New Russia, that while honored, we can't really abide by his wish, because our heir is already promised to another."
I squinted at him. "But Dad, I'm not promised to anyone. How can you lie about something like this? Aren't you putting the whole country in Jeopardy by this?"
My father stared at me calmly, "I didn't lie about anything. You are promised to another."
I stared at him, waiting until he finished what he's saying because at that point my confusion was sky-rocketing.
"Son, I'm sorry. I know I told you that I wanted to grant you the freedom to choose. The same one I was granted, but desperate times call for desperate measures."
I was still utterly confused, I looked at him still not sure exactly what he means.
"I told him that you already have your selection coming up and the girls are already chosen."
I squinted at him not sure I heard him correctly, "I'm sorry, I must have heard it wrong. You told him my WHAT is coming up?"
"My father sighed again, "Your selection Cassian. Your Selection is going to start in three weeks. We've already sent out the announcements."
At that, I slumped back on the couch next to my grandmother and I turned to look at all the people in the room, only to find them meeting my gaze unflinching without a single look of doubt in their eyes.
"Oh you've got to be fucking kidding me!"
This is the first chapter on my Selection story. I hope people find the time to submit a character to this. You Could Submit as many as you want. As of right now, I have absolutely no one yet, so all provinces are open.
Now it's essential that you answer all the form. I need all these information to get a feel of your character and decide how she'll fit in the story.
Please choose Face-claims that are age appropriate.
And please PLEASE be diverse. I don't want 35 girls who look like America. And I also don't want 35 Perfect blonde Mary-sues.
Mary-sues are not accepted at all.
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