~~Prologue~~

King Wesley rubbed his face, not even trying to hide the frustration anymore. His brown eyes were closed and his curly blonde hair was a mess on top of his head. "Eliza, I don't know what you want me to do! We have twin heirs, and both boys are fit for the crown!" He groaned, slouching back into his throne.

His wife, Queen Elizabeth, smiled softly. She began to rub his shoulders. Her large green eyes studied the painting of their wedding on the wall. "Why don't we have a contest? Richard and Preston are competitive, right?"

The King thought for a moment, just relaxing into his wife's hands. "What kind of contest?" Wesley questioned warily. His Queen was a brilliant woman, but she got too excited about certain things.

"A Selection! Like Illéa does for their heir! But for ours, whichever boy finds himself a wife first will win the crown!" Elizabeth smiled happily, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Wesley thought her idea over for a few minutes, leaning back into his throne and her delicate hands. His Queen could work wonders on his sore back and shoulders.

"I think that could work. Let's ask the boys what they think." He declared, standing up from his large chair. Wesley placed his large crown on top of his curls and grinned down at his wife. Elizabeth picked up her beautiful crown as well, placing it on top of her long brown hair, which was in an intricate braid.

Wesley held his arm out for his Queen to hold and they hurried to their sons' library, where they knew Richard would be reading.

Richard flipped another page of his book, his blue eyes carefully scanning over each word. As the oldest twin, (2 minutes and 31 seconds to be exact) he was the more responsible one. Of course, he loved watching sports and cheering his brother on, but he'd much rather stay in the library all day, surrounded by leather-backed books and old documents.

He heard a knock on the large wooden doors and marked his place in the book. Richard carefully set his book down on the desk in front of him before standing up. He adjusted the thin silver crown on top of his curly brown hair.

The Prince walked over to the doors, pulling them open. He closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. And before he even looked to see who it was, he groaned. "Preston, I told you that I would be reading. I'll hunt with you later."

Elizabeth smiled before stepping into the room. "Well, I think some fresh air would do you some good, Richard. You're far too pale to be healthy."

Prince Richard's eyes flew open and he bowed to his mother. Blushing, he exclaimed, "Mother! My apologies! Preston has been bothering me today about going hunting with he and his friends, and I just assumed you were him."

The Queen giggled softly, patting his shoulder. "It's alright, Richard. I understand."

King Wesley walked into the room, shutting the door behind him. "Your mother has come up with another one of her crazy ideas." He said, a playfully tired expression on his face.

Eliza smacked the man upside his head, glaring at her husband. "Wesley! You liked the idea a few minutes ago!"

The tall man chuckled, kissing his wife's cheek. "I was only joking, my love."

Richard stared at his parents jealously. The way they stared at each other with such love in their eyes made him want that kind of relationship.

"What is your idea, mother?" He interrupted them.

Elizabeth faced him with a large smile on her pretty face. "You two will have a Selection!" She practically squealed in delight.

He stared at his mother, confusion shown on his face. "A Selection? Like the ones in Illéa?"

"Yes! Isn't that a brilliant idea?" She clasped her hands together, beaming at her tall son.

"Of course, mother. But how will that help our decision on who should become King?" He asked her, still confused.

"That's the best part! You each choose ten girls and whoever marries his match first will get to become King!"

Richard rubbed his temples, thinking it over. "But then how do you know we won't just choose at random and win that way?" He questioned quietly, looking to his father.

"Well son, we will be deciding when each of you can send a girl home. We will be watching you both to see how far you get with each one. Your mother will be in charge of your decisions, and I will be in charge of Preston's. That way, it will be fair." He nodded some.

"Our decisions? Won't we be able to choose which girl goes home?" He asked, furrowing his dark eyebrows.

"Of course! But you'll need to consult with us first." Elizabeth kissed her son's cheek. "How does that sound?"

Richard stayed silent for a moment, trying to make sense of his parents' ideas.

He slowly nodded, looking at them. "I think it could work."

"Brilliant!" The Queen hugged his slim frame and kissed his cheek again. "Now we will tell Preston! Come on, dear!" She grabbed her husband's hand and dragged him out of the library.

Richard chuckled at his mother's antics before he closed the doors. He made his way back to the desk where he was sitting. The tall young man took off his crown and set it on top of his earlier discarded book.

He slowly sat down and closed his eyes, thinking about what this Selection would entail for him.

Preston laughed happily, riding his black horse, Twilight, around the track he had made for himself.

His crown was long forgotten in the stables where he groomed each horse every other day. The Prince's mischievous brown eyes matched his mother's, while his blonde hair matched his father's.

"Let's see how much faster you can run, Twilight!" He yelled, flicking the reigns and kicking his sides sharply. The horse neighed, galloping faster and faster at his command.

The young man laughed again, closing his eyes for a split second. "I think this is a record, Twilight!" He exclaimed, rounding the bend to go back to the castle.

Preston squinted into the distance, seeing two small figures beside the stables. His mother and father.

He sighed and forced his horse to slow down. "Sorry, buddy. My parents are here."

The horse snorted, clearly annoyed that he had to slow down. "I know, Twilight." Prince Preston gently petted his head.

When the young man reached the stables, he hopped off of his horse. "Hello mother, father." Preston bowed slightly, before leading Twilight into his separate stable.

The Prince took the saddle and reigns off of his prized horse, petting him softly. "You did good today, Twilight." He whispered quietly into his horse's ear. The large horse neighed and snorted.

Preston laughed and looked for his small crown. He couldn't find it anywhere.

"Preston?" Queen Elizabeth called out, waiting impatiently to tell her son about the Selection idea.

"Just a moment, mother. I can't seem to find my crown." He admitted, poking his head out of the stable window.

King Wesley chuckled, holding the dusty silver object out to him. "I found it when I went to sit on the stool in your horse's stable. You should take better care of this, Preston."

The young Prince blushed some before taking the crown out of his father's hand. "I'm sorry, father. I will try to take better care of my crown." He promised, before hopping out of Twilight's stable.

The King smiled and nodded. "I know you will."

Preston placed the crown back on his head and faced his parents. "So what do we need to talk about?" He asked, knowing something was up.

"Your mother had an idea earlier this morning, son." Wesley smiled some. "And it's a wonderful idea." He added, trying not to get hit this time.

Elizabeth smiled at him, before facing her second son. "Because both you and Richard are fit for the crown, I have decided that you two will have a Selection! Like the ones in Illéa! And you'll each choose ten girls! Oh! And the one that finds his match first wins the crown! How does that sound?" The Queen managed to get that all out in one breath.

Preston stared at his mother as if she had gone crazy. "Mother, are you ill?" He questioned, a frown on his tan face.

Elizabeth scoffed and glared at him. "Of course not!"

The King snickered to himself, which got him a smack upside the head. Again. "Hey!" He faced his wife with a small pout. She started going off on him, telling him about how rude he was behaving.

Preston watched his parents, smiling some. He loved them to death, honestly, but they still acted like children when they weren't in front of the kingdom.

"Mother? Father?" He tried to get their focus back on the situation, but it was no use.

The Prince sighed to himself, a small smile on his face as they completely ignored him. The royal couple made their way back into the castle, arguing playfully with each other.

Preston sat on a bale of hay, taking the crown off of his curly hair. He stared at the piece of metal, wondering what the Selection would be like. His parents hadn't explained much about it to him, so he could only imagine.

He soon closed his eyes and fell asleep out there, too lazy to head back inside.

SYOC

Okay guys! So, this is my first book that I've written on here and I love the Selection, so why not? My friend maggietheo has been helping me with this and I think that it's gotten off to a great start! :) So here's the application I would like you to fill out for this book. I only need 10 girls for each Prince, so hurry and fill these out! There aren't certain cities like in the actual Selection, but there are castes. So, 2-8. Um.. I think that's about it.

Which Prince-

First Name-

Last Name-

Age-

Height/Body Type-

Hair Color/Style-

Eye Color-

Skin Color-

Family Members-

Why She Should Be Chosen-

Personality-

Caste (yes there are castes)-

Hobby/Hobbies-

Job-

Style of Clothes She Likes-

Two Maids (just give a short description and their names)-