Hey guys its EpicMack! Here is something to help you: epicflamingninja and I, Mackenzielifeblade, are working together on this story. We hope you like this interesting crossover about the daughter of one and the son of another. This book is a mix of The Selection and the Goddess Test Series! Well here is Mixed Fates Summary:

Valentina Rose Schreave has always lived in the castle, but now something outside the massive walls and gates has caught her attention. Her parents are the King and Queen of Illea, King Maxon and Queen America. Valentina has always been naïve about the world. That is, until she met Milo. Will this dark and mysterious boy catch her heart or will he just end up like every other man she has met?

Chapter 1: Meeting the Stranger

By: MackenzieLifeblade

Valentina's POV

My name is Valentina Rose Schreave. I'm the daughter of King Maxon and Queen America. I have blue eyes and red hair, like my mother. Mother says I get my face from my father, but everyone says I am like a mini-America. I am like what my mom was before The Selection. I. Hate. Dresses. End of story. But my father, being the King, forces me to wear them. I am the rebellious type, as most people would say. Today I thought it would be a good idea to get away from the castle and go see my kingdom.

I was walking a long the Castes 4/5 when a guard saw me. I know what you're thinking: What's so wrong about a guard seeing you? Well, this is what's wrong: they will send me back to mother and father for another hour of tea lessons or something stupid like that. I ran as fast as I could past them and silently hoped that they would not notice me. Thankfully, I slipped out of their view.

I was running past the Castes of 7/8 when I heard a new, but powerful voice say: "Why are you running? Is someone trying to hurt you?"

I stopped and looked to see who the voice belonged to. There stood a young man. He was breathtakingly gorgeous, with longish black hair flowing up and back from his broad forehead. His olive skin made me guess that he either spent a lot of time outside or came from somewhere more southern and sun baked than Illea. And the eyes that stared back into my own were as blue as the sea, lined with thick lashes. My heart lurched within my chest and it felt like someone had squeezed all the air out of my lungs. In spite of myself I couldn't break his intense gaze.

Finally he did. I was instantly suspicious. "Are you talking to me?" I ask using the voice I use when I don't like people.

"Why yes I am." He says in reply with a tone that said he was highly respected. "Now answer my question: Why were you running?"

"I am running away from the guards. They wish to take me home to my mother and father, but I don't want to." I say in reply.

"Why don't you want to go home? If I could go home and see my mother and father I certainly would." He said.

"What do you mean 'If you could go home'?" I ask.

He starts to fidget with the hem of his shirt, it looks silk. Looks as if he's rich, I thought. I wondered if he was a 1 or 2. "Father sent me here to meet more people. Let's just say he is scary when he gets angry, therefore I had to do this so he won't get angry."

I look at him. "Does your father not like you?" I ask.

He looks at me with surprise in his eyes. "Where did you get that from?" he asks me.

"From the way you speak of your father it sounds as if your father doesn't like you either."

"My father loves me enough to rip the world apart if I get hurt or killed."

I blinked at how he described his parents. They sounded very odd "He would tear the world apart for you?"

Definitely trying to avoid my question, he looked at the sky. "Its darks out; shouldn't you be getting home?" he asked.

I looked up and was surprised at how late it was. "I do have to get going. I'm sorry but do you mind if I leave?" I asked.

He looked at me weirdly. "A beautiful girl walking alone at night might be a bad decision. Should I walk you home walk you home?"

I looked at him. "I don't think it's a good idea. The guards will think you tried to hurt me if I go home with you in tow."

He smiles. "What is it because I wear black? My father wears black and no one casts him out. Then again no one would dare cast out someone as scary as him."

I began walking, with him beside me, towards the palace. "You know a lot about me, now tell me about you." I say.

He smiled. "My name is Milo. I am the son of Henry and Kate. The color I love the most is black, like my father. I get my eyes from my mother and my hair from my father. Well I get the hair color from my father the way my hair waves is from my mother. As you can tell my family is royalty, but just any royalty. My family is, well, abnormal. Now you know my name tell me yours."

I smiled. "My name is Valentina. My friends all call me Tina though. I am the daughter of King Maxon and Queen America. The color I love the most is… well… I don't have one. Everyone says I am a small version of my Mother. I am the Princess of Illea. I am – What are you looking at?"

He stares at me, surprise in his face. "You are the Princess?" he asks

I stare at him with a critical eye. "Yes, I am. Why?" I ask.

"Nothing. Ah, here is the palace." He says gesturing to the gate in front of us. I reached for the handle when I remembered something.

The gates close and lock at sundown. I stared up at the gate in horror.

"What's wrong?" Milo asked.

I look at him. "All of the gates lock at night fall. We're trapped out here and we have no where to go for the night. The streets of Illea are extremely unsafe at night and we need help or shelter soon before the Eights start to roam the streets."

Dun-dun-dun! What do you think will happen? Will Valentina get the gates open? And what about the mysterious boy, Milo? Is he to be trusted? Find out in the next chapter by epicflamingninja.