Hello people who actually read my stuff! I'm starting an SYOC (for those of you who don't know wat that is, it stands for Submit Your Own Character) for Prince Damon's selection (new prince because why not?). This chapter will be Damon's POV. I WILL ACCEPT NO MORE THAN 15 GIRLS (MAYBE SOME EXCEPTIONS. MAYBE). If there are any questions, pm me or write a review and I will answer them. The form will be in la profile.

Damon

"Why do I have to do this?" I ask Malorie,

"Because Daddy said that you have to play with me until he is done work." She replies.

I sigh and let her continue apply makeup to my face. Normally, I would be sleeping right about now, but apparently I'm not aloud to sleep late while the Selection girls are here. To prepare me, my mother insisted that I wake up earlier than 2pm. I tried to explain to her that I don't start functioning until 2pm, but she ignored me. Now my maids have to wake me up at 7 am. I loathe this new rule entirely.

Felipe, the devil himself, enters the room with a smug look on his face. He looks just like the devil; red hair, yellow eyes, always wearing a black tuxedo. The resemblance is uncanny.

"Looking good, Damon. Is that L'oreal mascara I see? Or is that Maybelline?" He laughs hysterically, doubling over.

"Your turn next." A disembodied voice rings throughout the room. All of a sudden, Felipe is lassoed and is flung across the room. Iris pushes him into a chair and ties him up.

"Good job Iris." I high five my sister and look at my brother, then Malorie.

"You know what to do, Mal."

She nods and gets out her endless supply of makeup. Iris and Mal stalk over and start applying makeup to poor, defenseless Felipe. All of us are laughing except for Felipe, who is struggling to get away.

A knock at the door silences us. One of my father's councilmen walks into the room, looking at us like we have horns growing out of our heads.

"Um…did I interrupt something?" He inquires.

"No, no. We were having sibling bonding time." I tell him. Iris and Malorie nod, while Felipe shakes his head like a madman.

"Um…ok then. Anyway, your father has requested for you to go meet him in his office."

"Why-uh? Walking takes too much effort." I whine.

"You can't become King one day if you're too lazy, your majesty." The councilman crosses his arms.

I get up and begin to walk out the door. "I'll see him, but I do not want to be bothered for the rest of the day."

"Understood, sir." The councilman follows me out the door, closing the door behind him.

These white walls and emerald floors seem to never change; same glossy shine, same lights on the walls, same paintings, same everything. I wish there could be a change to this boring palace.

The walk from my sister's room to the office isn't long, but it's tiring and agonizing. I have to walk down 5 different staircases. When I reach my father's office, I don't bother to knock on the door. I roundhouse kick the door open and walk in like a boss. My father stares at me, lasers coming out of his pupils.

"Damon, you know you have to act proper when the Selection starts, right?" He asks me.

"I know that, but until then, I can be carefree." I sit down in a chair in front of his desk. I prop my feet onto the desk, sinking back into the chair.

My father sighs, then continues, "My boy, having experienced a Selection, I have many things to tell you. But I'm only going to tell you one important thing."

"What is it?" I'm suddenly interested in what he's blabbering on about.

"Trust no one."

I stare at him, expressionless. "What?"

"You heard what I said. Now leave. I'm having a meeting in a few. Shoo."

Two guards pick me up and carry me out of the room. I'm still trying to process what he said and what he meant. Those three words ring in my head.

Trust no one…