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The Selection
She had been a Four once, years and years ago. That life was all but a vague memory in her mind. She had taken part in the Selections then and had somehow managed to win.
She had not been one of those girls who believed in love at first sight, she still did not believe in that, nor had she believed in the fairytale ending where the poor girl gets the prince like many of the other girls in Hondurgua had believed. That had been the hope they had hung on to while entering the Selection.
Her father had been the one that had insisted she enter the Selection. Her mother had agreed readily but had left the decision to her.
"There was nothing to lose by trying," her mother had told her. She had been eighteen then.
Her mother had been right and there truly had been more to lose had she not tried to enter the Selection during her time.
When she became Queen, she realized that there had also been a political reason behind why Clarkson had been allowed to chose a Four to marry. She was not aware of the entire reason as it had been kept under wraps and filed away in the archives once Clarkson had become King.
The Selection had been the turning point of her life. She had gained so many new friends and a lot more experience than she would have gained had she continued being a Four.
More importantly she had gotten a husband who loved her dearly, one who she loved, and her wonderful son, Maxon.
She watched as the new Selection girls were brought into the palace one group at a time. She had been one of them last time the competition had been held. One of 36 possibilities that had been chosen out of thousands
Next time one of them would be standing here, exactly where she was and wondering which of the girls would be her future daughter in all but blood, which girl would have her life changed forever.
Only time would tell.