Hoping for Love

Chapter 2

Logan's POV

I do not own the Selection

After only three hours of sleep, Mom came into my room and shook me awake. "Logan, it's time to get up. We have to help with the preparations for the Selection."

"Ugh," I groaned, still half asleep. I slowly climbed out of my comfortable bed and stepped into the bathroom. The cold water shocked me awake instantly. I put on some comfortable clothes and walked downstairs for breakfast. The rest of my family was already downstairs, eating their waffles contentedly.

"Hi Logan," Aaron smiled his crooked grin at me from his chair.

"Hi Aaron," I smiled back at my adorable younger brother.

"Logan, we will be tasting food for the arrival of the Selected this morning," Mom smiled cheerfully.

"Good Luck," Wyatt mouthed to me as he left the room with my siblings and my father.

"Bye Logan," Belle raced out of the room, with Aaron close behind. Savannah and Jessica walked out of the room, probably to go to another lesson. Dad kissed Mom on the cheek, smiled sympathetically at me, and followed my siblings.

A chef in a white uniform and red apron came out of the kitchen and bowed. "Your Highness, Your Majesty," the chef greeted and bowed again and nodded towards us. "The other chefs and I have prepared several meals for you to taste. How many courses will be served."

"I think 8 should do just fine," Mom replied happily. I didn't even bother to suppress my groan. An 8 course meal could take at least 6 hours! Mom shot me a warning look. I instantly sat up and smiled politely at the chef, who quickly disappeared into the kitchen to bring out the first meal.

The chef brought out every food imaginable. All this food could feed an entire province for a month! I couldn't even begin to describe what I had to go through. Luckily, my mom made most of the choices for me.

9 hours and an overstuffed stomach later, Mom and I were seated in one of the meeting rooms while the musicians played us several different pieces to choose for the dinner on the first night the Selected arrived. I had a massive stomachache, so I wasn't all too happy to sit in a room and listen to music for two hours.

The following morning, and the day of the Report, Mom woke me up early again. I skipped breakfast, as I was still full from the night before. I was dragged to a meeting room once again, and a decorator was asking me about my preferences for the Selected rooms.

"Your Highness, these are the different options to paint the room. The furniture can be white or black." The decorator laid out thousands of paint samples on the long table in front of me. I decided to choose the furniture color first.

"I think I will go with white for the furniture." I said to the decorator, who nodded and wrote something down on his notepad. I stared at the colors in front of me. I wanted to make this process as fast as possible, so I could maybe go out for a swim. I held up a nice turquoise color.

"I think this should do," I said to the decorator, hoping I was done.

"Now, what type of bedding should we order?" The decorator held out about ten options of fabric in front of me.

I picked the softest one and held it up. "This should be just fine."

"Which pillows should we order?" The decorator placed several pillows on the table, and I knew I wouldn't get a break for a while.

Luckily, the Report saved me from picking out the chandelier that would be placed in the girls' bathrooms. I was dressed in a suit (once again) and I headed down to the Report room.

Gavril welcomed me as I walked over to my family. Dad was wearing a grey suit and purple tie that matched Mom's floor length evening gown. Jessica was wearing a slightly revealing red dress and lots of gold jewelry. Savannah was in a ocean colored dress that fell just past her knees. Wyatt was wearing a black suit and tie, just like me. Aaron was in a blue suit and tie. Belle was in a bright yellow dress, and she reminded me of a princess in an old movie that Grandma had, which was ironic, since both my sister and the princess were named Belle.

A worker called signaled the countdown with his fingers, and the camera light flashed on. Mom and Dad made a few announcements about the country and the rebel attacks, and it was time for Gavril and I to introduce the Selection.

"Before we conclude our program," Gavril started, "We have some exciting news. Prince Logan, our future King will deliver it for you. Why don't you tell us what will be happening, Your Highness." Gavril looked towards me, and I forced a smile.

"As most of you know, I have recently turned 19. It is time for me to find a wife and a queen who will help me rule to wonderful country of Illéa in the future. I believe there is no better way to do this than to have a Selection." I could see my parents smiling in the background.

"Tomorrow, letters will be sent to all eligible candidates. You will have two weeks to decide if you want to compete and fill out your form. The Selected will be picked at random and read on the Report. I'm hoping that through this Selection, I will find a great queen for this country and a great wife." With that I bowed and returned to my seat. Everyone applauded me as I sat back down. I could see my parents beaming proudly at me.

Now I knew there was no turning back, I was stuck having to go through with a Selection.

Thanks to Thedaffodilqueen, EvieLeeT, SkaterGirl, and Wild Leapord123 for submitting characters, and thanks to cloudy5 for reviewing.

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~Demigod18