Just wanted to get the story going so here's the next chapter OK I lied, I'm going to start with a Logan POV pretty much every chapter until y'all actually understand his character. This chapter I'm going to incorporate 4 of the selected girls so there are going to be 5 different PoVs this chapter.

To answer a question: TheWhiteWolf123 I do accept guest characters, however it is going to be harder for me to ask you questions and SkaterGirl there is plenty of time xD relaaaaax

Prince Logan

The person in the mirror looked like me, but who was he? His brown hair was the same short swooped up style as the one looking back. The blue eyes were the same. I could see stubble starting to grow on his jaw and around his lips. Mother wouldn't like that.

There was no time. Time had turned into something scarce. Time was running out. I couldn't shave, I couldn't eat a full meal without someone butting in saying something was wrong in the Selection, yet Luce pranced around the castle happily because she saw the forms for the girls filling in.

Deciding, "for the sake of the Selection" I would put off shaving. With a sigh I exited my bedroom and ran straight into someone.

"Watch it Prince!" The voice laughed, I looked to see who it was and found Adam Penderwick staring straight at me like the man in the mirror.

"Hey Penderwick," I laughed, Adam was the great-grandson of Aspen Leger and my best friend. "What are you even doing here?"

"My Grandma came to visit your Grandpa."

"Louisa is here?"

"Yeah and she brought cookies."

I groaned, I loved Aunt Lou to death, but her cooking is like trying to eat a rock. She once managed to burn a cookie in a microwave when attempting to get that "fresh out of the oven" gooeyness, and ever since my family forbade her from using any sort of cooking materials in our kitchen.

"At least you don't live with her." Adam laughed again, his shaggy blonde hair falling into his face.

"I better be off, Mom's going to legit murder me if I'm late to the report." I sigh, already halfway down the hall.

Hopefully mom won't notice the stubble.

*I'll have the report at the end of the chapter don't worry*

Lady Valerie "West"

When I got my apartment, to say the least, I was thrilled. My parents had never been particularly supportive of my writing, but I couldn't stop.

I mean. Murder Mysteries? Who wouldn't love that?

My eyes averted to the window. I knew I could've afforded a nicer place, but it was just me and a house seemed too big. I liked the quaint feel, too. Made me almost feel like someone in my books.

Outside my window I could see the caste from a distance, one of the many perks of living in Angeles. Closing the lid of my computer, I grabbed my coffee mug and walked towards the glass. I heard a noise, and instantly swung around in panic.

My coffee splashed up and met my face, "Holy shit, that's hot." I cried to no one in particular, no one would hear me anyways. Abandoning the mug on the windowsill, I noticed a cream-colored envelope on the floor.

My fingers curled around the paper and gently ripped open the seal, labeled "Ms. Valerie Greyson".

The Selection form. After reading over the form, I couldn't help but burst into a fit of laughter. I felt the coffee dripping down my face, and that only added fuel to my laughter.

Then there was a knock on the door.

"Miss? Are you alright in there?" A voice called.

My mouth clamped shut, the voice called out again, "Miss?"

"I'm fine," I affirmed, opening the door to see who it was.

One look at me and their jaw dropped to the floor with a thud. "You're...West Greyson!"

I smiled at the face behind the voice, a girl, who looked about a year younger than me. "That'll be me."

"I-I'm a huge fan of your work, my name is Sophie Dawson, my family lives next door. I didn't know this was yours…"

"I moved in about a week ago."

"Why here? You could definitely afford a much better place than this."

I shrugged, "I like it here. It's just me anyways."

Then I stood corrected, my roommate bounded out of the bedroom. Sophie looked to the noise, "Just you?"

I turned to the new arrival, "Traitor." Sophie laughed and I felt like I should explain, "Percy here has been asleep all day, I totally forgot I even had a dog."

"Awe, he's adorable, what kind of dog is he?"

I knelt down to my roommate, dog, and best friend, and scratched him behind his floppy black ears, "He's an Australian Shepherd and Border Collie mix. He doesn't particularly enjoy the small space like I do but I take him for walks every day."

Sophie's gaze shifted to the selection form in my hand. She squealed, "Oh my god! I just got mine too! You have to apply, you'd make such an awesome queen."

I smiled at the blind faith the girl had in a writer like me who didn't know the first thing about being a princess. "How 'bout you go grab yours and we can fill them out together?"

The girl's eyes widened and her face broke out into a watermelon grin, "I would love that more than you could possibly imagine."

I smirk, "I doubt that. My castle is bigger than the one over there." I motioned to the actual castle off in the distance rather than my mind one.

"Ugh, all I see out my window is the bricks of another apartment building."

"Sucks!" I tease, and the young girl races off to fetch her paper.

*Scene is Written mostly by thedaffodilqueen with some edits and more from me*

Lady Farrah

"Cheese 'nd rice," I sigh, wiping a nice sheen of sweat from my brow, "Does it 'lways 'ave to be like twelve 'undred degreed out 'ere when I'm workin'?"

A pair of thundering footsteps breaks my concentration away from the unberable head and to my dad, bounding down the steps with the grace of a new born buffalo.

"Well 'ey now lil' lady, what's a pretty gal like ya doin' out 'ere doin' a man's job?" He jokingly asks, gesturing to the bricks I'm handling.

I fix my face into one of shock. "Why," I place a rough hand over my heart, "I haven't the slightest Idea! My husband told me to make some dinner fer 'im 'nd 'll his friends, but I thought I'd help out 'ere today, since he's workin' so 'ard 'll the time." I reply back in a sickly sweet voice.

Dad cracks up, shaking his head as he walks over to me. "Lord, Fairy, what am I gonna do with you?"

"Get me outta this damned head." I groan. "It's hotter than two rats screwin' inna wool sock out 'ere! I'm dyin'!"

That makes him laugh even harder. "God, where do ya get all these theatrics from?" He asks. I raise an eyebrow giving him a look. He knows exactly who I'll name. Dear ole Ma. He shakes his head.

"Ne'ermind, Fair, don't answer tha'." He scratches his head and holds out a white, pristine letter to me, "Anywho, 'ere ya go, sweetheart, jus' found this today fer ya."

"Ya know what is?" I questioned, taking it from him, already dirtying it with my hands covered in layers of dirt and grime.

"Not a clue. Figured ya'd wanna open it and see what it's all 'bout." He shrugs, "'nd I'll jus' stay fer the show."

I good-naturedly roll my eyes and open the letter. "It's 'bout the selection and how I can sign up if I wanna."

Dad nods appreciatively, "Well, you wanna?"

"Hell yeah, ya know that!" I exclaim, driving him into yet another fit of laughter. "But Ma'll ne'er let me. She'll glue my ass to the front lawn 'fore she lets me step one foot offa this province."

Dad chuckles, "If it's somethin' ya want baby, then ya jus' go on 'head and do it. I'll deal with yer Ma."

My face brightens up. "Ya ain't shittin' me?"

"Nope, no shittin' 'ere."

"Thanks, dad! I promise you, as soon as I meet the prince, I'll tell 'im one of yer favorite jokes!" I get up before he can respond and place a sloppy kiss on his cheek before running off to get a form before they were all taken.

"Ey, ya still need to do yer work, Fairy!" He shouts after me, but I keep on sprinting away, letting him think I didn't hear him.

Excitement bubbled in my chest, and I could hardly contain it. I let out a shrill laugh and kept running. I ran and ran as if my life depended on it, and that wasn't far from the truth.

By the time I got to the city, my chest burned and my throat ached for water. When I got to the Provincial Service Office, the line looked a mile long.

My confidence wavered, and I was suddenly doubting if I could get in.

I shook the thought out of my mind, to make my father proud. I would get in.

Lady Ambrose

I sat on the floor in front of our one TV, I couldn't help it. There was a Report tonight featuring Prince Logan. I had a pen in hand and the selection form on the floor. Mother assumed I wanted publicity, really I just wanted an escape from her.

Speaking of the devil, I heard her voice wafting out from the kitchen as she and my step-sister, Nessa prepared dinner. "Stretch if you're going to just sit there on your lazy ass."

"Ladies and Gentlemen, it's me, your host, Killian Wyden, and I'm here with the Royal family themselves, but before we get to the man of the hour. Let's hear from our very own, King Edmund."

There was something about the king that just wasn't welcoming, didn't make me want to watch him on the Report. So as he drowned on and on about finances and political issues, I focused on the form in front of me.

My pen scratched over the paper in careful and slow movements to make it look eligible and pretty. Questions like "What languages do you know?" and more personal ones like "Are you a Virgin?" which I wouldn't doubt some have lied about, popped up.

King Edmund's voice faded and was replaced back by Killian Wyden's

"And now, for the moment all you lovely ladies of Illea have been waiting for, Prrrinceee Logan himself!"

My eyes shot to the TV and my pen clattered to the floor. Nessa rushed into the room at the sound of his name, it was no secret in this household that she found him to be very attractive.

"Ambrose, move your head. It's blocking my view of Prince Logan's face." She barked.

"Nessa, move into a different room. Your attitude is messing with my muscles. I fear one of them may strain at practice tomorrow." I sneered.

Nessa didn't say another word, just huffed and sank down into the chair. Tilting her head to move around mine.

"Now Logan, tell me, who do you think is that perfect girl for you?"

The Prince laughed from inside the screen, "Now if I tell you, I won't be able to choose a girl because they all be pretending. I'd be overwhelmed!"

Killian followed in suit of laughter, and Nessa giggled. I turned and glared at her. She returned the look, eyes unwavering. "I don't see why you deserve to be even able to apply for the Selection."

"Because I'm actually the right age, not some pre-pubescent teen."

Nessa opened her mouth to protest, but it instantly shut when Logan started speaking again, however the two of us had missed the question he was asked.

"Nervous is one way to put it. I think hectic is the better word. I haven't gotten to eat a full meal without someone coming in to ask something about the Selection, or Lucille over there bragging about how she's already seen so many wonderful girls.

The Princess sitting with the rest of the Royal family's cheeks flushed and she gave Logan a murderous look.

I looked to my sister, and she didn't even look back.

I needed out of this house, and fast.

Lady Thalia

The circus is my life. It always was, it always will be, and the Selection has given it hope to continue on for a lot longer.

All I have to do is sign my name down at the bottom of this. The form is already filled out, I already have a picture in it. Just one simple signature.

Except it's not.

It never will be.

If I sign, and I get chosen, I get more money which then goes to my family. To the circus. But I have to leave them, leave the life I knew behind to go to some strange castle in a place I only visited once when we got enough money to travel there. I guess it's also an added bonus that Prince Logan is extremely attractive.

If I don't sign, we stay Fives with no chance of redemption. We don't earn that much money, not enough to become fours. If I don't sign, I take away my family's chance of getting a break from working 24/7 to keep the circus up.

If I sign, I may have to leave.

If I don't sign, I may not have a family to leave when the money runs out.

It seems like a simple choice, but is it ever?

It may not be simple, but I know what I choose.

I place my pen on the paper and my signature flows across the page. Slipping the form into an envelope, I don't allow myself to regret this decision.

IM SORRY THALIA'S POV ISNT AS LONG I HAVE TO WAKE UP EARLY FOR SCHOOL TOMORROW AND WANTED TO GET THIS UP BEFORE I WENT TO SLEEP.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter otherwise xD

Bye Lovelies!

~Hailey