Thanks for the submissions guys! They're all great. I won't update the list of girls accepted yet because I am still accepting more forms so please continue to submit! Here's the next chapter. Tristan's POV has some French in it so I will be providing the translations down below (not a French expert just google translate). This will continue on in later chapters as Tristan and his family's native language is French.

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Tristan's POV

I sat in the limo next to one of my good friends, Leon. He was the son of some powerful rich nobles, which was another reason I was able to bring him with me to Illea. Thank god I could at least bring one person I knew. I would be damned if I had to stand around like a loner and make acquaintances with Prince Colin's friends.

Leon and I stared out the window as our limo traveled out of the airport and towards the castle of Illea in the province of Angeles. Still to this day I could not get over some of the ridiculous names the provinces of Illea had.

"Assez, the scenery isn't it?" Leon casually spoke. "I'm glad they have at least once decent thing here."

"Je pense toujours que nos boulangeries sont mieux pour les décors," I sarcastically teased in French, which earned an immediate chuckle from Leon. I snickered along with him as we tried to keep our voices hushed.

However, once my mother heard my snide comment and our muffled chuckles, she looked over and gave me a stern glare to get me to quiet down. "Je ne veux pas vous deux plaisanter, understand Tristan?" She lightly scolded.

"Yes, your highness." Leon stopped laughing and dipped his head in apology.

"I understand, mother." I gave her a small smile and leaned against the car seat.

"Mauvais, Tristan! Mauvais!" My two younger twin sisters left their seats and jumped over to me.

Adora held onto my arm as Abril sat on my lap and stared out the window. They were both as enamored with the scenery as everyone else was. I lightly pinched both of their cheeks, which caused a giggle from Adora and a small pout from Abril.

"Do you see all the pretty flowers, grand frère?" Adora questioned with a sweet grin.

"Yes, I see." I nonchalantly replied, just keeping conversation with them in order to entertain the two for the time being. As we were getting closer to the castle we could see fields of brightly colored flowers gently flailing against the wind and standing out in the grass.

"Illea is much different from France!" Abril exclaimed.

"Is that a good thing, Abril?" Leon gave her a friendly smile.

"Hm, I think yes. But I still miss all my friends back in France!" She sighed.

"Pouvez-vous jouer avec nous?" Adora asked me, her small hands tugging on the sleeve of my shirt.

"Oui! Se il vous plaît! Quand nous arrivons au château?" Abril pleaded with her puppy dog eyes.

I merely glanced down at them and ran my fingers through my dark hair with a sigh. I didn't know if I would be able to play with them much during our stay since I would have to be focused on the Selection the entire time. Having to pay attention to thirty five girls plus my ten year old twin sisters would be hectic enough.

My mother scoffed with a smile. "Don't be silly, ma chérie. Your brother won't have any time for that."

My little sisters' smiles dropped, and they glanced down at the floor with crossed arms. They furrowed their eyebrows with disappointment. I ruffled their hair to try and cheer them up again.

As we finally arrived at the palace, our limo came to a stop at the front, along with the other cars ahead and following behind us that belonged to the Royal French guards. Usually everywhere we went they had to go as well.

When the limo doors opened and the cameras started flashing along with waving flags announcing we were here, my mother turned to me before leaving through the door.

"Remember, keep your smiles and charms on at all times."


French Translations (Going in order by each French word said)

1) Pretty

2) I still think our bakeries are better for scenery.

3) I don't want you two joking around.

4) Bad

5) Big brother

6) Can you play with us?

7) Yes! Please! When we get to the castle?

8) My darling


Colin's POV

I stood in the center of the main hall after we immediately heard word that the French court had arrived. Everyone of the maids and butlers scurried across rooms to try and make sure everything looked presentable. My mother took one more sip of her champagne glass before setting it down and calmly making her way towards us.

She's been stressed for days over this day, but when it finally came she always managed to stay calm and collected as a Queen should be.

"Alright, everyone quit panicking. It's only the French court, not the supreme leader of the rebels for god's sake. Make sure everything is in place when they come inside, first impressions are crucial after all we are representing the Illean palace." She sarcastically stated and stopped in front of me so she could quickly fix my tie and make sure it looked neat. Afterwards she went to Brielle and brushed her hair forward so that it would fall next to her face.

My younger brothers Julian and Rory, were still giggling and running around the room, chasing each other with their wooden swords. As they passed by my mother, she pulled them by to stand next to Brielle and I.

"That's enough playing, darlings. Right now you have to stand next to your brother and sister to greet the French royal family," My mother explained, fixing their hair and tie as well.

"Okay, mom.." Julian sighed, obviously wanting to go back to playing.

"Then can we go play?" Rory hopefully added.

My mother gave his head a small pat. "Of course you can, sweetheart." She replied and stood beside us to wait for the French court to arrive in the room.

While we patiently waited, Brielle gave an annoyed roll of her eyes. "How long do we have to stand here waiting?" She muttered.

"Any minute now," I drawled. "God knows how long it'll take for the entire French court to get out from their one limo."

Brielle gave a small laugh, until my mother cleared her throat and glanced at the two of us. We both stood quiet but still had sly smiles on our faces.

Once the trumpets sounded, signaling that they were coming, we immediately stood straighter and watched as the doors to the main hall gradually opened up wide. Both of the side doors opened, revealing the Queen of France Bedelia first.

She walked forwards with two of the French guards following behind her. There was obvious tension between her and my mother as she walked closer to her, but as soon as she stood in front of her and their gazes met, Queen Bedelia gave out a warm smile.

"Hello, Zaria. It's been a while." She greeted.

"Bedelia, it's a pleasure to see you again." My mother exchanged the smile, which ended in the two hugging each other in a small but proper embrace.

After the hug, Queen Bedelia glanced over at me. "Colin, why, you've gotten so big since the last time I saw you. Time certainly does fly. Your becoming quite the handsome man." She gave me a small hug as well.

I returned the hug before dipping my head in respect. "Thank you, your highness."

Bedelia moved over to greet Brielle, along with my two younger brothers as more of the French court started to move inside the room. Once more people came inside Prince Tristan finally made his appearance.

My mother moved aside from us as he came forwards. Once he came to a stop she gave him a small smile. "Tristan, what a pleasure to see you as well. It's been years."

Prince Tristan properly bowed and gave her a small kiss on her hand. "Your highness, thank you for allowing my family to stay in your humble home." He charmingly spoke.

"My, what a gentleman. I'm impressed." She grinned.

Once he returned a small arrogant smirk, I had to resist the urge to roll my eyes and go slam my head against the nearest wall.

As soon as he made his way over to greet me, the tension was inevitable between the two of us. Despite us not seeing each for years, it seemed we already knew each other so well. Tristan kept his charming smile on as he shook my hand, but the obvious glint in his eyes were ice cold.

"Hello, Colin. It's nice to see you again. I hope your looking forward for the Selection as much as I am," He greeted, and I could almost hear some sarcasm in the last sentence.

"Hello, Tristan." I returned his hand shake. "Maybe the two of us can get to know each other better during all of this," I replied with equal sarcasm.

"Yes, perhaps we can." He smirked.

Once we were done briefly greeting each other, he moved along to greet the others.

All I could think of that moment was the Selection is definitely going to hell, maybe before it could even start.


Hours later, I sat at the bar of the main hall (which now seemed to be my favorite place) and began drinking glass after glass of wine.

Two of my best friends, Kieran and Barret, sat in the bar stools next to mine drinking glasses of wine as well. Kieran worked as a palace guard, his family originally was from caste three. Barret on the other hand, was the son of nobles.

The two of them also happened to be on my team to get rid of the rebels, but that remained a secret.

As we sat drinking wine, the main hall was lively with commotion and the sound of laughter. My mother sat across from Queen Bedelia on a couch in a faraway corner, chatting. My sister Brielle was talking with one of her friends and my two younger brothers were running and playing around with the twin girls, Abril and Adora.

Tristan stood somewhere across the room with his friend Leon, the two of them talking in French and laughing.

"So what do you think of the upcoming Selection?" Barret smirked at me.

I sighed and picked up my glass of wine. "It's just something inevitable in my life, I suppose."

Kieran chuckled. "How depressing." He teased.

"Yeah, I would totally be depressed if I had thirty five girls swooning all over me," Barret sarcastically scoffed.

"It's not that, it's everything else that's revolving around this Selection.." I explained.

"Hey, we're taking care of the rebels." Kieran assured me in a hushed tone.

"Slowly, but we are. Maybe just need to increase our group a little bit." Barret suggested.

"We're already risking our lives, even with the skills we have. The rebels are definitely not ones to be taken lightly," Kieran raised an eyebrow.

"Well why not, we've been taking them out pretty steady so far." Barret took another sip of his wine.

"Yeah, so far." I reminded him, agreeing with Kieran that he had a point. If anyone else found out what we were doing they would throw a fit. Not to mention, my mother. She nearly threw one once she found out I was practicing shooting guns and sparring when I was twelve with my father and the other guards. I kept on practicing after that in order to improve my skills. Eventually, I got to the point where I'm in now. Of course I'm still not a perfect fighter, I come home with a few cuts every so often that I manage to keep hidden from the others.

"Well let's not worry about that right now, we don't have another mission until days anyways." Kieran raised his glass to perform a cheers. "In the meantime let's have some peace and drink to calm our nerves, right Colin?"

"Drinking is another one of our specialties," I smirked, raising my glass as well.

"Amen to that." Barret laughed.

The three of us all did cheers and touched our glasses together before taking another sip.