Hello loveliesssss ;) well don't have much to say today… here's chapter three.
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Logan's POV.
As we were sitting in the Kings office we heard a faint yelling. It sounded like a girl but as the voice came closer I could defiantly tell that it was in fact a woman.
"Matty!" I heard her yell.
"She really can't go 30 seconds without you can she?" the King said to the guard standing next to him.
"No she can't. She is incredibly needy!" He then rolled his eyes is a dramatic fashion. Then both of the men started laughing together.
"Ames I'm in here" Is he talking about Princess America? How could he talk to her in such causality? All the selected share a glance and we all straighten our ties…just in case.
The door opens and the princess walks in…in a very…attractive and informal outfit.
"Hello kitten!" the king says as she walks over to his desk. She either hasn't seen us yet or she is choosing to ignore us.
"Hi daddy. Matty you left your coat in my room again." she says turning to the guard.
"Well maybe I just wanted to see you again."
"Is that so Officer Wrenn? Well I'd have to say that your plan worked." she says seductively. Is she I really flirting with him…does she know that she has all these guys trying to win her over?
"Yes I can see it did. Too bad I'm gay or I would totally love it. Also if you didn't have all these men waiting for your hand in marriage over there." He states. Well that means that they weren't flirting…thank god. She looks over to us shocked.
"Oh my god! Someone should have told me they were here!"
"Oh come on its not our fault. How did you not see thirty five men over there?" he questions her. She then apologizes and excuses her attire…which I'm trying really hard not to admire her shorts like most of the others. She then exits with the guard in tow. We all kind of stand there in shock until the King speaks up.
"Its kind of a game they play with each other." He continues when he sees all our confused stares.
"Them flirting with each other. Its not real. Matthew is as gay as it gets so I can assure you nothing is going on with them. They have however been attached at the hip since they were young and his opinion matters to her about as much as mine does so before you even have a chance to think you have a chance with her, you will have to get his approval." We all stay silent for a few more minutes until we are excused for bed.
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America's POV.
Me and Matty reach my room and he plops me down on my bed before crawling over to the opposite side.
"I can't believe that you didn't say anything about the boys. They probably think I'm crazy now." I say with a pout.
"I'm sorry Ames" he rolls over and wraps his arms round me and I turn my head away.
"Oh come on" he says.
"No, you will have to make this up to me" I say in a fake stern voice.
"And how should I do that?" I stand up take his hand and walk him over to the door. I open the door and playfully push him out.
"Figure it out" I say as I shut the door.
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Matthew's POV.
I stand outside of her closed door for a second before I laugh and turn away. Heading back to the Kings office. On my way back I pass one of the guys…Aidan? No Aspen. The gay one. I knew from the second I some him that he wasn't in to girls. We pass and he stops and looks to me.
"I'm Aspen." He says to me.
"Matthew." I respond we shake hands and I know that he is defiantly not into chicks because I felt a spark and I can see in his eyes that he say it too. We stand there for a second before he quickly excuses himself. I stand there for a second before continuing down to the King.
"Hello Shalom" I say as I enter. I see that all the boys are gone at this point.
"Hello Matthew. How's our girl?" he asks with a smile.
"She's pissed. But she will be over it by tomorrow…she always is." I say and he laughs.
"That she is son." He looks down for a second before looking back up at me again. He takes off his glasses and sets them on the desk.
"Do you think this was a good idea?" he asks
"What do you mean sir?"
"Letting her have selection? I mean what if they hurt her?"
"Well you could either let her have this experience and have her fall in love with someone or you could have betrothed her to some prince and we both know she would never forgive you if you did that. So yes, I believe that you made the right choice." I respond.
"Yes I suppose your right son." He pauses "Just please make sure they don't hurt her." He tells me.
"I love her as much as you do and I can promise you sir that I will let nothing happen to her." He nods his head and goes back to his work. I think to myself about how, as a guard I have protected America her whole life. But only physically. I relies that I now have to protect her on a whole new level, emotionally. I vow to myself right then that I will do everything I can to keep her safe…in every way possible.
