Micah
"Come to think of it, how about we just cancel the Selection or maybe postpone it? I'd really love to go to Honduragua right now and visit Grandma Adele! I think Monroe would like that too!" I reasoned out with father. Tomorrow was the day when the Selected were to arrive here in the palace and I'd pretty much start going undercover for a day.
"Micah Aloysius Schreave, you aren't chickening out , are you?" mother said as she took her seat on the dinner table.
"Of course I'm chickening out! Dad, how did it feel to have a lot of pretty girls under one roof? Don't you think this is going to be intimidating for me? I have a good feeling they're just going to try and be plastic to me, like aren't you guys afraid of that too? What if they're rebels? What if they're here to assassinate Monroe?" I ranted on turning the attention to Monroe as I squished his cheeks in front of them.
"Poor Little Monroe! Don't you think he's a crown jewel? We shouldn't let anyone harm this little bundle- "
"Micah, I'm getting tired of this kind of reasoning. It's annoying and immature. You are being paranoid, no one's gonna assassinate anybody. Now cut it off, this is one of the duties you have as crowned prince of Illea and you have to choose a daughter of Illea to marry." Father said, striking his fist on the table. Okay, maybe I was being paranoid but who wouldn't be? My non-existent love life depended on what would happen in this Selection.
"I'm sorry father. I guess you can say that I am just really tense because of the Selection. Finding someone you love within a group of strangers isn't as easy as it was for you two." I said less enthusiastically.
"Micah, it never is easy. Love that is. From everything I've read, there will always be some kind of conflict in it. It's cliché but it's a normal thing in life. Best part is that you'll never know where and when. Take for example Daenarys Targaryen from this really ancient book I read, she didn't really expect that she'd be married off to a chieftain but eventually she fell in love with him." Amily babbled sadly as she picked on the food on her plate.
"Don't go emotional on me, sis. We get that you're sad that Emil had to go back to Swendway and stuff but don't bring it here to the dining table." I chuckled as Amily shot me some curse sign from another book series.
"Alrighty everybody! We have big big plans for tomorrow! I've personally contacted all of the Selected and all of them are ready for tomorrow's send off special. The make-up artists will arrive here at 7 am sharp tomorrow your highness. The prosthetics will look Fantabulous on you!" Valentina chirped in her British accent as she popped through the small creak in the door of the dining hall. I definitely was looking forward for the disguisification process.
"Well, alright Val, Thank you for that update." Mother said as she dismissed Valentina.
Well, we had to enjoy our last meal alone in the palace, not to mention that this is the last time I'd be a bachelor. They said that I shouldn't really try too hard, the girls are coming here to compete for either me, my crown, or maybe even the food in the palace. Heck, my mother stayed here for the food, wouldn't blame her too.
"Still here for the food, Micah, but more for your dad." Mother said while holding my father's hand.
"How did you?"
"You were thinking out loud again." She said laughing even more.
"Oh right." I said sheepishly.
A/N: I am so sorry to all y'allz for this really short chapter! I promise I'll make it up in the next which is going to be around 2 weeks from now since I'm having major exams next week and I unfortunately will be losing my laptop rights. Again, thank you to all my supporters! Don't worry, I'm not quitting any time soon! I've got everything planned so don't worry.
In our next chapter, you'll be seeing that Micah's going to have a make-over for himself! (or should I call it a "Mic-ahver , sorry if you don't understand this pun :P) Stay beautiful everybody!