Hey, everyone! Here's the update because the group chat actually studied. Remember, good grades=update. Ewww, that was an equation. I am actually so done with math. Honestly, if I got paid to write fanfic I would never go to school again and sit on my laptop 24/7.

So, anyway, I tried the chapter out that way and I want your feedback. Do you guys like it this way or how I wrote before?

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It was finally the night of the Report, and the palace was in a frenzy with preparations for the Selection. There wasn't a single moment of peace for me, it was like the whole palace forgot their instructions in the span of eight hours. And who did they come to? Me. The guy who didn't want to do this and showed up to only half of the meeting is obviously the person who knows what's supposed to happen.

Beverly was a ball of excitement, talking my ear off about how she saw a cute guy walk by the Palace today. Something about soulmates and everlasting love? Whatever it was, I needed to get away.

"Places! Show starts in five minutes."

I mentally thanked the stage director for getting me out of that lengthy discussion. I sat down in my seat, only to have Ace plop down right beside me. Great. Thankfully, he didn't speak, and just slid a piece of gum into his mouth and headphones in his ears.

I sighed, it was going to be one hour of hell for me tonight. Why does this all have to be so interactive? Couldn't they have just sent out an email to each house or something?

"Ready in five, four, three, two and we're live!"

Anderson ran onto the stage, "Good evening, Illéa! Hope you're all doing good this evening because we have a lot in store for you tonight. Our beloved Prince Nathaniel's Selected will be announced tonight. So who's ready to start?"

The crowd erupted in cheers, all eager to find out who would get the chance to become be my potential wife. When you put it that way, it makes it sound like some type of game show, which it essentially is. One big game for the people just so they won't shoot my father. Fun stuff, I know.

"Alright, let's hop right to it!" Anderson swept to the side, to reveal a big screen lowering behind him. A girl's face popped onto the screen. Her dark brown hair was tied up into a bun. Her brown eyes were framed with thick eyelashes. "From Allens, we have Lady Bianca Delvin, a cellist."

"From our very own Angeles, we have Lady Makayla Elizabeth Butler," A striking girl with golden blonde hair and what seemed to be turquoise coloured eyes appeared on the screen. She looked familiar, as if i'd seen her before. Shit, what if she was one of Ace's exes? "Lady Makayla is a Palace Maid."

Well, that answered my question.

"All the way in Atlin, there's Lady Siena Montez, a professional photographer," another blonde with blue-ish eyes. She looked very young and I questioned her eligibility to enter. I thought I made it clear years ago that I didn't want to deal with screaming sixteen-year-old fetuses.

"Coal miner, Lady Shiloh Beth Sawyer comes from Baffin," Shiloh had light red, almost strawberry blonde, hair and grey eyes, reminding me that of wolves. Her smile was a bit unsure, as if she was forced to enter. Beside me, Ace snapped back to the real world, practically tearing his headphones out.

"Damn, who is that? She is so hot," he whispered to me, his jaw slack. I glared in response.

The rest of the show went on the same way, a girl would show up and Ace would say something. Honestly, it's a wonder I didn't kill him right then and there. Speak of the devil, Ace jogged towards me.

"Hey, Nate, maybe we could share those girls? I mean, if i knew those girls would be that hot, I'd have volunteered for tribute years ago. Come on, you may be my third favourite sibling but you know you still my man, right?"

"Screw off, Ace."

"Come on, help a brother out. Besides, you don't even like them, they probably won't like you, and let's admit it, the ladies love me."

"Just because I don't like them, doesn't mean they aren't mine! Now get the hell away from me before I order the firing squadron to shoot you!"

"Damn, someone's grumpy today," Ace put his hands up in surrender. Great, thanks to him, I now had a headache.

"Nathan, there you are! We've been looking all over for you," my mother burst into the room, a tired Lexus trailing behind her, balancing a tray of fruit and a stack of paper in her arms. "Lexus, you can just put those on his desk...or better yet, on his bed."

"What are those papers, and why are you giving them to me, Mom?" I asked, switching off the T.V.

"Oh, just some data I got Lexus to collect about the girls. You know, likes dislikes, favourite colours, favourite type of cake, all of that. Just read them over so you can start planning dates."

"Isn't that supposed to be a surprise?"

"Nonsense. It's perfectly normal to know everything about your future spouse before you meet them. I used to stalk–,I mean, research your father all the time when I was a young girl. You know, back when he was cute. Now he's all about that rugged, mysterious look and it drives me crazy. 'Geneva, do I look like Wolverine yet?', oh, shoot me already," she mimicked Dad.

Silence.

"Don't tell him that," Mom said, a serious look on her face. "Now, make sure you eat your fruit, Nathan."

"Disgusting, no. I'm not seven," I said, pushing the bowl away from me.

"Nathaniel, you will eat that fruit or I will cancel that Selection," she out her hands on her hips. Pshh, that stopped scaring me ten years ago.

I flipped the T.V. back on, "Good, no fruit or Selection. Works for me."

"Fine, then you'll have two Selections."

"Two Selections? That !eans two wives, still works for me. Lexus, is polygamy legal here? You know, since my mother insgs I have two wives. It's a step I'm willing to take for the betterment of Illéa," Lexus stifled a laugh, pretending to fix the pillows on my couch, instead. "You know, one small step for man, one leap for mankind, and all that, right?"

"Nathan, just eat your fruit, please. Lexus stay here and make sure you eat your fruit," Mom said before leaving. We waited a few minutes and then simultaneously burst into laughter.

"That...was...so mean!" Lexus said in between fits of giggles.

It took us a long time to sober up and when we did, I was thirsty, "Lexus go make me some coffee. You probably know how to make it by now, don't you?"

"Of course I do," she began to walk over to the small coffee brewer I kept in my kitchenette.

"Of course I do, what?"

"Of course I do, sir."

A long silence passed between us.

"I have to say I disagree with your mom about your dad's new style. I think it's hot."

My jaw went slack, "Did you just call my dad hot? That is so disgusting."

"I'm just speaking the truth."

"No! Stop, no, that's like saying you had sex with my dog!"

"Okay, now you made it weird."

"I made it weird? You're the one who fantasizes about my father!"

"I do not. I never said that! I simply appreciate beauty when I see it."

"Can you just go? See, I finished my fruit, you can leave."

"Happily."