Jolene

I can't believe I was selected. The plane ride was long and exhilerating. The cold Yukon air was replaced by the Angeles warm heated night. I dont know If I've ever felt anything this warm. The early september air feels divine on my face. Marlynne occasionally tugs at my hand and giggles saying something into my ear.

The palace is big. Bigger than the biggest office building in the city back in Yukon. Yukon that cold province thats being iced with snow right now. I dont miss it. I do miss my brothers and my sisters, But I cant think of them not right now. If I do I'm gonna get mad and Its not gonna be pretty for the first person that pushes my buttons. So instead I think of Marlynne and how excited she is to meet Prince Christian. Her eyes bubble up as she speaks with animated exspressions.

"Ladies please gather, I'm going to set you with your maids and they will give you your makeover for the magazine Illea Today." She claps her old frail hands together. "We will be doing a before and after section in the magazine today which will be featured on the report tonight."

I'm thrusted towards three young maids in matching uniforms. I follow them to a room. My room. The room is big. The wall of my room that faces the gardens is made solidly of glass cover by a thick dark blue velvet. The bed big with a silk sting with little beads blue and white strung along the length of the string on the canopy. Instead of it being a big netted fabric canopy or made of thin silk that parts its made of the strings of beads. The bed is adorne with big fluffy pillows in shade of blue and a big white comforter spread across the mass of it. The rest of the room has a big make up table adoren with a tall stool with a white leather seat. Shelfs are scattered through the room they're made of glass and silver glinting under all of the faux fire lit lamps on the walls. I love the lamps the most.

Its so funny how they analized my application. I said my favorite colors were white and blue and metalics. When they asked my talents I told them that I could feel warm anywhere as long as their was a flame and reading. Half my shelfs are filled with books of every genre. They smell new like they do in the bookstores. Ink and Press printers.

They bring out a rack of clothes, but I have to wait for the journalist to join me in my room. The silks seem so intimidating in contrast to my oxford heels and skinny jeans. I guess thats what life will be like for the moment silk dresses and maids.

Christian Pov

Dinner is awkward since we can hear the loudness of the selected across the hall. Its just Father, Daunte, Brooke, Adelaide, and I. Mom is with Ariane some sort of flu is in her system although we cannot detect what sort of flu it is or even If it is.

Brooke is complaining about the food not working with her new diet. Which Daunte retorts at her calling her a skinny bitch that doesnt need no diet. Father shakes his head and exsuses himself away from the dinner table.

"Why are their people coming to the palace?" Adel asks me her bright eyes sad with confusion.

"Because I have to find a wife." I take a bite of steak chewing the medium rare meat slowly.

"But what If I don't like the girl you pick."

"We'll you will just have to be my little spy, If you see anyone whom is like Daunte or like Brooke then let me know cause we cant have anymore snobs or meanies in this palace can we?"

That brings a smile to her lips and she lets out a yawn. "Lets get you to bed. You look tired." She agrees and I grab her. Shes so small with her chubby cheeks against my chest and her small fingers flicking at my colar. When I pass through the second floor I see a few of the selected being interviewed. They speak of how excited they are to see how I act and if i'm nice or not. I think its funny how all these people all over the world know my name but dont really know who I am.

I see all of the girls on the report video that shows the videos when their leaving their provinces. Its funny how different the girls are one has skin as deep as chocolate and another has hair the color of an eggplant. Its very present that it was a random lottery some of the girls are not that nice looking when they get brought to the airport. Grim is smeared across some of their faces, but theirs this one she boards the plane with with a golden blonde haired girl after saying goodbye to a little boy he looks about four at the most. Her mother I think its her mother. No It has to be her mother they have the same hollow cheeks and pouty lips. the only difference is their eyes her mothers are glossed over and hers are bright and angry. Her eyes are golden laced with long eyelashes.

I dress in some trainers and a thin t-shirt. I havent gone down to the training room in a while. Father said that girls are only of limmits to certain parts like the third floor and our offices. Well they can come if we ask them to but not of just them wandering about due to boredom. The training room is open to the girls but he said they probably wouldn't show up due to it being exersize. I dont know if my dad means girls dont exersize or if they just dont like it. All I know is I need to run on the tredmills for a bit.

Due to all the things I thought I knew about girls. Theres one standing in their using my punching bag. Shes litteraly the first girl to ever step in there.