Lady Felicity-Rose Marie Hamilton

I was sitting at the desk in my suite, as I thought up new inventions. Everyone thinks that I'm a writer whose dad happens to be the Prime Minister of Carolina, but in reality I have a strong dislike towards it, I always preferred inventing things, and tinkering away. I made inventions under the name of Clockwork, and my dad paid someone to write, so I didn't tarnish his reputation. His reputation a web full of lies anyway.

I always doing something to do with inventing, and tend to lose interest in my surroundings, no matter what. It doesn't matter where or when, it just happens.

When I'm not being Clockwork, I'm like a marionette, and my dad was the puppeteer. He uses me, and makes me act like the "perfect" daughter. I hate perfection, or rather the illusion of it. No one's perfect. He's a controlling man, and he is power hungry. He sees me a prop to further his political career. He constantly berates me viciously, but has never laid a hand on me stating that he didn't want to ruin the only thing I'm good for.

My mother died in childbirth, and my dad feels the need to constantly bring it up. I don't know what she was like, and I like to think of her as a kind-hearted woman, however, sometimes I question her state of mind – why would anyone marry a man like my father.

I sighed, and brought my red hair into a low ponytail. My luminous, blue eyes flashed to my tattoo on the inside of my right forearm, "The most basic of all human need is the need to understand and be understood." There was a line going through "and to be understood". I glanced back at my sketch, and thought back to Clockwork, which is something I wish I could do all day.

My dad had hired assistants for me, to help me, dont get me wrong, the only reason he gets me stuff is for his own ulterior motive, but one of them liked me – I didn't know – and I mirrored his politeness, which lead to me giving him the wrong impression. I'm not good at showing emotion, all I want is a little bit of freedom, but the part of me that believes that is slowly dimming. It's fading away.

Lady Rhea May Li O'Hollaran

I looked up at the stars, and as cliché as it sounded it was my way to relax. My mind wandered to the night I lost my parents. It wasn't fair, they were good people - why did they have to die? I want them here with me, they always wanted knew what to say to me. I wasn't worried about bullies then, and I was myself. I didn't have a cold exterior me, which also annoyed me when it showed up.

We ended up going on vacation after I convinced them that we should go back. Everything was going well, but then on the way back we got hit by a car. I have never regretted something so much in my life. I ended up in coma for about five months, while they lost their lives. It wasn't fair. I had a scar, and had a couple of broken bones, but I was the only survivor. I miss them so, so much. They were the only people I felt truly comfortable with.

My aunt, and I weren't ever close. My family and I always had a tradition of having a picnic on Sunday's at the park, but I couldn't do that with my aunt. She was always busy, and we had a strained relationship.

I never let anyone know how I felt though, because that meant gaining attention, and I don't want attention

Prince Matthew Chase Devore

Remember that magazine company that everyone loved when they wrote an article on the Selection; the date with Esme. Mom was impressed by it, and even Dad gave me a small nod, but now, well, it's a whole different story.

PRINCE MATTHEW, THE CHEAT?! And THE PRINCE'S NEW GIRLFRIEND were currently the most read articles read in Illea. The names were so stupid, and both magazines contained a glossy, image of me, and whatever-the-hell-her-name-was kissing. Her body was pressed up against the wall, and even though the club was dimly lighted you could easily tell that is was me who had pinned her there. My hands were placed on her hip bones, and her hands were messing up my hair. Our eyes seemed red, which was because of the excessive amount of alcohol we – mainly me – had drank. After she took her phone call, I drank more, and I ended up in the same position as we were in before.

Mom had already scolded me, and told me to get my act together, and, of course, Brooklyn decided to walk past just at the moment to give me a smirk before walking away.

I hate that brat. I was same room that the Selected were taught in, and Brooklyn decided to mention to all of the Selected that the reason I had avoided Florence for some time was because I wasn't over Athanasia. They, of course, don't know who Athanasia is, and probably just think that she's just an ex, or someone who held some importance to me for some time, but it's so, so much more than that.

Brooklyn also decided that since she obviously wasn't going to win me over, which to be honest she probably subconsciously didn't even want – it would just be awkward considering what's happened over the years.

In the end, she decided to blackmail me. Yes, Brooklyn Braxton thinks it's okay to blackmail a prince, but then again she always held a bitter, and slightly insane, side to her. She told me that if I didn't act like we were on good terms that she would tell the country exactly what happened on my eighteenth birthday, that she would tell the country something that my parents didn't even fully know. She wouldn't do it, I know she wouldn't, because there's a part of Brooklyn that doesn't want to acknowledge that night either, but I went along it.

Stupid? Maybe, but it's something we both, desperately, need, and whether it was more for mine sake than hers I don't know, I don't want to know. I'm slightly afraid of the answer.


A/N: Heyyyyy! I hope you liked this chapter. What did you think do think of Felicity, and Rhea? Oh, and what do you think of Matt right now?