Double update because I really love writing this.

Sammie

With some luck, I would be able to recruit Clarity, and maybe Estelle and Arietta, not our little rebel sympathiser group.

Let me get this straight. We're not rebels. We don't kill people.

We just sympathise with them. A lot.

And I deliberately picked girls who I knew would have a good reason to join. Estelle's room was next to mine, and she'd already confided that she was deaf. Arietta's fingers were worked to the bone-I didn't have to be a doctor to know that (which is good, since I'm a songwriter). And I'd already seen Clarity eat food like no tomorrow. I mean, sure, I used to live pretty comfortably as an ex-Three doing a job that was done by the Threes anyway. But that didn't mean that I didn't sympathise. I was descended from Kriss Ambers, for goodness' sake! An original northern rebel, who almost won the Selection. It's in my blood. And who was I to argue with that logic? So I joined the group on my fourteenth birthday. Sure, I disagreed with some aspects, but there were others that I totally agreed with.

Like entering one of our spies into the Selection. If she got Selected, the intel would be oh-so valuable.

So what did I do?

Enter. Duh. I'm here.

And I know what you're thinking: Samantha Wagner, this is suicide!

1) It's SAMMIE.

2) My parents had the exact same reaction.

But I hate the monarchy. I wasn't just doing it for me. I was doing it for all the people who lived as Eights because they couldn't afford to clean up in order to get a job. I was doing it for all those ex-Twos whose parents refused to let them be a mechanic or a chef because it's considered below them. I was doing it for every man and woman wrongly executed under Queen Eadlyn's rule. How can you do that? Execute someone without proof? That's why I did it; for all those people who got a bad lot in life.

Or at least, that is what I tell myself.

Janus

I woke up on a hospital bed, thinking, oh, shizzle.

Then I thought, why can I see Erebus and Bellona fighting?

Because usually, fighting Bellona was my fortê. Sure, Erebus would never pass up an opportunity to aggrevate mom and dad (i.e-fighting their sweet Bells), but he was usually being sent to some kind of anger management group therapy, or running around like a maniac, shouting 'I WILL NOT COMPLY TO MY PARENTS' ORDERS! I AM A HUMAN BEING!' and stuff like that.

The latter, I must say, only occurred when Erebus got extremely drunk at the Christmas party last year. He also made out with Princess Belle, but that's something we don't talk about much. Partly because it almost cost us our alliance with France, and partly because it just made us look really stupid.

Real charmer, our Eri.

But I'm getting off track. The point was, Erebus and Bellona were screaming at each other in Finnish (AKA another language that I should know...but I don't) and, fortunately, I could understand that they were cursing at each other perfectly well.

Which yet again proves Imogen Freyland's theory that she'd presented to me: no matter where in the world you are, cursing is always understandable.

Good little philosopher, that Imogen.

"Bellona, narttu! Meidän isoveli ehkä kuolee, ja et anna vittu! Vitun narttu, ansaitset mätänemään helvetissä, voit manipuloiva huora.*" Bellona's face contorted with rage, which was something that made me want to hide under my strangely bright covers and cry like a little baby. Bellona shot back with,

"Mitä sinä soittaa minulle? Et ole veli minun, paskiainen. Hän ei kuole, haluat vain saavat minut tuntemaan huonoa. Lyön vetoa, olet murhanhimoinen petturi, kapinallinen ja all round kusipää!**" Now, I had no idea what that meant, but 'huora' sounded suspiciously close to a very rude word in the English language that specifically applied to women. I wondered what they were fighting about.

Oh yeah. I lay in a bed, barely conscious, and that's what I'm worried about. Seriously, if you're confused by this, you should just leave, because this is me about 90% of the time.

"Where am I?" I croaked out, just as Erebus looked ready to slap the glittering blue tiara off my sister's royal head. Which, in case you're wondering, I wouldn't have stopped from happening. Bellona can bring out the homicidal maniac in us all.

"Oh. You're awake." Bellona's nose was wrinkled, her face an expression of utter distaste.

"Dude, just so you know, I'm totally...wait, you've kinda gone...pale..." Erebus is a master of words, as you may be able to tell.

"Erebus, get a doctor." I squeaked, and my brother's face was cloudy. Erebus pressed a button on the top of my bedpost, and two doctors ran forwards.

"Your royal Highnesses, we respectfully request that you leave the room." Bellona, of course, stomped away, muttering about how I always ruined everything. Erebus bounded off, and grabbed two guards and dragged them with him.

Poor guards.

"My inhaler." I whispered, and a pretty girl with dark blue eyes fetched it for me. I guessed that she was maybe two years past the cut-off.

I breathed in, feeling the heaviness on my lungs lessen. Ever since I was nine, I'd suffered for asthma, and my siblings had no idea about it. But usually, I could feel an asthma attack coming on. What had happened in front of Adrianna wasn't an asthma attack, that much I knew. Most asthma attacks weren't like that, unless my entire life had been a lie, and asthma was actually killing me slowly and painfully.

I hoped that wasn't the case. I liked living.

"Your Highness, you have been poisoned." A man with serious sideburns explain whilst blue-eyes dabbed my forehead with a damp cloth.

"How?" I asked. Sideburns bit his lip, which wasn't a good look. It wasn't in Vogue, or whatever fashion magazines there are.

"My prince, the only person who could've poisoned this...must've been dining with you or serving you."

Did I mention that I hate being crown prince?

Another chapter cranked out! I feel so proud of myself.

*-Don't translate unless you're okay with insults and swearing.

**-Not as bad, but still not recommended for under 13's (I know you're there! Hi!). Seriously, the royal family can do some serious cussing in Finnish.

So thanks for all your reviews! Also, Roses323, EREBUS ISN'T EVIL! He's just a massive troublemaker, and kind of a brat. But seriously...who do you think poisoned our favourite prince? Staff, family-even one of the Selected? Theories, suspicions, opinions and criticism welcome!