A/N Hello! Sorry this took a bit to upload.

Oh sugar: It was January when I updated (I think). Okay, now I'm imagining it too. Ooh, Clarkson 2.0 is a good nickname. I'm glad I wrote her correctly. OMG, that would be soo cute, I will use that somewhere in there. I'm looking forward to the ball as well!

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King Octavian's POV

A ball was one of Leo's better ideas. I needed him to come up with more ideas like this, I knew he could be like me if he put his mind to it. However, it seemed he wanted the country to know what's happening with the accursed rebels. That was his worst idea.

Maggie was getting a dress ready for the ball, so I was free to look over a copy of the Selection forms. Maggie was able to convince me too not choose them, but I was regretting that idea. There was a eight in the Selection! I'm positive she's a rebel.

Brynn Ackerman was a good pick. Her father was the Prime Minister of Carolina, so she came from a powerful family. She was also very famous as a actress.

Vivian Chancler was also a good pick. She came from Angeles, which is the best province in Illea. She was a pretty famous model as well.

Courtney was one of the best picks as well. She was pretty, and I've heard she was cruel to the lower caste people. She was also a two.

I checked the time, and it was almost time to meet with the ministers. We met once every month to discuss problems in Illea, and how to solve them. I put on a nice jacket, fixed my crown, and went to go.

I sat down at the head of the table, early. All of the ministers came in.

"Excuse me for my bluntness My King, but why did you downplay the attack in Dakota? I would feel the people deserve to know," Alvin Willis, the prime minister of Dakota, asked me.

"Mr. Willis, if the people knew what happened during that attack, they may think the rebels are a real threat to Illea. They. Are. Not. I thought you would know this by now," I answered calmly. He went a bit pink and sat down.

"Is there any news I need to know about that is worthwhile?" I said.

"My king, in Fennley yesterday, the rebels turned of the power in the capitol. It was only for thirty minutes, but it gave the people quite a scare. Also, I have heard rumours that the rebels were moving toward Angeles," Edwin Bullock, the minister of Fennley told me.

"Get the news channels to tell the people it was a short power outage, and there's nothing to worry about," I said smoothly.

"But-"

"Be quiet," I commanded.

When the meeting was over, I was walking back to my study when my phone buzzed. My wife had sent me a text.

Maggie: My siblings called. They want to come 2 the ball. Is that okay with u?

Octavian: That's okay, but you should ask Leo. He came up with the idea of a ball.

Maggie: Kk

I smiled. My wife always made me smile.

Luna's POV

I sat in the gardens, watching the animals scurry around me. I like to go here a lot, so the animals know I'm a friend. I watched as a squirrel ran next to my feet.

I brushed the dust off the book in my lap. It's title was Fairy Tales. Kalliope and I used to love this book, and we still do. My twin just doesn't read it much.

I opened to the first story, Cinderella. I read the familiar words, and was engrossed in the story until my phone buzzed.

I pulled it out of my sweater, and checked my texts. Sure enough, Kalliope had sent me a text.

Kalliope: Can u come up to our room? Lottie is coming, we r going to talk about dresses for da ball. U coming? :D

Luna: Kk, coming.

Kalliope: Yay! :D

I stood up and started walking up to the castle. Consequently, I was near the Ashbaugh's house, so Lottie saw me and met up with me.

"Hey!" she said.

"Good morning. How is your family doing?" I asked her.

"Pretty well. Oh, I remember that book!" she said, pointing at the book in my arms.

"Yeah, I like to read it in the gardens."

"Cool."

"Have you met the Selected yet?" I asked her. She wrinkled her nose.

"One," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Oh, who? If you don't mind telling me," I added hurriedly.

"Some girl named Courtney. She's a nightmare!" she exclaimed.

I remembered a blonde girl who was boasting to the other girls that she got a date, and saying it was better than anyone else's.

"Oh."

"Yeah."

We soon got to my twin and my room, and when we went in I instantly heard some kind of music. For some reason, I couldn't figure out what the words meant.

"What is this?" I asked my sister, who was trying to do a handstand in the middle of our huge room.

"K-pop! Isn't it awesome!" she had to yell above the music, so I had no idea how she heard me.

"It's korean pop," Lottie added.

She sort of fell/rolled out of her half handstand, grabbed her phone, and paused the music.

"Hi guys!" she said.

One of Kalliope's maids came in through the open door.

"The food you wanted Kalliope!" she said, setting the tray on a stool. She left.

"So, what do you want your dresses look like?" Kalliope asked us. We were all sitting on our fluffy carpet in the middle of the room, eating cookies.

"Hmm, something small and plain," Lottie decided.

"Luna?"

"I don't know. Something not that noticeable."

"You two are no fun! You would look amazing in something big and poofy!" Kalliope complained.

"That would draw too much attention," I said.

"Please? It's a ball! This a time to dress up!" Kalliope pleaded.

"... maybe."

"YES!"

Kalliope grabbed a piece of paper and a book, and put the piece of paper on the book so she could draw on it. She got a pencil, and tried to draw something that looked crudely like a shirt.

"What's that? A duck?" Lottie asked. Kalliope hit her with the book.

"It's a dress, you dummy!" she said jokingly. "Luna, can you draw? You got the drawing genes in the family."

"Sure," I said, and grabbed the book and paper, as well as the pencil.

"Hmm," Kalliope said, "I'd like something red, poofy, and there has to be layers!"

I started to draw.

"Lottie?" Kalliope asked.

"No frills, layers whatsoever. It has to be at least partly black, and easy to move in."

"There will be pink and red!" Kalliope decided.

"What? No! I hate pink!" Lottie yelled, throwing a cookie that hit Kalliope in the face.

"You'll look great. Like a sunset."

"A sunset is fine, just not that much pink."

"I'm finished," I announced.

Kalliope stood up, and said, "Let's go to the maid's workshop!"

We put on our shoes, and scurried of to where the maids worked. We passed a lot of Selected along the way.

The workshop had rectangular windows, a bunch of desks with sewing machines, and a rack of dresses that seemed to be ready. The maids who were working immediately stood up and curtseyed when they saw us.

"Do you know if Nahla is here?" Kalliope asked.

"S-s-she's over there," the maid stammered.

Nahla was our (Kalliope's and mine) head maid. We shared six, and Nahla directed the all. She was also our good friend.

"What do you three need?" she asked us.

"Is it okay if you could sew these for the ball?" I asked.

She looked them over. "I can do these. But what about yours?" she asked me.

"I don't really mind anything. Just nothing too noticeable, something simple."

"Okay."

As we left, I saw Kalliope whispering to Nahla.

"What did you tell her?" I asked her.

"Nothing. . ."

That is the end of this chapter! I hope you like it! I kinda got obsessed with the idea of the royal family texting, so that's where I got the idea for the chapter name. Remember to tell me what your character's outfit will be for the Valentine's day ball! Thanks for reading, and have a wonderful day!