Ambrosia sighed, her mind filling with the possibilities of what could be the outcome of her plan. She could be caught and put to death, or she would end up as Queen of Illéa, and the second option was the only appealing one. The things she could achieve, and what could happen if she was queen, not the Devores. They were liars, and manipulated the country into thinking they were suitable rulers after the not-so-tragic deaths of the Schreaves, but was Ambrosia really any better?

Her lifeless eyes glanced around the suite; this wasn't her suite, but Lady Cecily's. Everyone believed that the Selected were a bunch of angles gathered to compete for their beloved prince, but, honestly, they couldn't be more wrong. Some of these girls could be the perfect princess in the future, but what about their secrets? How would the country react to a princess with anxiety and someone who self harmed? Or someone who got abused because her father was an asshole? Yes, these girls had been through a lot, but this wasn't some Disney movie; these were real people with real feelings, and if they miraculously were chosen then what would the country think? Would they admit their problems, or hide them?

Ambrosia pulled her golden locks up into a high ponytail, and sighed impatiently; Cecily was taking forever. Her golden hair paired with her sapphire coloured contacts gave her the look of an angel, but there wasn't a bigger mistake someone could make than trusting Ambrosia.

The Devores don't stand a chance, and that Kadeyn. God, I hate that guy, Ambrosa thought. While Queen Ashlynn seemed to adore Ambrosia, like the rest of the Devore family, Ambroisa couldn't stand them. They hated the Shreaves reign, but had they really made anything better? The castes were still in place, and the amount of propaganda had increased rapidly. Although, some people argued it was better than before, it was still upto debate. During King Clarkson's reign, millions were killed in the New Asian war, and it was all for nothing.

Wonder what'll Lady Florence say about that, considering her New Asian inheritance, Ambrosia added to her thoughts, as her mind began to wonder.

Kadeyn – that jerk – was onto her, but she could easily twist things around saying how he had been spending time with Abby – or Lady Abigail, if you wanted to be formal. She's in the Selection – it's considered treason for the both of them to sneak around, however, as along as Kadeyn didn't say anything about her she wouldn't utter anything about his random disappearances. It's a pity, really, that the duo had bonded just to break apart. And, although Ambrosia wouldn't dare go to Kadeyn, she often wondered what it would've been like if they didn't break up.

There was a small part of Ambroisa that felt a hurt whenever he shoved his girlfriends in her face, not because he was with another girl, but because he seemed to enjoy bringing her down. It was like, as long as she seemed affected by his new fling he was satisfied – and that hurt. She always feigned a smile, or did something to show that she didn't care, but she did. Tu sunt non poterat esse innocens in tallis saevus mundus.

That's what Ambroisa stuck by – you couldn't be innocent in such a cruel world. And, if you were, you would regret it. If there's anyone who would know that, it would be Ambrosia. She grew up in the palace, and without her parents. Her mother was dead; killed by the ex-rebels to prove a point. It was weird, wasn't it? How Ambrosia was helping the people who killed of her mother, to take down the people who helped her, and tried to make things easier for her.

But it was her fault, Queen Ashlynn didn't care for the maids. Her own maid, the person who helped her day in and day out, was killed because of her and her family. Ambrosia hated that, and loathed anything the queen said or gave her. The only thing she's good for is making things easier for me, Ambrosia thought bitterly, but then again, she's the one who made it worse in the first place.

Ambrosia ignored that, and thought of how Queen Ashlynn's little spoilt brat was going to have a problem – and as if on cue Cecily rushed in, her dark hair in it's usual soft waves while her light blue eyes moved towards Ambrosia's poker face.

"Have you done it?"

With a nod, Cecily sauntered towards the file on the desk – the file Kadeyn had stole, but, of course, the idiot hadn't noticed its disappearance.

The dark haired girl looked the poster image for innocence, however, her modelling career was a cover, and from experience she could hide in plain sight, and that exactly what she was going to do. From when she was a young girl, Cecily was adored by the other ex-rebels, and due to the fact her parents had a high ranking within their secret agency Cecily was drawn to the history of Illéa — the real history of Illéa, not whatever fake story the Devores sold to the press.

"I'm going on a date with brat soon, I'll get some information out of him; it won't be hard, he's gullible. You give them a little of what they want, and they'll keep coming back for more."

"I–okay," Ambrosia always wondered if Cecily had any remorse for what she did, though she wouldn't be surprised if she didn't. From when she was a young girl, the ex-rebels gathered and made an alliance, since they hated how the Devores handled things. They didn't make the country better, and the ex-rebels felt humiliated. The Devores went from the bottom to the top, and once they got what they wanted they left the ex-rebels behind like they were dirt at the bottom of their shoe, and honestly Cecily wouldn't be surprised if they thought of the rebels like that.

Contrary to belief, Cecily wasn't heartless. She was brought up by a loving family, but learnt to fight and defend herself, too. Her brother, Jack, kept the secret of the rebel life, but didn't dare join it. She was hurt, but she didn't wouldn't show it. He left the province, and their close bond broke. While Cecily didn't feel the current rulers were good ones, she didn't feel like the country was benefiting from their reign. Ambrosia, on the other hand, needed convincing. The Devores held power that people die for, and Ambrosia wanted that power.

A/N: I hope you liked learning more about Ambrosia and Cecily. Also, credit to Moonbear37 for translating "you couldn't be innocent in such a cruel world" into Latin, thank you! Let me know what you thought of the chapter, I love hearing what you guys have to say.