I DO NOT OWN THE SELECTION SERIES.

FACE CLAIMS

HELENA TRUMAN- CHLOË SEVIGNY

CLAUDIUS "CLAUDE" EISENHOWER- AARON PAUL

New York City, Province of Waverley. A few days later.

Peter sighed as he got out of the car. He and Trayvon had just gotten back from a liberal party rally where one of their college professors had spoken. On their way back to their dorms, they had received a call from their mother asking for them to come visit.

"What do you think mom wants?" Peter asked as Trayvon walked up to the door.

"I got no idea bro." He admitted as they walked inside and found their mother sitting at the kitchen table with a man dressed in a police style uniform. Her eyes were bloodshot as if she had been crying.

"Mama, what's going on here...who is this dude?" Trayvon asked.

"His name is Claude and he is not welcome here!" Helena exclaimed as the man rose up and took a good look at Peter.

"So this is the boy?" The officer muttered.

"I'm Peter, who are you?" He asked.

"I am Claudius Eisenhower of the King's guard. I was sent here on the orders of newly elected Prime Minister Quince Bush to find you."

"Why would he care about me?"

"Maxon II is dead, his wife is in exile, and his only child has abdicated the throne." Claude stated.

"Good riddance, but that doesn't answer my question." Peter replied.

"After the death of Prince Dallas and his family, there was only one surviving member of the Schreave family: his youngest son...you." The guard explained as Peter slowly began to laugh.

"You have to be screwing with me, my mother is right there." Peter said as he pointed to Helena. "Tell him...mother, tell him!" Miss Truman wept as she got up and pulled Peter close.

"Peter...I love you like a son...but you're not my blood." She said with sorrow in her voice.

"What?" Peter asked as he looked at her with confusion.

"When I was your age...I was a lady in waiting for your mother, Princess Adrienne." Helena explained. "She left you behind because your father was fearful that his brother, Prince Maxon was plotting to take the throne. He arranged for the death of your parents and siblings. They assumed that you were dead as well. One of Dallas's bodyguards helped me escape with you. He told me to raise you as if you were my own, until the day came where you could reveal yourself." Peter turned to Trayvon who was equally started by this.

"Did you know?" Peter asked.

"Hell no, mama said that she adopted you from a foster home in Yonkers." Trayvon insisted.

"I'm so sorry, I should have told you." Peter's mother insisted as he wiped away a tear.

"Yeah, you should have!" Peter exclaimed as he ran from the house. Claude moved to go after him, but Trayvon volunteered to fetch him.

Peter ran to the backyard where he was approached by Trayvon.

"I need some space." He insisted.

"No bro, you need to take this seriously...it explains a lot." His brother insisted in return. "Why mama always doted on you. Why she treated you special...because you are." Peter shook his head as he felt another tear fall.

"I don't want to lose her...or you." Peter said.

"Man that's Bull shit, no matter what happens, you're still my brother...and you still suck at video games." Trayvon chuckled as Peter flipped him the bird.

"Would you go?"

"I'd already be gone bro, think about it; ruling a country, fixing the legal system, changing things for the better, it's what every man dreams of!"

"No Trayvon, that's what you dream of. The rest of us dream of hot ladies." Peter remarked.

"Do you think the king will not have his pick of the hotties?" Trayvon asked with a raised eyebrow. "If you get a selection, you'll have 35 different babes drooling at your feet!" Peter smiled at this as he bumped fists with his brother as they went back inside where Claude and Helena were waiting.

"Are you coming?" He asked as Peter folded his arms.

"I'm not saying that I believe you...I just need to see it for myself." He replied.

A couple hours later, Peter was packed and ready to go. He turned to Helena and embraced her tightly.

"No son ever had a better mother than you." He said as she nodded while kissing his cheek.

"I know baby." She whispered as he backed away.

"You've given me so much...I feel guilty for taking any more...but I need Trayvon, I can't do this without him." Peter insisted as Trayvon's eyes grew wide.

"He was praying that you would ask." He chuckled as the brothers embraced.

"Well brother...let's go claim your kingdom." Trayvon said as they prepared for their greatest adventure yet.

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