I DO NOT OWN THE SELECTION SERIES. SHOUT OUT TO ABIZEAU FOR MAKING THIS CHARACTER.

Schreave Palace. Sacramento. Province of Angeles. 2 days later.

Officer Eisenhower booked a flight back to Angeles and soon enough, Peter and Trayvon embarked on a journey to the Illéan capital of Sacramento. As the two young men were shuttled through the city, they were amazed by the sight of it all. By now, most of the debris had been cleared away from the revolution of 2121 and it almost looked like nothing had happened at all. Eventually, they pulled up to the royal palace which was to be Peter's new home.

"This place is unreal bro." Trayvon declared as he looked out the window.

"It's like something out of fairy tale or something." Peter agreed as he shook his head in disbelief. Eisenhower opened the door and the two were led through the grand door into the palace. As they made their way through the foyer, Peter was starstruck at the luxury and history that oozed out of this place. There had been a deep clean of the palace after the rioters had left and no evidence remained. It was as if the lynching of Maxon II and his minions had never happened.

"The pictures do not do this place justice." Trayvon insisted as Eisenhower walked behind them. He took Peter aside and led him into the master bedroom that was reserved for the soverign.

"There are plenty of servants to help you get settled in." Claude reported. "Prime minister Bush wanted you to have the day to move in and tomorrow, he will come to see you."

"Why, what's tomorrow?" Peter asked with a twinge of nervousness in his voice.

"Tomorrow, The prime minister will introduce you to the King's congress where they will recognize you as the next king of Illèa." Officer Eisenhower explained. This caught Peter a bit off guard. He assumed that he was just going to be crowned king and that would be it, Claude hadn't told him that he would have to get the approval of the Illèan legislature.

"What if...what if they don't accept me as King?" Peter asked anxiously.

"They have to...unless they want national instability." Eisenhower insisted.

"What do you mean?" Peter inquired as Claude heaved a sigh.

"Maxon II and his immediate family are dead, his wife has exiled herself to Europe, and his only child abdicated. You are the last Schreave." He declared. "If they don't accept you...the throne will be up for grabs. It will be a green light for every power hungry megalomaniac to make a play for the crown. They will fight the government, they will fight each other, it will be a bloody free for all."

"That sounds very very bad." Peter said in a cold sweat.

"Which is why you must claim the throne, for the good of this country." Claude said as he gently touched Peter on the shoulder before leaving the soon to be king alone with his thoughts. He wasn't alone for very long before someone opened the door. Peter looked over and came face to face with a beautiful woman. She had super long dark red hair, it was a mix between straight and slightly wavy; her eye colors didn't exactly match and her skin was white and covered with freckles. She was also wearing a steel typical maid's uniform, so he assumed that she must be a palace servant.

"Oh...I'm sorry, I didn't know that anyone else was here." She said with a awkward smile.

"It's ok...I'm Peter Tru...Schreave." He said as the maid's eyes went wide.

"Your majesty." The maid said as she curtsied.

"Please, don't do that. Just call me Peter...and who are you?" Peter said with a chuckle since he was not used to be respected in such a matter.

"My name is Evalena Sorenson, but you can call me Eve." The maid replied.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Eve." Peter said as he shook hands with her.

"So, you're the new king." She asked as she calmed herself.

"Apparently so...did you know the previous king?" He asked in return as she grew uncomfortable.

"He...was ok." Eve replied quietly as Peter smirked.

"Come on, you're not going to offend me or whatever, tell me what you really thought of him." He coached as Eve took a deep breath.

"He was...an asshole." Eve said with red cheeks.

"Yeah he was." Peter agreed. "Trust me, the country is better off without him."

"That's the truth all right...I'll let you unpack...Peter." The maid said as she curtsied and left the room. Peter grinned as he laid back on the bed. Maybe being king wouldn't be so overwhelming after all.

NEXT WEEK, PETER MAKES HIS CLAIM BEFORE THE KING'S CONGRESS. PLEASE SUBMIT OC'S AND AS ALWAYS, REVIEWS NEEDED AND APPRECIATED.