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Here's chapter 2:

Theodosia's POV:

The moment I entered my house, I knew something was wrong. Something was going to happen. Tired out from a whole day of studying history, I went to my room to rest. A minute later, my mother entered with a letter in her hand. It had the Illean Royal seal and I knew that meant trouble. Mom sat on the corner of my bed as I snuggled further in.

"Tess dear, look what has come," mom spoke. "An opportunity, a big one. You can be the queen dear."

"What!" I exclaimed. Becoming queen was the last thing in my mind. I didn't know whether the crown prince would be holding a selection, seeing the fact that Prince Consort Eikko was not part of the selection of Queen Eadlyn. "There's to be a selection?" I asked. Seeing mom nod in answer, I quickly took the letter from her and started browsing it. Even though I had never imagined a selection to occur, I did want to participate. So I started filling the form:

Name: Theodosia Eliza Spencer

Age: 19

Province: Whites

Education: Has gotten high school diploma, currently at college studying pre-Illea history

Title (if any): "total nerd" or Miss Thea

Languages: English and French

Special Talents (if any): Can memorize 30 facts in the span of five minutes

Height: 5'7''

Weight: 130 pounds

Favorite Color: Blue

Favorite food: Cheddar and caramel popcorn mixed together

Eye color: green

Hair color: Dyed blond hair

After filing the form, I quickly left the house with mom and went to submit the form. A long line could be seen and I groaned as I was still tired. Hours later, I reached the front of the line, submitted the form and had my picture taken. Finished with all this, I left the building and went back to bed to catch some sleep.

Melina's POV:

Tired from the days work, I returned home to see my step-father waiting for me. He seemed grim and I felt that something was wrong. He already hated the fact that I worked as a scientist, but he couldn't do anything as mother had wanted full freedom for each of her children.

"Isabella dear," he started speaking. I let out a sigh of relief, at least nothing was wrong. But still I was surprised. He had never called me by this name before. No matter how much I had asked, he'd always call me by my first name. "I have an opportunity for you." A letter was in his hand, one with a royal seal.

"Is there a selection father?" I asked. "If there is, I'm not taking part."

"It'll benefit all of us dear," he tried to convince me. But I would not agree.

"No!" I exclaimed, tired of all this fighting. "You've never let me have my own way!"

"Enough Melina," my step-father spoke, now completely angry. "I let you complete your studies, have always paid for your and your siblings' clothes, never stopped you from working and this is the gratitude I get?"

"You never said anything because of mom," I countered. "My siblings left me alone because of you. I used to support you but I was wrong. My elder sister's on drugs because of you. You have never taken care of us. It was your responsibility to look after us, not a favor. Mom trusted you and so did I. But what did you do? You'd never let me work if it wasn't for mom's wish. You can't force me!"

"Yes, I can Melina!" he spoke softly. He knew that I could be easily convinced. "You're taking part in the selection and that's final."

"No! I won't. I'll never fill the form," I replied in full anger. I was tired by now. Every day this happened, every single day ever since my brothers left the house.

"I've filled it already, Melina," he said and started pulling me with him. "Now behave! Or what will people say? They'll say that your mother didn't teach you anything." I knew couldn't counter him. I had always wanted mother to be known well, even after her death. We reached a building and submitted the form. I signed it with regret, glancing at what was written:

Name: Melina Hannah Isabella Hope Doriimu Mayflower Swan

Age: 18

Province: Swendway

Education: has a professor title, finished school with 10 and uni / phd with 14

Title (if any): Professor Doctor Melina Hannah Isabella Hope Doriimu Mayflower Swan

Languages: Speaks English, French, Spanish, Japanese, Chinese, Latin, Mexican, German, Finnish, Italian, Korean, Phillipino, and Greek fluently.

Special Talents: can drive and is a master in material arts and archery. a great swimmer, an acrobat, and plays the violin, the piano, the trumpet, flute, drums and guitar, as well as sings greatly. Can see in the dark, just like cats

Height: 170

Weight: 60

Favorite Color: pink

Favorite Food: strawberry tarts

Eye colour: rainbow golden

Hair colour: beautiful, long, wavy, golden hair

Leaving the building after having a picture taken, I turned towards my step-father. "Happy now?" I asked with sarcasm and left without him. Reaching home, I saw my younger step-sister smirking. I knew she had heard everything.

"Everything alright Melina?" she asked with mock concern.

"How many time do I have to tell you to call me Isabella?" I replied. I hated being called by first name, but neither would my step-father nor my step-sister listen. Knowing it was no good arguing with her, I went upstairs to my room and fell down heavily on my bed. I was so tired I never figured when I fell into the world of dreams.

Isabella's POV:

"Mother, I'm going riding," Isabella announced, before leaving the house. She breathed in the fresh air and went straight to the stables. Her horse was waiting for her and she quickly climbed her. She led the horse out of the stables and started trotting towards the hills. Soon she was galloping through the hills and reached her favorite spot, beneath a tree. She rested under it, taking an apple and biting into it. The sun started setting and Isabella sighed. Time to go back she thought and mounted her horse. By the time she reached her home, the sun had set and she hurried inside.

"Here you are," her father looked up from his paper. "Right on time too."

"A letter has come dear..." her mother said, entering the room. Isabella's glance fell on the royal seal and she quickly snatched it from her mother, before she could say anything more.

Quickly scanning the letter, Isabella looked up at her parents. "A selection? Great. I'm filing the form." Before either of her parents could say anything, she started filling it:

Name: Isabella Anabella Jackson

Age: 18

Province: Likely

Education: Vet doctorate

Title (if any): Doctor

Languages: English French Arabic

Special Talents(if any): can sing, paint, small talk, play the piano, the best at calming animals down, horseback riding

Height: 5'9"

Weight: 110lbs

Favorite Color: Green/Blue, Silver, White

Favorite food: Vegan sushi, I'm a vegan

Eye colour: Grey/blue, strikingly big and innocent

Hair colour: Platinum Blonde, With beach waves and it's long

"Told you Bella would happily fill it," she heard her mother tell her father. "Take her now before the building closes."

Isabella left with her father to submit the form and by the time they came back, it was time for dinner. Quickly finishing the food, she ran to her room, tired out by the long day at the clinic and the long line at the building, and went straight to sleep.

Lyssa's POV:

"Dearie," the moment I heard mother say this, I knew she wanted me to do something I don't want to. Reluctantly, I went down the stairs, knowing that mom hated being made to wait.

"Yes mom?" I asked her. I saw a letter in her hand, one with the royal seal. I knew it was the selection that was bound to happen soon. I also knew that mom saw me as a princess, the next queen. Even I had wanted to be royal my whole life, so that mom wouldn't always force us to do something or other. "The selection form?" I asked her. Seeing her nod in answer, I took the form and started filling it:

Name: Lyssa Curador

Age: 20

Province: Dominica

Education: High school graduate, Associate of Arts degree.

Title (if any): None

Languages: English, Spanish.

Special Talents/Hobbies: Has an eye for color, good public speaker, speed reader, likes to dance, flower arranging, watching TV with the sound off and doing bad lip readings.

Height: 5'9"

Weight: 152 lbs

Favorite color: Coral red.

Eye color: Dark brown.

Hair color: Dark brown and curly, afro-textured

"I knew you would fill the form Lyssa," mom said, looking pleased. "Lets go and submit it."

"Sure mom," I replied and followed her. After waiting for hours at the building, finally I submitted the form and smiled for the picture, thinking of the time when I would be coronated as Queen. As soon as we got free, we went home to see father and my brother waiting for us. They knew why and where we had gone and so didn't ask any questions. As soon as dinner was over, I went straight to my room and fell in a deep sleep, dreaming about a royal life.

SYOC is still open. please submit your characters soon and if you haven't updated your character information, please do. The characters mentioned are thanks to Michelle the Editor, Headless Gummy Bear, SophieOfWoodsBeyond, Millyna