It was quiet in the palace as Queen Min paced back and forth in her study. What to do with the Schreave girl? She sighed as she poured herself a glass of win, red, of course. She brought the glass to her lips and took a long sip. If only she hadn't been a child, Min thought. Then, she easily could have been executed along with the rest of her rotten family. In the olden days the answer was easy, just have Sol marry her. But tradition dictated that he must host a Selection, and well, wasn't that the very thing she fought to protect? Tradition. Then, an idea dawned on her. She made her way to the desk and picked up the phone.

"Officer Rodgers, send in my son," the first Chinese monarch of Illéa commanded.

"Right away, Your Majesty," came the deep voice of Officer Rodgers on the other end of the line.

Min smiled and leaned back in her seat, twirling her glass of wine as she did so. The answer was so obvious, why hadn't she thought of it sooner?

Sol didn't keep her waiting long, soon her twenty-four year old son stepped into the room. He bowed his head slightly and approached her desk.

"Is everything okay, mother? It's rather late," Sol said. He was a tall, muscular young man with shoulder length black hair that was tied back into a ponytail. His black eyes focused on his mother, a concerned look on his face.

"Everything's fine, dear," Min said with a smile. "I've finally figured out what to do with the Schreave girl."

Sol raised an eyebrow at this, he knew whatever his mother had planned it wouldn't be good. They had kept the daughter of Maxon as their "guest" ever since the execution of her parents. And Sol had just found it to be plain cruel.

Min leaned forward. "She is going to compete in your Selection. If she wins, well then, our problems are over. If she loses, well, we'll decide what to do with her then."

"Isn't that a little cruel, mother?" Sol questioned. "Besides, what are you going to do if she doesn't win, kill her?"

Min scoffed, her son was so weak. "And how exactly is it cruel?" She enquired, tilting her head to the side. "I'm merely giving her the opportunity to win back what was taken from her."

Sol sighed, he knew arguing with his mother was pointless, once she had set her mind to something there was no changing it. "Whatever you say, mother." he said as he rested his hands on the back of the chair. "Who is going to break the news to her?"

Min shrugged. "We need to make it look random, she'll find out when her name is called."

Sol merely nodded. "Was that all you wanted?"

"No, there's more," Min said as she stood and approached her son. "You will be announcing your Selection in two days time, a speech is being prepared for you, but you may make any edits you deem necessary, just get it approved by myself first."

"I will," Sol agreed, knowing he didn't really have much of a choice.

"Now, that will be all. Get some rest, we have a busy day ahead of us tomorrow," Min instructed.

Sol nodded again, then left the room. He sighed as he closed the door behind him. Why did his mother insist on toying with the girl? She could easily banish her from Illéa, but of course that wasn't enough for her.

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