I DO NOT OWN THE SELECTION SERIES. THIS IS THE THIRD AND POSSIBLY THE FINAL INSTALLMENT IN THE MELODY SAGA. THIS STORY TAKES PLACE TWENTY THREE YEARS AFTER PETER THE GREAT WHEN HIS TWINS HAVE THEIR SELECTION AT THE SAME TIME AND FORCES BEYOND THEIR CONTROL THREATEN TO TEAR ILLÈA APART.

Schreave Palace. Sacramento, Province of Angeles. Twenty three years after the marriage of King Peter I to Savannah Burdne of Fennley.

King Peter Schreave, first of his name, sat at his desk as he was overlooking the latest report from his minister of finance. Things had taken a slight drop at the stock market, but it wasn't anything to be too overly concerned about yet. He then heard a knock at his door.

"Enter." He said as the door opened and his minister of state, the Baron of Yonkers, walked in; followed by his wife, Queen Savannah.

"Thank God you're here Sav, I need a distraction." Peter said as he stood up and and kissed his wife deeply on the lips. She returned the kiss passionately as she wrapped her arms around him. The Baron cleared his throat as the couple separated with a chuckle.

"Your majesties, there is something that we need to discuss: your children's selection." Trayvon explained as Peter groaned.

"I have told you time and time again Trayvon, there is too much going on with keeping the country together; I don't have the time to organize a selection." Peter griped as he laid his head on his desk.

"Well you need to make the time because the selection is a time honored Illèan tradition." The Baron insisted.

"It is also so much pressure for everyone involved!" Sav remarked. "I was actually in a selection so I think that I'm a bit more qualified to speak on it then you."

"With all due respect, your royal highness... you won. So I don't see why you're complaining." He shot back.

"With all due respect, your Grace...I'm complaining because I don't want to put my babies under that pressure; Tamara especially is so fragile."

"She has Absalom to watch out for her." Trayvon insisted as he turned towards Peter. "Bro...people are beginning to talk. A royal child is supposed to have their selection after they turn 18. Absalom and Tamara are both twenty one now and they have yet to have one. The media is coming up with all sorts of rumors to explain it. They are openly asking what is wrong with your twins."

"Nothing is wrong with my babies, they are perfect!" Queen Sav snapped as she shot daggers at the Baron.

"Then why haven't they had a selection?" Baron Trayvon asked furiously. "This isn't me. That is on the front page of legitimate newspapers. The Angeles Times, the Belcourt Chronicle, The Calgary Press, the Dakota Gazette...the media is running wild!"

"Enough!" King Peter exclaimed as he slammed his fist down. "The people want a selection, we'll give them one. The crown prince and Princess will have a joint selection and it will be managed by her royal highness, the Queen." Sav nodded as she was willing to do it if meant keeping an eye on her angels.

"All right." She agreed.

"We'll send out application forms to all thirty five provinces and since the children have both come out as pansexual, this joint selection will open to all genders and sexualities. Sav, since as you said, are a former elite, you can be there for the new batch of selected."

"Whatever I can do to help." The Queen said with a smile as she leaned in and gave her husband a kiss as she walked out of the office.

"You know bro, it wouldn't hurt for you to be a little more hands on with your kids." Trayvon chided as Peter rolled his eyes.

"I have millions of people that I am responsible for every freaking day, I do the best I can!" He snarled as the Baron backed off.

A NEW SELECTION BEGINS! THERE WILL BE A FEW MORE CHAPTERS BEFORE I ACTUALLY GET INTO THE PROCESS. I HOPE YOU WILL SUBMIT AN OC AND AS ALWAYS, REVIEWS NEEDED AND APPRECIATED.