I DO NOT OWN THE SELECTION SERIES

Sacramento. Province of Angeles. 2 weeks later.

After all of the celebrations had winded down, Peter was ready to get down to the business of running a country. The former grad student had been working like a mad man preparing royal decrees that would repeal the worst of Maxon II's policies. The first of Peter's policies had re-legalized same sex marriage and guaranteed healthcare for his transgender subjects. These had proven extremely popular and it showed as news reports put Peter's initial approval rating at seventy five percent; whereas 10 percent disapproved and 15 percent had no opinion. Peter thought that he was settling into his new job quite nicely. Others however, didn't agree.


One day while Peter was looking through provincial reports on the state of the kingdom, the baron of Yonkers entered his office. As a reward to his adopted brother for all his years of friendship, love, and loyalty, Peter bestowed upon him the title of Baron of Yonkers; which was the town where Trayvon had been born in. It was sort of ironic when you thought about it. Trayvon was such a die hard democratic idealist and now he was a member of the nobility.

"The Prime Minister's here to see you." Baron Yonkers declared.

"OK, send him in." Peter said as a few seconds later, Quince Bush walked into the king's office.

"Your majesty." He said as he bowed his head before the sovereign.

"Please have a seat Prime Minister." Peter said as Bush sat in front of his desk. "I assume this isn't just a social call."

"You assume right, I'm here on royal business." Quince replied with a sigh. "Despite your stellar ratings in the press, the King's Congress is still uneasy."

"Why, we're moving out from under authoritarian rule and we're uniting the country again?" Peter asked, feeling confused. The Prime Minister took a deep breath as he stared Peter right in the eye.

"Well your majesty...you have asked me plain, so I shall tell you plain." Bush stated. "Many congressmen and women fear that the Schreave dynasty is not secure. The fact is that you are the last Schreave with a legitimate claim to the throne. If you die, there will be no one to claim the throne. For those who wish to abolish the monarchy...it would be the perfect time to act."

"What do they want specifically?"

"A selection."

"They want me to host a selection?" Peter asked as he leaned back in his chair. "I am trying to learn how to run a country, I don't have time to play bachelor!"

"I understand that, but if you want to pacify the King's Congress and believe me, you do, you'll have to make the time." Quince insisted. The King sighed as he rubbed his temples. He knew that his Prime Minister was right. He had to stay in the Congress's good graces.

"Fine, I'll have a selection. Female only." Peter replied as Quince nodded. "Make sure they look pretty, I don't want any ugly chicks."

"Don't worry, I know what kind of ladies you straight boys like." Bush said with a chuckle.


1 week later.

Trayvon volunteered to personally take charge of the selection process. Peter trusted his brother as the forms were written up and ready to send. Eventually, a time was set for him to make a nationwide announcement. After all of the major news was covered on The Report, Peter was live-streamed on television from his office.

"Good evening, my fellow Illèans." Peter said with a smile as he faced the camera. "I'm speaking to you because I have decided that it is time for me to take part in that time honored Illèan tradition: I will hold a selection. This selections will be for females, however, transgender females and non binary people are welcome. Applications will be sent out to all thirty five provinces in Illèa and I hope that somewhere out there, my wife and Queen is waiting for me. Thank you and God bless Illèa."

THE SELECTION IS ON! NEXT TIME, WE WILL BE SEEING THE SELECTED. SEND IN YOUR OC'S AND AS ALWAYS, REVIEWS NEEDED AND APPRECIATED.