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Schreave Palace. Sacramento. Province of Angeles. 1 week later.

On the first official day of the selection, the entire country was buzzing with excitement. All of the thirty five selected women were picked up by royal chaperones and transported to the capital of Sacramento in the province of Angeles. Evalena Sorensen did not need to be transported to the palace since she was already there. As she went into the foyer, she was eagerly awaiting the beginning of the selection. She had been a servant all her life and now, she would be the one getting pampered. Even more glorious, Eva would not only have a chance at a life of luxury, but a chance at snagging the most eligible bachelor in Illèa: the king himself. It was a chance that she had always longed for and now it was hers.


Pyra Kakashi stepped out of her limo as she looked up at the magnificence of Schreave Palace. The sheer luxury of it made her want to throw up. It was so unfair how Peter Schreave and his family lived in obscene luxury while there were thousands of Illèans lived on the streets in utter poverty. She slipper her hand into her clutch and felt the pistol which made her relax. The king would get what he deserved soon enough.

"All selected, please come in through the front entrance!" A royal guard announced as the other suitors and suitresses exited their limos, bearing the crests of their provinces.


Eloise Bryant felt like a real life flesh and blood princess as she walked into the palace. To think that this would be her home as soon as King Peter asked her to marry him. She knew that once they met, it would be love at first sight. Once everyone was inside, a female servant whistled for attention.

"Attention ladies, follow me please!" she exclaimed as the selected followed her.

"And the birds will sing and wedding bells will ring, someday when my dreams come true." Eloise sang to herself as some of the girls looked at her like she was off her nut.


Savannah Burdne followed the women into a large room where individual showers had been set up. There was also a table with plastic bins

"Undress, put your clothes and your personal possessions in this bin." The female servant in charge declared. "Your personal items will be taken to your rooms and your clothing will remain with us until your elimination. Once you have done this, take a shower. You will find pink bathrobes to wear once you are clean." Sav was anxious at this, but she did as she was told. Inside the shower, she found a small bottle of shampoo and a bar of soap. As she showered, Sav thought about how this was a chance to prove to her father that she was worthy of the Burdne name.


After Katherine Brenton finished her shower, she found a pink bathrobe hanging on the door. She put it on gracefully and got out as the servant motioned for them to go into the next room which had been turned into a communal makeup room.

"All right, before you are presented to the royal family, you will all receive a customary makeover and a proper fitting." Another servant said as the women were motioned to take a seat. Kit was relaxed, she had gone through many makeup sessions and fittings before. Nothing she wasn't used to.


Selina Zhao looked at herself in the mirror. Her makeup had been done and she was wearing a simple silver dress. It was nothing fancy, but it was pretty enough for her. Hopefully it would be pretty enough for Peter too.

"Whatever you do, be the best at it." Selina told herself as she looked in the mirror.


Once the makeover was finished, Catalina Espinoza followed the other selected into the foyer wearing a flashy pink and blue dress that looked amazing on her. As they entered, a servant whistled for attention.

"His grace, the Baron of Yonkers!" the servant announced as Trayvon came out, dressed in royal garb.

"Welcome selected...my name is Trayvon Truman or Baron Yonkers, if you want. I am the brother of his majesty King Peter, first of his name." He replied. "I will be personally overseeing the selection since I know him best.

"Before you are presented to my bro, I'm gonna go over the rules with you and I'm only going to say it once, so please pay attention" Trayvon declared.

"First rule of the selection: Once you are here, you do not leave until Peter lets you leave." He began.

"Second rule: the selection will go on as long as it has to. Could be a few days or a few months."

"Third rule: my brother decides who gets solo dates with him, not you."

"Fourth rule: if you fight or try to sabotage your fellow selected, you're going home; straight up."

"Fifth rule: the only romance going on will be with the king. If a selected is found to have a romantic relationship with anyone other than my bro, they're looking at a treason charge and no one wants that ."

"Sixth rule: being a selected does not grant you immunity from Illèan law. If you break the law, you will be sent home and face trial in your home province."

"Seventh rule: If it is not made inside the palace, you can not wear it or eat it."

"Eighth rule: you will be cool to the media at all times."

"Ninth rule: for every week you stay in the selection, your family will receive a cash prize as a token of our esteem."

"Tenth rule: the final 10 selected will be known as the elites, you'll find out more about that if you become one."

"Eleventh rule: every selected must be a virgin. If it is discovered that your V-cars has been swiped, you're going home." Cat's face went pale at this as she tried to calm herself.

"And the final rule of the selection: from this point on, King Peter's wish is your command. You will do whatever he asks of you; dinner, outings, etc." the baron finished.


Seraphina Shepherd listened to the rules intently, not wanting to get in more trouble.

"OK and now here he is, my only bro in the whole wide world, my king and yours, let's give it up for Peter!" Trayvon exclaimed as the king revealed himself to the cheering women.

"Greetings ladies, I look forward to meeting you all and hopefully, finding my awesome wife and queen!" he declared as the women cheered for their king.

THE SELECTION BEGINS. REVIEWS NEEDED AND APPRECIATED.