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Schreave Private Beach. Sacramento. Province of Angeles. 1 week into the selection.
A few days later, Trayvon decided to treat the remaining selected an activity that was much more enjoyable: a trip to the beach. He assured the women that the king would be there this time.
The thirty two women were loaded up into vans and driven out to Schreave beach. It was the nicest beach in the entire province and as such, it had been reserved for the royal family and declared off limits to commoners. As for Evalena Sorenson, she had only been here once before. However, that had been back when she was a servant and her help had been needed for a massive beach party to celebrate Princess Melody's 17th birthday. This was different though, now Eva was here not as a servant, but as a guest. She was free to do as she wished; within reason of course.
All of the girls had changed into their swimwear before leaving the palace and as Eva stepped out in her polka dot bathing suit, she felt an ability to cut loose that she had not previously known. She looked around and saw that while a few girls were playing in the sand or taking a swim, a majority of the women were gathering around the king, hoping for a lust filled look or a kind word. Eva knew that she would not be able to penetrate that throng. As she watched Peter trying to get a grip on the mob of selected, she saw his bodyguard being pushed aside.
"Girls got to you, huh?" Eva asked as he dusted himself off.
"I have no idea how I am going to keep that guy alive if I can't even keep his state sponsored posse off him." Claude chuckled.
"You're officer Eisenhower, right?" She asked.
"Just call me Claude." He answered.
"Just call me Eva then." The maid replied with a small smile.
"So, you were a maid in the palace before you got selected?" the bodyguard inquired as Eva nodded.
"All my life." She insisted.
"That must give you an edge over these other girls."
"That's what you would think, but it doesn't." Eva replied with a shrug. "It's not like I grew up with him, I only met him once."
"I see, that means you've got as much chance as anyone else, you're certainly pretty enough." Eisenhower said with a smile.
"Stop it!" Eva chuckled as she kept her eyes on Peter while a tiny blush formed on her face.
A couple hours later, Selina Zhao was working on her tan as she noticed the king's brother: Baron Trayvon of Yonkers plopping his ass down in the sand. Against her better judgement, she decided to talk to him.
"Tough day, O selection master?" She asked in a cheeky way which earned a laugh from the Baron.
"You know it, there was a scuffle and 3 girls got eliminated." He replied.
"Seriously?" Selina asked.
"Seriously." Trayvon answered. "The girl from Columbia flashed Peter which got the girls from Dakota and Denbeigh to start slut shaming her which led to blows. Flights are being booked as we speak."
"That sucks." Selina said as Trayvon shrugged.
"Fighting is against the rules no matter what provoked it." He replied.
"I didn't know you were such a stickler for rules and regulations." Selina replied.
"Usually I'm not...but if it trims the fat, that works." The Baron replied.
"Did you just call all the girls fat?" Selina asked with a look of shock on her face which worried Trayvon.
"What no, I wasn't calling them fat!" He pleaded, hoping to avoid a scandal.
"I'm just teasing you." Selina replied with a wink as Trayvon heaved a sigh of relief.
"You know what, you're ok wedding planner." He said with a chuckle.
"I know I am." She shot back with a small smirk on her face. "You aren't so bad yourself."
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