I DO NOT OWN THE SELECTION SERIES. SHOUTOUT TO LOGANPERDUE AND BRADILAIN FOR CREATING THESE CHARACTERS.

Schreave Palace. Sacramento. Province of Angeles. 2 weeks into the selection.

As the selection entered its 2nd week, everyone began to get into a routine. The Twenty nine women that still remained took etiquette lessons during the day and otherwise had free reign to roam around the permitted sections of the palace. Savannah Burdne decided to hit the royal fitness room for a much needed workout session. When she got in, she made a beeline for the treadmill. It was by far her favorite way to work out and the best part was that it could be done almost anywhere. Sav turned it on and started to run at a simple pace. She didn't want to tire herself out too quickly.

"Hey, mind if I join you?" Sav was stunned as she looked over and saw King Peter, first of his name, wearing fitness clothes and turning on the treadmill next to hers. "Um sure…your majesty." Sav replied as she tried get a grip on herself.

"Please, just call me Peter. I get too much of that your majesty crap from the servants." The king said as he turned in the machine and began to lightly jog on it.

"As you wish, Peter." Sav shrugged as she kept up her pace on the treadmill.

"What brings you here?" He asked.

"Just needed some space from the other selected, they were getting on my nerves." She answered as he shook his head.

"If I'm being honest…me too." Peter replied awkwardly.

"Why, all those idiots drool at your feet?" Sav pointed out while the King let out a nervous chuckle.

"That's sort of the problem, having all those women crowding around you and following your every move; it gets overwhelming after a bit." He explained.

"Aww, poor baby." Sav teased as she paused the treadmill and grabbed a towel.

"Looking good miss Fennley." Peter said as he took in the sight of her beautiful body as it glistened with sweat.

"Why don't you try to flirt with me when I'm not sweaty from working out." Sav shot back as she rolled her eyes and went to leave.

"Boy, can Trayvon pick 'em." Peter muttered to himself as he chuckled at his own expense. He figured that Sav Burdne wasn't going to be easy to woo, but that meant she was more than likely worth the extra effort.


Later that day, Catalina Espinosa was strolling around the palace, checking out the various paintings on the walls. 3 more girls had been eliminated that day. The girls from Dominica, Hansport, and Honduragua had snuck down to the royal liquor cellar and been caught drunk as skunks. Once they sobered up, they would all be on flights home. As she strolled, Cat suddenly saw the King of Illèa out of the corner of her eye. He was changing into proper attire for a man of his station and she knew that this was the perfect chance to make introduction. When Peter stopped in front of a mirror to examine himself, Cat showed up behind him.

"Looking good, your majesty." She stated as he turned around to look at her.

"Thank you, you're looking pretty yourself Miss...Espinoza?" He asked, still trying to remember everyone's name.

"Catalina, or Cat if you want." The makeup artist said with a nod.

"I hope you've been finding your way around the palace without too much difficulty." Peter replied with a smile.

"I've been doing all right. I'm still here, ain't I?" She teased.

"You certainly are, hopefully for longer than most." The King teased in return. Cat grinned at his words.

"So, what are you up to today?" She inquired as he heaved a sigh.

"More meetings with the Prime Minister." Peter said wistfully. "He keeps pulling me in 1 direction after another. God forbid I do what I want to do."

"That's not right." Cat said with a frown as she gently raised her hand to his cheek. "You're the King, you should do whatever you want to do." Peter shivered a little at her touch, but he didn't pull away. Most of the selected her not so forward; at least not in the physical sense.

"You'd think that, but apparently people want someone to keep me in check; lest I become another Maxon II." He joked.

"That man was a world class shit head, you could never be like him." She assured the king as she leaned in closer and gave him a straight path to her deep brown eyes. Peter's playfulness got the better of him as he took out a King's coin from his pocket and dropped it on the floor.

"Could you pick that up please?" He asked with a gleam in his eye. Cat knew what he was doing and smirked.

"Of course, your majesty." She said as she bent over and picked up the coin. Cat didn't stand back up for a few moments. She wanted Peter to get a good long look at her backside and he did. Unfortunately, voices were heard coming down the hall and Cat quickly stood back up.

"Keep the coin, hopefully I'll see you around Cat." Peter said as he started walking away.

"You too." Car said with a smile, feeling overly pleased with herself. She had the King's attention for sure, but any girl could do that. Whether or not she could keep it was what mattered.

ARE SAV AND CAT MAKING INROADS WITH THE KING? REVIEWS NEEDED AND APPRECIATED.