I DO NOT OWN THE SELECTION SERIES. I ALSO DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO FORGIVE ME FRIEND. IT BELO BELONGS TO SMITH AND THELL. SHOUTOUT TO AVA NAVA FOR CREATING THIS CHARACTER.
Schreave Palace. Sacramento. Province of Angeles. 1 month and 3 weeks into the selection.
By this time, Trayvon Truman, the Baron of Yonkers, was getting very worried for his brother, King Peter I. He was completely ignoring the selection and focusing solely on the rebellion. The first wave of troops that had been sent in from the neighboring province of Paloma were not doing well against the rebels who had home field advantage. Even worse news came through that his majesty had been taking a real ribbing in the tabloids for completely ignoring his elites. They had been patient at first because of the rebellion, but now they were complaining that the King of Illèa was unable to multitask; a skill that was more often than not necessary in his profession. Trayvon had been trying hard to get Peter to pay some attention to his selection, but with Bush pressuring him to crush the rebellion, it was difficult. It did come to a head or night as Peter was pouring over military reports from the Paloma/Midston border.
"How long have you been at this bro?" Baron Yonkers inquired as Peter looked up from his desk with bags in his eyes.
"I'll keep going as long as I have to." The King insisted.
"You need a break Peter, why don't you go on your first solo date?" The Baron offered.
"I don't have time to date right now Trayvon, there is a rebellion going on." Peter snapped.
"You need to make time because the press is making time to attack you for leaving those hotties hanging." Trayvon snapped back.
"I'm trying to run a country and quell a full on uprising, what more do those bastards want from me?" The King asked in frustration.
"Everything!" The Baron answered, equally frustrated. "You are the King of Illèa, you have to put out multiple fires at once, that is the job that you agreed to do."
"I didn't think it would be like this!" He exclaimed.
"Neither did I, but it is what it is and we have to deal with it." Peter's brother insisted. "Just take one of the elites on a date, maybe the tabloids will settle down."
"For a grand total of 5 minutes maybe." Peter scoffed as Trayvon slammed his fist down on the stack of military reports.
"Look, how bout you do something with the chick from Whites, she looks like she would be fun." Trayvon declared as he tried to keep his temper in check because both men were tired of the argument.
"If I say yes, will you let me work in peace?" King Peter asked.
"Yes." Baron Trayvon answered.
"Then fine." Peter said as he dismissed his brother.
"So you'll do it?" Trayvon begged.
"Yes!" Peter shouted as Trayvon walked out of the office.
The Next Day.
Seraphina Shepherd was in the main ballroom of the palace, practicing some of her ballet moves that she could remember. She and Melody had taken lessons together and it had been quite enjoyable. She was so absorbed in her dance that she did not notice that King Peter was watching her. He had to admit that she looked beautiful as she moved about the room. When she paused, he cleared his throat to make his presence known.
"Your majesty…I didn't see you." Phina replied as she curtsied to her King.
"It's all right, you're very talented." Peter replied with a smile on his face as he walked over to her. "Have you been doing ballet long?"
"Since I was little." She shrugged as she smiled in return.
"I was hoping that if you weren't busy…you and I could do something together?" He asked.
"You mean, a solo date?" Phina asked in returned, surprised that she was to receive the first of the solo dates.
"I do, I was hoping that you might suggest something fun." Peter replied, hoping to have some time away from the palace.
"You know, my brother told me that there is a nice little karaoke bar in the capital." Phina offered as Peter shook his head.
"I can't, people might recognize me." He pointed out as Phina gave him a mischievous smirk.
"There might be a way around that." She said as she drug him out of the ballroom.
Later that evening.
A green coupe stopped at the entrance to the karaoke bar and a couple got out of it. Phina was wearing a nice blouse and skirt to match while Peter was wearing a hoodie and jeans; with a pair of sunglasses and a fake mustache to conceal his identity.
"This had better work Phina." Peter insisted as they walked inside.
"Relax, no one is going to notice you." She promised as they sat down at a table in front of the stage. As time went by and no one pointed out that the King was there, Peter did indeed begin to relax and the couple had a couple drinks while they shared some much needed laughs.
"Hold on, so you're saying that Cat called one of the servants a prude?" Peter asked as Phina told him about an argument that some of the elites had.
"Oh yeah, and then she called Cat a slut." Phina replied with a giggle. "It almost came to blows."
"Well, miss Espinosa certainly does know how to get attention." The King replied as he downed his drink before turning to the stage.
"All right, who would like to be next up…how bout you 2?" The MC asked as he pointed to Peter and Phina.
"You want to?" Phina asked.
"No no no." Peter insisted as he tried to keep his head down.
"Come on, live a little!" Phina demanded as she began to drag him up to the stage.
"Phina please!" He begged as they made their way up.
"DJ, pick a song!" The MC commanded as music began to play and 2 screens which were above the stage.
(Seraphina)
I, I've been keeping secrets from you dear
There's things in me I'm scared that you might fear
It crackles in the ground
(Peter)
And you, you've been coming closer to the edge
Wondering what goes on in my head
And so I shut you out
(Seraphina)
And I guess that we don't mean to be falling apart
But you will always have a special place in my heart
I never wanted this to end, can you forgive me friend?
(Peter)
'Cause I fell in the hole, in the hole, in the hole
My heart was turning cold, turning cold, turning cold
I never wanted this to end, can you forgive me friend?
(Both)
And I, I promised you that we would never change
That you and me would always stay the same
How I let you down
And I guess that we don't mean to be falling apart
But you will always have a special place in my heart
I never wanted this to end, can you forgive me friend?
As the couple sang along, Peter and Phina could feel themselves getting closer to each other. Their eyes locked and the bar just seemed to fade away, as if it was only them.
'Cause I fell in the hole, in the hole, in the hole
My heart was turning cold, turning cold, turning cold
I never wanted this to end, can you forgive me friend?
Later that night.
After a long night of singing and drinking, Peter called officer Eisenhower to pick them up and take them back to the palace. As they made their way inside, the two were a bit tipsy, but for sure happier than they had been in quite a while.
"Damn, I needed that." Peter exclaimed as he walked Phina to her room.
"I know right, that was so fun, we have to do that again." Phina insisted as she opened the door. "Well, this is me."
"Thanks Phina, I had fun tonight." The King admitted.
"So did I." Phina replied as Peter moved a bit closer to her.
"Would it be ok if I kissed you goodnight?" He asked softly as Phina's head started to beat fast.
"Sure." She answered as he leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. A small blush appeared on her cheeks as a Peter pulled away.
"Good night." Peter said as he left Phina who couldn't help but smile in pure happiness. She felt as though she was finally enjoying herself, but would it last?"
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