I DO NOT OWN THE SELECTION SERIES. SHOUTOUT TO BRADI LAIN AND ABIZEAU FOR CREATING THESE CHARACTERS.
Schreave Palace. Sacramento. Province of Angeles. 3 months and 4 weeks into the selection.
King Peter laid back on the bed to catch his breath. He had just gone another round under the sheets with Catalina Espinosa and it had been as pleasant as ever. It was something that he truly enjoyed about her: Cat was always willing to do it when he needed a release from the stress of everyday life as the King of Illèa. Once the king had caught his breath, Cat laid on his chest as the lovers enjoyed being in each other's company.
"Peter, can I ask you something?" She inquired as she looked up at her king.
"Of course Cat." He replied as he traced her skin.
"Do you want to just fuck or do you actually think that we might have a future together?" Cat asked with sincerity in her voice.
"I do care about you." Peter insisted as he kissed her on the lips. "This isn't just about sex for me Cat."
"But...I'm sensing there's a but in here somewhere." She remarked as he let out a sigh.
"But, I don't want to give you false hope if I choose someone else." He pointed out. "I have an emotional bond with you of course, but I've also bonded with Sav and Phina; they have just as much chance as you do."
"I know." Cat replied wistfully.
"Besides, I can't base my decision solely on which girl is best in the sack." Peter continued. "Whoever I choose isn't just going to be my wife, they are going to be the future Queen of this country; do you think you can handle that?"
"I don't know." Cat replied quietly. Truth be told, she hadn't thought that she would get this far in the selection. Her plan had just been to stick around long enough to become a household name and then build her makeup empire upon her notoriety. The idea of being Queen was not one that she had ever taken seriously. But now, being one of the final 5 elites, she had to take it seriously.
"Thanks for being honest." Peter replied as held Cat close.
"All I'm going to say is that if you don't choose me, at the very least, you need to cut that Eloise bitch and quick." Miss Espinosa declared with shade in her voice. "That bitch is getting on my last nerve; she's all Disney this and happily ever after that. She has no idea what it's like to be someone in the real world who has real problems."
"You know what, you are absolutely right." Peter said as he motioned for Cat to move. She got off of the sovereign as he dressed himself. "I don't want any part of her and it would be cruel to keep her here an hour longer when we have no future together."
"You going to cut her right now?" Cat asked as she laid in bed.
"You bet your ass I am." Peter snapped as he headed for the door. "The Disney mania ends now!"
Later that day.
Peter sat in his chair as he looked across to the Baron of Yonkers on his right and officer Claude Eisenhower on his left. He had sent a servant to call Eloise Bryant to his office and he wanted to have backup when he cut her because he honestly didn't know how she would react. A hundred different outcomes played through his mind and none of them were good. Eventually, the door opened and a servant came in.
"Lady Eloise Bryant, your majesty." The servant said with a bow as she walked in, grinning from ear to ear.
"Peter, I'm so glad to see you." Eloise said as she curtsied to her king. "I assume that you've decided to pick me as your queen and I want to say that of course, I will marry you!" Everyone groaned as this was going to be more awkward then they thought.
"Eloise, I'm not going to beat around the bush: I'm eliminating you." Peter said as her face fell like a weight.
"What..." she stuttered quietly.
"I've thought a lot about and you're a...nice girl and all, but we just aren't meant to be married." He explained.
"Your bags have been packed and I've booked a flight back to Clermont for you." Trayvon added as Eloise began to cry hysterically.
"No...you are my Prince Charming and we are going to get married and live happily ever after!" Eloise exclaimed as she rushed towards her king; only to be stopped by officer Eisenhower.
"Restrain her, get her out of here!" Peter ordered as Eisenhower began to drag her out while she kept singing wildly.
"And the birds will sing and wedding bells will ring..." Eloise cried out before the door was closed.
"My God...that girl was messed up..." Trayvon remarked as Peter felt sick to his stomach.
"What the Hell messed her up so bad?" He asked our loud as he feared he would never forget her reaction to being eliminated.
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