Here's another Chapter off the bat! Meet Princess Sara! Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 4- Princess Sara's Selection

Princess Sara Anne Shreave looked at herself in the mirror making sure that not a hair was out of place in her reflection. Tonight was an important night after all; it was the night of the report where she would reveal her selected males. She'd see the face of her future husband tonight.

"You look like you can't wait." She turned to see Payton smiling at her, showing off perfectly white teeth.

"I am. How did you feel when your selected were revealed two nights ago?" Sara asked, looking him over from head to toe; he wouldn't be the focus tonight but as the future King, he should always look sharp. He looked exactly like Dad with his strong, well-muscled build and honey blonde hair, the only thing that was different was that he had Mom's light hazel eyes. He was the perfect mix of their Dad, King Maxon and their Mom, Queen Kriss; he looked like their son.

Unfortunately, she couldn't say that she looked like their daughter. It seemed like her grandparents genes took hold rather than her actual parents. She looked like her Grandmother, Queen Amerbly Shreave with her dark hair in an elegant crown and her blue eyes, so much like her Grandfather's seemed to sparkle in the light.

It was also a curse, both her Grandparents had been killed last year when rebels broke into the palace, their bodies had been found after the attack; broken bodies lying next to each other. Tears still pricked at her eyes as she thought about them; she had loved her Grandmother, Amberly had been a kind woman, she was sorely missed by the whole family. Her Grandfather, on the other hand, she didn't miss at all, King Clarkson had been a cruel and demanding man when he was alive. It was horrible of her, but she was glad he was dead.

"Sara!" She blinked back to attention when Payton snapped his fingers in front of her face. She hadn't even realized that she spaced out. "I just said the report is about to go on."

"Oh." Sara said, following her brother to the seats where to royal family usually sat. It would be soon now, so very soon. She couldn't wait to see what the man who would be her future husband would look like.

The report started as it usually did with Raquelle greeting the audience and before she knew it, she was called up.

"Good evening, as you folks know, I'm having my Selection at the same time as my brother, our Crown Prince Payton. It'll be exciting and I can't wait to meet my future husband." Sara said smoothly, to the camera in front of her. She barely held back the smile on her lips when she saw her Dad grimace from the corner of her eyes. He really hated the idea of his oldest daughter having a selection at eighteen.

"We're all excited to meet your selected Princess," Raquelle spoke up from beside excitement practically radiating from her dark eye. "Are you ready to begin?"

"Yes." Sara smiled in return, "Lets meet the future Prince of Illéa." With that, she started to go through the envelopes next to her, making sure to take in each face of the males as they flashed on the screen while reading the names out loud.

Out of thirty-five, three really stood out to her. The first was a boy from Belcourt, by the name of Michael Baine, a two with tousled blonde hair and bright blue eyes. The second boy was Everett Hanson, another blonde with gray eyes, a boy who was a three and from Allens. The third boy had bronze colored hair and the most startling brown eyes she had ever seen, his name was Conner Morse, a three from Colombia.

The rest of the faces seemed blur together and before she knew it the report was done and her selection was going to start in no more than a week.

"Well," Sara looked up to see her second brother stroll up to her, a smirk on her lips. "This is going to be fun, though I can't believe that you wanted to have a selection."

"I can't believe that you didn't want to have one, Liam." Sara shot back, a smile on her face. Liam was nineteen, one year older than her and one younger than Payton. He looked like Payton except for the fact that his hair was a dark brown and his eyes were like Dad's, chocolate brown instead of light hazel.

"I'm engaged to the Princess of England. I didn't need a Selection." Liam said, running his hand through his hair. "Evelyn and I are extremely happy. She's coming for the Selection... Colton and Victoire are also coming." The last part, he said hesitantly.

"Why are they coming?" Sara demanded. It was no secret between the siblings that Payton was head-over-heels in love with the French Princess. If she was here, how did the selected girls have a chance? Why was Colton coming? Her ex being here would only make it more difficult to find her future husband, "Does Payton know?"

"He knows Colton is coming, I don't know if he knows about Victoire." Liam shrugged, "We'll have to just hope for the best." His eyes went over to where their parents were standing. "I'll go talk to Mom and Dad about it. You just worry about your Selection, I want a good brother-in-law Sis." With that, he left her staring after him.

Sara sighed, starting to regret her decision on the Selection. It was already going to be dramatic with Payton's selection and now she had just added fuel to the fire. They were in for a ride of a life-time.

What do you guys think? The Selections for Payton and Sara are going to start soon. Remember to put in SYOCs by putting them in the reviews or just PM me your characters. Remember you have two to three weeks to put your characters in before I really start the rest of the story. Remember, SYOCs should include: first and last name, caste, age, where they are from, their personality, hobbies, a job if they have one and what they look like (hair color, eye color, skin color, height, etc and whatever else you want to add.

These are the provinces that already have selected males or females:

For Prince Payton: Eirelyn Leger (Carolina), Asteria Newsome (Clermont) and Isadora Spritz (Hansport)

For Princess Sara: Michael Baine (Belcourt), Everett Hanson (Allens) and Conner Morse (Colombia).

Till next time!