I DO NOT OWN THE SELECTION SERIES. SHOUTOUT TO ABIZEAU AND AVA NAVA AND LOGAN MOCDONNELL FOR SUBMITTING THEIR CHARACTERS. THE FACE CLAIM FOR PRIME MINISTER TYBALT TYLER IS BRENDAN FRASER.
Sacremento. Province of Angeles. 3 days later.
The entire country was buzzing with excitement. It had been announced 2 days before that Princess Melody would address the people of Illèa by herself. It seemed like a good strategy because the Princess had extremely high approval ratings from the people because of her seemingly kind nature and her constant work with charities across the country. Truth be told, it was the only time that Melody was allowed outside the castle ground; of course she was always chaperoned by royal guards. When she arrived in the audience room where the royals always gave their addresses, she was dressed in a rich blue gown with white gloves and her hair was put up with her sapphire encrusted tiara squarely in the middle. As everyone waited for the time to go live, Melody's mother: Queen Jessamine Schreave, joined her daughter and the camera crew.
"I'm so nervous mother, I've never given a royal address by myself before." Melody said as the Queen gave her a frustrated look.
"I know, that's why you're father wants me here to make sure you don't screw it up." She replied. Melody's smile faltered a bit at her mother's words, but she tried to keep a smile on.
"I can do it mother." The Princess insisted as everyone was given the one minute warning.
"Remember, this is a fairy tale. You need to warm, inviting, give these commoners hope that one of them could be your King or Queen consort." The Queen demanded as Melody rolled her eyes.
"I'm an adult now mother, I know what is expected of me." Melody shot back as Jessa gave her daughter a painful pinch on the arm. "Ow!"
"Don't give me lip, this is important for all of us. This selection must go well for the good of Crown and country." Queen Jessa snapped as Princess Melody recoiled in submission. Eventually, the countdown began as Melody took her seat and the broadcast went live nationwide.
"Good evening, my fellow Illèans." she said with a bright smile. "When I turned 18, a few short weeks ago, I felt a sense of joy, but also a sense of duty. Now that I am an adult, I realize that someday, the hopes and burdens of my subjects will be on my shoulders. My role in life is to serve my subjects with poise and dignity. However, I realize that I can not do this alone. This is why my father: King Maxon, second of his name, has called upon the time honored tradition of the selection. One subject from each province will be chosen to be our guests at the palace and spend some time with me so that I might get to know you better. That I may find someone that may fill the role of husband, wife, or spouse. Someone who can rule alongside me and enjoy life with me. Selection forms will be sent across the country in the days to come and I wish the best of luck to you all."
King Maxon was watching his daughter's address to the nation along with the prime minister of Illèa: Tybalt Tyler. Once the broadcast was over, the king turned to the prime minister.
"What do you think?" Maxon asked.
"I think that went quite well, your daughter clearly has a gift for talking to commoners." Tybalt answered.
"That is true." Maxon replied as he smoke on his cigar. "She's able to bring out the best in those peasants." Tyler cleared his throat as he turned to face his king.
"I have news about the return of powers bill you asked Congressman Dilbeck to introduce." He stated.
"When will the vote happen?"
"It won't, it was killed before it even went up for a vote." Maxon slammed his fist down.
"What is wrong with you? The Conservative party holds half the seats in the King's Congresss!" He snapped.
"Your majesty, I'm afraid we must accept that autocracy has passed us by. The Conservative party could hold all 35 seats in the King's Congress and it still would not pass."
"I refuse to believe that, you said that the Conservative party would always be behind me."
"Many of us are and I want you to rule for as long as possible, but as your prime minister, I cannot help you if you will not listen!" Prime Minister Tyler exclaimed. "You want too much too fast, the people do not want the sovereign to have unlimited power. Maybe back in the days of the caste system, you could have gotten away with it."
"Abolishing the caste system was the biggest mistake made under the Schreave's watch." King Maxon declared.
"Even so, this Selection is vital to us." Mr. Tyler explained. "It will distract the people while I try to bring the party back into line before your decrees split us down the middle."
"It's your job to unite the right wing of Illèan politics behind me so do it...you are dismissed." Maxon growled as the prime minister moved to leave.
"I sincerely hope that your majesty does not think about trying to dissolve the King's Congress again. Everyone has made it clear that they won't submit to it this time. Conservatives, Liberals, Socialists, it is the one thing they all agree on." After Tyler had left, the King called for his personal secretary. A few minutes later, Benvolio Jackson entered the room.
"Your majesty." He said with a bow of his head.
"Is it ready?" King Maxon inquired.
"The selection forms are being distributed throughout the provinces as requested. The provincial governors will screen the best candidates and deliver them to us for final approval." Benvolio reported.
"And the selected from Angeles?"
"His father is agreeable, he will be brought to the palace tomorrow for an audience with your majesty."
"Good...if the commoners want a selection, I'll give it to them." The king said with a smirk.
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