Hi, hello, so here is a preview into the life of Prince Tristan! Enjoy!

~Alison

Tristan POV:

I stare at the pile of 35 folders stacked on my desk. It took me all of several days to look through everything, and now there are 35 files, with 35 pictures of smiling girls inside. Just the thought makes me nervous. What if they don't like me? What if I don't like them? It would be horrible to have to spend the rest of my life with someone I didn't truly love. Dad keeps telling me he felt the exact same way, but I doubt he was THIS nervous.

I stand, deciding that since all my work is done I have earned a walk through the gardens. I savor these last few moments of aloneness, with nothing to do, nowhere to be, and no Selected hanging on my every word. I hope at least one of them has the sense to realize I am nothing like I am on television; I am far from perfect. I want someone I can be my flawed, awkward self around.

Each time I pass the second floor, my stomach churns as I watch maids scurry in and out of the rooms, preparing them for the 35 Selected that will soon be occupying them. In a few hours, the Report will start, and Gavril will announce the Selected while I pretend to be surprised, happy, or whatever the public reacts best to. Tomorrow, they all arrive. I am just glad I don't have to meet them on the first day. I don't even have to see them until dinner. What a relief.

"Prince Tristan!" Someone calls. I turn towards the voice, and internally frown as I see it is one of my advisors.

"Yes?" I holler back reluctantly.

"Your father wants to see you in his office! He says it is important!" I nod, walking back. He will just be saying the same thing he has been saying all week; that I shouldn't be nervous, I will be fine, blah blah blah.

I walk quickly, and am soon outside the door to his office. I knock three times, and on the third knock, my mother opens the door. Dad is straightening his tie in the mirror, and he smiles as he sees me.

"Son, how are you today?" I shake my head.

"Still nervous." I admit. I feel a familiar and calming touch on my shoulder as mom steps into view. Her hair is tumbling over one shoulder, and her eyes soften as she looks from my father to me.

"Don't be. I'm sure everything will turn out fine." The words soothe me, but not for long.

"I can still recall the day I met your mother." Dad grins widely at the thought as mom smacks him on the arm.

"Maxon Schreave, that is not funny!" She exclaims, although a hint of a smile plays at her lips.

"Ah, but it is, America Schreave." He kisses mom on the cheek, and I clear my throat to let them know I am still here. "As your mother told you, I am sure everything will be fine."

"Your majesties?" A head pops in from the doorway; Gavril Fadaye.

"Gavril, its so good to see you!" Mom exclaims, smiling.

"And you, your majesty. I just wanted to let you know its almost time; we have ten minutes until the Report." I gulp, and butterflies flutter in my stomach. The Report is in ten minutes. Just the thought that my future wife is among the pictures on the screen makes my palms sweaty. Not to mention the fact that I have to find her, not send her away, get to know her, avoid rebels…AND ALL ON MY OWN!

"Just give us a minute." Father replies. Gavril shuts the door quietly, and dad whips out a rectangular box. "I thought you could use a good luck present." I smile a bit as he gives it to me. Opening it, I find a new watch with my initials inscribed: T.S.

"Thank you, dad!" I exclaim, putting it on immediately.

"To make sure you are never late." Is dad's joking reply as he exits with my mother on his arm. I hope I can be like them; still in love after 20 years and thousands of rebel attacks. Checking the time to make sure it is correct, I follow them out the door and to my future, broadcasted across the whole country.

Sooo…what did you think? Once again, feel free to review with characters, and give me ideas for chapters before the girls arrive, PLEEEEASE! Thank you all!

~Alison