Okay just to make the story go smother the caste system is still here. Enjoy the story anad pleasegive suggestions for ideas, titles, and if you have any questions PM me, Thanks!

3rd person

Prince Mason was doing his regular thing, helping his father with taxes and wars, having pep talks with his mom, and playing with his little sister, Gisele. But during all of this Mason was not as focused, he seemed to space out, and always had a look of worry on his face. It was the time of his life when Prince Mason had the annual Selection. He was being bothered left and right about the girls, pampered even more by his maids, and the castle was full of excitement.

"Masssooonnn!" I heard my little sister yell. I turned to the 16 year old, drama loving girl and saw her at my bedroom door.

"What do you want El," Mason said very annoyed. He was thinking about the Selection and how everyone was so excited. Nobody has ever seen the palace so alive.

"Mason!" El said sternly, "I have been saying your name for the mast 3 minutes and you are not going to go back into your "dream" mode," El said with sarcasm dripping from every word. "Mom wanted me to talk to you about the selection. She said you shouldn't be nervous because it's not like you can just stop being the prince. Actually i don't even want to know why you're nervous, don't forget they are the ones that are fighting to be the princess."

Mason stared at his sister wondering why she wasn't the one who had 35 people all fighting over her."Gisele Schreave, how would you feel if 35 people were fighting over y-"

"Actually Mason," Gisele cut in," I would feel honored to have that many people fighting for me. Anyway mom wants to talk to you, I'll be in my room I don't feel good." Gisele fixed her posture and whipped out her ice blue fan that matched her h-neckline, mini dress that stopped at her knees. The ice blue dress had snow flakes on it that shimmered when she turned. As she walked her posture got straighter and straighter and she looked like anything but stiff.

Maxon decided not to see his mom and instead go to the lake in the gardens. It was his favorite spot, he heard drops of water fall from the waterfall slightly hitting the prince. His honey brown hair contrasted with his dark blue suit. People said the prince looked exactly like his father did, while his sister was a mix of the two. As Mason listened to the waterfall he slowly drifted off, his head hit the bench as his breathing got heavier from the stress he was having.

Okay i know this isnt my best work but there will be like 4 chapters expressing all the royals perspective on the Selection. Hope you like it and read on. -Elle