I DO NOT OWN THE SELECTION SERIES. SHOUTOUT TO EVERYONE WHO HAS OFFERED ME MUCH NEEDED SUPPORT, IT MEANS MUCH MORE THAN YOU KNOW. THIS STORY IS ONE THAT I WAS INSPIRED TO WRITE. THIS STORY IS A STANDALONE FROM MY PERVIOUS STORIES AND THE CASTE SYSTEM DOES EXIST THIS TIME AROUND.

Sacramento General Hospital. Sacramento, Province of Angeles.

King Maxon III sat outside the gynecologist's office, his nerves on edge. He had never been a fan of doctors in general. The risk was always that you went to take care of 1 thing, only to discover a bigger problem that you might have even know you had. That's why he would always try to put off such visits for as long as he possibly could. The excuse that Maxon had important government duties to attend to would work well at first, but eventually, he would be forced to make an appointment and stick to it.

However, this day's medical checkup was not for him. He looked over at his wife who gave him an anxious smile. Queen Aspenia tried to be strong for her husband, but the truth was that she was just as nervous as he, if not more so. It had been almost 2 decades since they had been married after Maxon's selection and despite making love as often as they could, they had yet to bare a healthy living child. Clearly something was wrong, but they were unsure about what that something actually was. King Maxon had been tested by the royal physician and it revealed he was not incapable of siring children. That left it down to Aspenia. No one wanted to say it out loud, but the only explanation was that there was something wrong with her. Hence, an appointment with a gynecologist of National renound had been booked.

After what seemed like an eternity, a nurse finally came out to the waiting room which had been cleared for the royal couple.

"Your Majesty, your royal highness, Dr. Pilate will see you now." The nurse announced before she curtsied and walked away. The King and queen locked hands as they slowly walked into the Officer where Dr. Moses Pilate, a middle aged dark skinned man was waiting for them.

"Your majesty...your royal highness..." the gynecologist said with a bow of his head as the King of Illèa closed the door before sitting down next to his wife across from the man who potentially held the fate of their dynasty in his hands.

"We've ran all the necessary tests on her majesty and unfortunately, we have found that her egg count is low, far too low." Dr. Pilate explained with weariness in his voice. Maxon and Aspenia's hearts sank at the exact same time.

"Just...tell us what that means." Aspenia insisted as she tried to keep composed.

"It means that you are for all intents and purposes, barren; your royal highness." He replied with a grave voice. "The odds of you getting pregnant are slim to none."

"What about IVF, could we try that?" Maxon inquired desperately.

"Based on her genetic makeup, I don't believe that she would respond well to In vitro fertilization. I am truly sorry, but the Queen can not bear children." Dr. Pilate explained as Maxon felt as though he had been punched squarely in the gut. His true love was barren and the future of the nation was at risk.

Schreave Palace. Sacramento, Province of Angeles. Later that day.

Prime Minister Joshua Iscariot quickly made his way through the royal palace. When he arrived at the royal study, he found King Maxon III and Queen Aspenia both looking the worse for wear.

"Your majesty, your royal highness...Did you get the results back from the gynecologist?" The prime minister asked as he closed the door.

"Yes...it would appear that the Queen is barren...and IVF is not an option for her." The King of Illèa said as he struggled to contain himself.

"Oh my God..." Mr. Iscariot said in disbelief as he plopped down into a chair. "This means that the royal blood line is assailable. Without a true born heir or heiress...the Schreave dynasty will end and the monarchy might follow."

"You think I don't know that?" Maxon asked angrily as his wife quickly took his hand.

"Could we possibly...adopt a child?" Aspenia offered as Joshua giver her a look of horror.

"With all due respect, your royal highness...what you suggest is Ludacris!" Joshua declared in shock. "If you give the people an heir or heiress that has neither yours or his majesty's blood, it's legitimacy and right to the crown will forever be questioned. It would invite every power hungry maniac with the money and the manpower to make a play for the throne. We would be talking civil war without end!"

"What do you suggest we do then?" The Queen asked angrily. The prime minister through for what seemed like an hour until an idea finally popped into his head.

"Your majesty...what if you were...to take a mistress?" Prime minister Iscariot offered as the royal couple looked at him in pure disbelief.

"A mistress, are you for real?" The King asked in shock.

"You would not be the first King to take a mistress and you certainly would not be the last." The Prime minister answered back.

"So what, am I just supposed to pick some random bitch for a 1 night stand?" Maxon asked angrily.

"No, the people wouldn't allow it...what you need is to host a selection. You have to make it public and pick a beautiful, respectable, and fertile woman to bear you a child that will succeed you to the Illèan throne." Iscariot replied with a small smile.

"How can you ask me to take another woman into my bed, to cheat on my queen?" The king asked angrily.

"Come on, your majesty, it ain't like you have to love her. All you need is 1 healthy child, possibly 2 to have a safety net. You would only be taking her to bed for procreation, it's not like you're actually having an affair." Joshua insisted as Maxon was livid at the thought.

"Maxon...he's right." Aspenia replied as she wrapped her arms around her husband, tears streaming down her face. "The country needs an heir or heiress, this is our only shot."

"Babe...I can't take another woman into my bed!" He exclaimed as she kissed him deeply on the lips.

"You have to." She whispered as she rush out of the office, leaving the King with his prime minister.

"Is there no other way?" King Maxon asked with hope.

"I'm afraid not, your majesty. You have a duty to secure the Schreave Bloodline." Prime minister Iscariot replied solemnly as Maxon turned away from him.

"Set it up...make the necessary preparations..." he whispered in pain.

"Your majesty." Joshua said as he bowed before leaving to arrange the first ever mistress selection.

THE FIRST EVER SELECTION FOR A ROYAL MISTRESS IS BEING HELD. THE FORM FOR AN OC IS ON MY PROFILE. THE DEADLINE WILL BE JANUARY 16 OR ONCE I HIT 10 OC'S; WHICHEVER COEMS FIRST. I HOPE THAT YOU WILL SUBMIT A CHARACTER AND AS ALWAYS, REVIEWS NEEDED AND APPRECIATED