Nevaeh wasn't the worst queen that Illéa had been gifted with, but she most certainly wasn't the best. From a young age, she had learnt all the names of all the historical men and women of not only Illéa but the rest of the world. Being a princess was demanding, but with the pressure of being a queen she was ready to crack. She grumbled as she left her shared room with Shai as her mind repeated everything she had to do. She hated the list that Soraya had made for her, even as the Queen of Illéa she didn't get the overall day on anything. Nevaeh would do anything to turn back time and just fix everything. Her mind used to be plagued with the thoughts of tiaras and princes, but that wasn't what a queen did. There was so much more to it and The Selection was a complete waste of time, the elimination was the only thing that Nevaeh would be able to do with ease.

While Nevaeh couldn't necessarily remember the Canadian Princess she was cursing her and her fiancé, Wesley, for deciding now would be the perfect time to make an appearance. Though, she couldn't find it in herself to blame Princess Emberly, but her heart fell to her stomach as she remembered her own mothers death and how Emberly was only visiting because the same had happened to her.

Swallowing, the young queen walked down the hallway, her eyes trying to focus on something. They glassed over, and she willed herself to stare at the painting. The vibrant colours stared down on her. 'Late Queen Valencia' it read, and Nevaeh turned around and continued walking.

In the midst of her inner battle, a ray of clarity shone through. Her thoughts were yanked from her head as she walked into something, sending her sprawling onto the floor. Letting a groan slip her lips as she collided with the marble, she cursed under her breath. Looking up, she scowled at the figure in front of her.

Keir Ruben Grubbs, she recognised. Keir had dark coloured skin along with a sort of square face. His hair was short and his lips were thick. He was dressed in a pastel shirt along with some jeans.

"Sorry, Your Majesty," he called.

"You live in Bronx," she stated, ignoring his apology. It was out of the blue and Keir's face shifted to shock at the sudden shift in tone, but then smiled at her.

"I see that the Bronx reputation lives in the castle, too."

At the word 'castle' she frowned. Castles made this all sound like a fantasy land, a land where everything would be okay with a flick of a wand. One where disasters didn't occur as often, one where murder didn't happen. Besides this wasn't even a castle.

"Hey, I'm sorry," he apologised again seeing the frown on her face. "I could always take you to get a coffee to make up for it, do you want to go?"

"If we're going to go on a date, I at least want to know something about you."

"Well, I wasn't going to call it a date, but if you insist," he joked, but then sobered up when beginning to talk about his job, though it didn't seem like work to him, it was fun. "I'm a break dancer and part of a group called OUTKAST, I could tell you about it on our 'date'."

"You're not going to let that go, will you?" she huffed, her annoyance shining through obnoxiously.

"I'm not complaining," he lifted his arms in defence. Nevaeh rolled her eyes as he jokingly flexed his muscles in attempt to get a reaction from her.

"Let's go to the kitchens, we could get the cook to make us something."

"I don't know how to do it," Isaiah complained. For once, his optimism wasn't showing as he stood with a crestfallen image on his face. His brows knitted together in frustration at not being able to do a simple task.

The Weather Twins, Isaiah's butlers, stood in their identical uniforms, though the duo held a twinge of mischief as their fifteen year old selves shone through. The Twins were the youngest workers at the palace, and were also the most troublesome. As young orphans, they had no where to go and when Isaiah heard about their situation he had to do something.

"Sure you can! Just impress her with your oh so incredible flirting," Sea, one of the twins, encouraged.

"I don't think that-"

"Come on, 'Saiah! Ask her out!" Ocean joined in, both of the twins taking this as an opportunity to prank Isaiah. Two fifteen year olds weren't exactly compliant, and Soraya had made her hatred of the twins evident.

"Yeah, and don't forget to compliment her mermaid hair."

"Oh, and ask whether she feels she should ever dye her hair, wrong Disney princess and all."

"Make sure you tell her you loved her in Sleeping Beauty!"

The Weather Twins threw 'tips' at Isaiah, ones the gullible prince would surely listen to.

"Now, go! Ask her out!" one of the twins shouted. Isaiah, to overwhelmed by their 'help', couldn't distinguish who, as he numbly nodded and left.

Aurora, they were hinting at asking Aurora on a date. Who else would they refer to as Sleeping Beauty? He thought

Keir took a sip of his coffee, as Nevaeh pulled at face at his order. He had a black coffee with no cream or sugar while she ordered a simple hot chocolate.

"So, can you tell me more about your dancing?" she asked, trying to get the conversation flowing.

He smiled fondly, "I started a group called OUTKAST, my sister, Akilah, is my right hand dancer. I like to think we dance very well together."

Nevaeh listened and she perked up when he mentioned having a sister, "You have a sister?"

Not that Isaiah was bad or anything, but she would much rather has a girl as her twin. Sisterly bonding was always her excuse when Isaiah frowned at the revelation.

"Yeah," he smiled at thought of his family. "All my family—well, most of my family—are dancers and we all sort of have that in common. I'm the oldest, but Akilah's a year younger. She's one of my best friend, it's like you and Shailene in a way."

Nevaeh nodded, Shai and her were really close, and while she could get on her nerves they loved each other.

"After Akilah, there's Jaylen. He's kind of the rebel of the family. After him, there's Tia. She's a rising star, and despite being only fourteen she's played major roles," he boasted. His family were everything to him, and they were great so he did get bragging rights.

She smiled, she could tell how much love he held for his siblings.

"Lastly, there's the twins Brianna and Kimani. They're little adorable ballerinas. We bake together sometimes, and their smiles light up and it's just everything," he then switched back to the talk of the selection. "I guess the only downside to being in this selection is I don't get to see them."

"You have the queen in your company, don't complain. Besides, if you get to the Elite you get to see them too," she winked before getting up and he did the same. "We should go now."

He kissed her cheek, "Thank you for the 'date', Your Majesty."

To his surprise, Nevaeh let out a laugh, "Bye, Keir."