Disclaimer I do not own any rights of the selection characters, all rights to Kiera Cass!

I look out across the distance of Angeles, breathtaking yet so mysterious with crashing waves below and the air is so soft it as though a whisper. I smile in delight as I capture the image into my memories, of the time before the Selection. The time I was not a bachelor or having my attention diverted to every single girl, having their fate inside my hands. I grimace and walk away from the scene, and direct myself into the Palace.

I don't know how my Father did this. The Selection.

When I walk past his office I hear his strong voice,

"Jack, will you come in here?"

I obey and walk into his cluttered office,

"What did I do this time?" I say as a joke while I make my way to the chair in front of his desk.

"Nothing at the moment, but I wasn't worrying about that. Anyways, your Mother and I are planning to teach you in the next few days on how you will behave, what you will do, and how to be proper during the Selection." He says repositioning his reading glasses.

"Okay… is my behavior really that bad that I need some counsel from my parents?" I ask.

He locks eyes with me, "You're joking."

Then I reinforce, "Okay, maybe I've had a few things that went wrong, but that's normal."

"Just a few things?"

"Okay, maybe more than enough times, I swear I didn't mean to light the Duchess's hair on fire, I was doing her hair a favor." I say defending myself.

"I rest my case, see you tomorrow, son." He says and dismisses me.

I walk out of the room, defeated. I will be spending my last Selection-free days with my Parents, yay.

To be honest my Mother is more interested in her Make-up supply than me. During my growing up years my Mother was barley around, she was always at photo shoots or eating dinners at different Royal Branches

My Father and I had a close bond; in all honesty he never truly loved my Mother. I could tell by the resigned look in his eyes when he always saw my Mother walking around the Palace just to get her stuff to leave again.

I remember fights, yeah they were expected because a marriage already ready for failure was happening. I remember my Father always being the gentle one in the situation, and after their fights he would always hold me and tell me he was sorry for yelling at Mommy.

That's why I am extra nervous about the Selection; I do not want to pick someone cold hearted. I want someone to love me for who I am and not for my money or the crown. I think my Father had someone else in mind when he was in the Selection, I saw a picture in his office desk drawer, when I was small, it showed a cute fiery red-head with a gorgeous smile, and she was pale and her eyes popped out beautifully. She looked as though she was surprised for the picture, she was in her robe and she looked as though she had gotten out of bed, but it never downgraded her beauty.

I asked my Father who she was, but he just brushed me out of his office, and to never tell my Mother. I agreed because I never really liked her enough to actually have a conversation with her, so that wouldn't be a problem. I want someone like her, that mysterious girl that had my Father all flustered about.

I chuckle to myself and as I walk to my bedroom to go to bed.

Thank you so much for the Reviews! You guys are truly too kind, I loved them all. Very encouraging! Okay so did you like it yes or no? I tried to incorporate the picture of the one he took of her with his camera when he got back from New Asia and she saw him in the Garden.

Okay I think I want to do the Selection deal so…

Here's the format:

Name:

Age:

Caste:

Province/the place you live:

Appearance:

Personality:

History:

Family life:

Why you entered:

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I hope you will do this! I need them :D

Love you guys so much keep the motivation up! :D