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Chapter 1

I run down the hall, past the stone-faced guards who won't laugh no matter what you do in front of them. I almost trip, but save myself at the last moment. Correction: they laugh if they see the princess and soon-to-be queen almost fall on her face. I lift my skirt to avoid another fiasco and make my way to the grand room. My mom hates it when I'm late to The Report. Especially today, when I'm supposed to choose the 35 boys who will take part in the selection.

Who needs actual dating like a normal person when you can have your love life recorded and showed to the whole country? Of course, everyone expects me to make the perfect choice, the country's favorite or the guy who would make the best king. It really doesn't matter how much I like him.

I barge into the room, leaving the hem of my peach-colored gown on the ground. Despite what everyone thinks, I love wearing dresses. Especially this one, with the cascading train and the beautiful cap sleeves. It's not hard for me to feel regal and graceful in this dress, even if I do occasionally fall on my face.

My brother comes down from the seat (more throne-looking if you ask me) and offers me a hand to help me get up. I take it with a smile and he pulls me up. He's only a few minutes younger than me, and there are times when I wish he were the one who was going through the selection.

Oh, how funny it would be to see a bunch of girls fighting over my awkward little brother. With his messy red hair and tall, lanky body, he's almost as clumsy as our two year-old sister. I couldn't imagine any girl fawning over him, or him having to decide between 35 of them who were convinced that they loved him.

"Amberly, where were you for heavens sake?" asks my mom, holding little Marlee (who is named after my mom's best friend) in her lap. Marlee smiles at me with her little tiny teeth and I come over and squat down to play with her. She takes one of my fingers and starts tugging on it.

"I was practicing and I didn't see the time go by. You should get a clock in the studio so I'm not late so often," I suggest, giving her a little smirk. She rolls her eyes and my dad leans over to kiss my head before taking a seat next to her. I don't notice Marlee released my finger until she has a strand of my strawberry blonde hair in her fist and is pulling it with all of two-year old might. I carefully pull my hair out of her little hand, and lean out of her reach when she grabs for it again.

I don't have very much time to play with her before The Report begins. So my mom shoos me away to my seat next to my brother and I sit quietly before the host, Samuel opens the show. If he weren't like ten years older than me, I would totally be on that. He has a jawline that can cut stone, high cheekbones, light dirty-blonde hair and piercing hazel eyes. He's probably the reason that The Report has become so popular among teenage girls lately.

Tonight I can't seem to focus on anything he's saying, I'm too busy running my speech through in my head. I've presented hundreds of speeches before, but they never cease to make me nervous. I'm not as good with words as my dad is, but if anyone would ever want me to come on and dance, I would be perfectly fine.

Let's just say that dancing is my words.

When he gestures at me I immediately put my game face on and smile. "Princess Amberly. Is there anything you would like to say?" he asks. God, he is gorgeous.

Focus Amberly!

I smile and start into my speech. My words and gestures have all been practiced carefully.

"I am so excited for this selection. I want to thank every young man out there who has put themselves out there. I wish I could meet all of you, but, unfortunately, I'll have to settle for only 35 of you. I want to thank the country for giving up 35 of your most eligible and hard-working bachelors and letting them come and stay with me. I can assure you that they will all be treated like royalty while they're here," I smile and gesture to Samuel. "I would like to welcome the following 35 young men to the selection."

The names start coming at me quickly.

Liam Wallace. He's cute enough. Short brown hair, brown eyes

Parker Gray. Long blonde hair blue eyes. All-American. Or should I say All-Illéan.

Ryder Greening. He's almost too handsome, with his short sandy hair and sparkling green eyes.

Grayson Archer. Not like any of the others. Kind of nerdy. Glasses that are hiding beautiful blue eyes. Super messy black hair.

Jason Stranwood. Almost white hair. Hazel eyes. A very unusual combination.

Alec Dalton. Black, curly hair and blue eyes. He looks uncomfortable in his picture.

Kaidan Romley. Brown hair that falls past his chin, grey eyes and a super mischievous smirk.

Mason Young. Shaggy red hair that falls over his blue eyes. An over confident smile.

The others are a blur, but when I get their files tomorrow I'll look over them carefully. By the time they arrive I'll know them all by name. I can't believe I can only remember eight out of 35 boys. I guess they're the ones who just popped in their pictures. I had thought that maybe each of their faces would be burned in my memory, wishful thinking on my part.

I smile graciously and thank all of the participants again before the cameras shut off. I immediately slump in my chair. They'll be here in a week. A WEEK! I don't know if I'm excited or nervous.

My mom gives Marlee to my dad who starts cooing and baby talking her. She comes to stand next to the throne/chair and pats my shoulder. "I'll be here if you need anything. By anything I mean anything at all." With a kiss on the cheek, she leaves with my dad to their room.

I look over to Shalom. "Any of them stand out to you?"

He shakes his head vigorously. "Why would you think that?"

I shrug a little and stand up. "I was just wondering, don't be so uptight." That was a strange reaction.

When I finally get into my room, I collapse on the bed.

What have I gotten myself into?

A/N: I can't believe it. It's happening. I'm not kidding you when I say my friend and I came up with this at 3 in the morning one night at a sleepover while everyone was asleep. Things are coming together and I love the review you left and I hope you like it! Please keep reading it, it'll get better and better. If your a fan of Percy Jackson, make sure to try my other fanfics, one of them written with the same friend that's writing this. Please keep reviewing, we love them!