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Clary POV

The Prince had started out by introducing himself to us, which frankly I thought was unnecessary, I mean we all want to marry him so why wouldn't we know who he is.

But I didn't mind that he introduced himself to us one by one. When he got to the girl next to me, which happened to be Maia, my heart fluttered.

Why am I reacting this way anyway. I don't understand!

Just yesterday I wanted nothing to do with him and now I may want to marry him. Oh god.

He's right in front of me.

PRINCE JONATHON POV

Today is the day. It's the day I meet all of the girls chosen for the Selection. I meet my potential wife.

I internally sigh as I see them all. When did my life get this hard.

Alright man, suck it up, these girls are probably all very nice.

And then I spot the first one, her eyes glinting as she smiles at me. Ok maybe they're not all nice.

I took my time as I went down the line.

The first girls name was Julia. She seemed nice enough, but there was nothing about her that pulled me towards her.

And it didn't change as I went down the line, they all seemed to be fully interested in me… but so far I didn't want any of them.

I had argued for days with my parents begging them if I could just rule the country on my own. But of course they had refused, they said it would look improper.

So now here I am talking to basically strangers and trying to figure out if I could love any of them.

It seems like ages but I finally reach the end of the line.

And then it does change.

The girl in front of me looks a lot different than the others. More simple of natural. It suited her.

She hadn't said anything since I had walked up to her so I started to speak with her.

"Did the stylists do much with you," I ask. Crap.

That was so stupid of me, I'm practically screaming that I don't think she looks pretty.

Her cheeks redden and her eyes flash at me. She does not look happy. At all.

"I'm sorry I meant-" I start but she cuts me off.

"I know what you meant," she says angrily. "You meant to ask why the stylist didn't cake my face in makeup to make me look more desirable. Well thats because I didn't want to change myself to please the Prince," She spat the word as if it was poison.

"And if you've got a problem with that you send me home right now." She finishes.

Sheesh, are all redheads this feisty. I kind of like it.

"Please excuse me, I meant no offense, you look different from the other girls. More refreshing,".

"Oh," she says looking flustered. "Sorry I got so angry then," she says looking embarrassed.

"It's alright, I apologize for being so improper, I am Jonathon, it's lovely to meet you," I say to her.

Her head tilts to the side in confusion.

"I'm sure that's not the case. But none the less I am glad to meet you as well. I don't think television does you much justice," she says mater of factly.

And then her eyes widen and she blushes tremendously.

"Thank you very much for your compliment," I laugh.

Meeting her isn't as bad as the others.

"Yeah," she says awkwardly. "I don't have a filter, that kind of just slipped out," she finishes.

"I don't mind that, as I said it's refreshing, not having to hear 'I'm so excited to meet you' or 'Your Crown is beautiful'," I say to her. Was that too much?

Apparently not for she laughed. And then her eyes drifted to my Crown as is just noticing it.

"I think it covers your hair too much, and isn't it heavy?" She asks.

"I don't feel it much nowadays, I've gotten quite used to it," I said to her.

"It's slanted," she frowns. "Do you mind if I…" she trails off.

"Not at all, my father would have a fit if he saw it," I say to her. Though I am a little nervous as her arms reach up and she goes on her tip toes to reach me, would she take it and run away with it, or-

My thought are interrupted as her fingers comb through my scalp fixing my hair before lifting my Crown and positioning it on my head. She smooths down what I can assume is hair sticking up from the back.

Her breathe cool and sweet washes over my neck, and it all feels amazing.

"There," she says as she comes back down to her normal height, which is relatively short.

"Is that better," I ask my voice coming out embarrassingly gruff. What was she doing to me.

"I think it made you look adorable, but like you said, The King would throw a fit if he saw it," she says looking amused.

I open my mouth to thank her but she speaks before I can.

"Excuse me, I haven't introduced myself to you yet,"she says.

Right, I don't even know her name yet, God I'm terrible at socializing. How am I going to run a Kingdom!

"Oh, terribly sorry I should've asked-"

"It's fine, it was probably my fault, it must have thrown you off course when I said that t.v doesn't do you justice," she smiles.

Her entire face lights up when she smiles, I wonder if she does it often.

"Anyways my name is Clarrisa Morgenstern, but my friends and family call me Clary," she says.

"Well, Clary as you know, my name is Jonathon, my friends and family call me Jonathon," I tell her.

"They don't call you anything else? That seems scary, anytime my parents call me Clarrisa I'm either in trouble or someone died," she tries to joke.

"Well that is very much the case for me," I say. And all the amusement leaves her face. Now she looks like she did something wrong.

I didn't mean to ale her feel bad.

"I suppose my parents never got around to making me a nickname, maybe you could make one for me," I say hoping to make her smile.

"Ok, I'll work on one tonight," she says with the smile I was looking for.

And then Amatis comes to take all of the girls on the tour of the Palace and she has to go.

"I'll see you another time, Clary?" I ask her.

"Yes," she answers. "Until then Prince Jonathon".

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Clary POV

Talking with the Prince was…different.

He didn't seem as alien as I thought he would be, all my life I thought that he was just some stuck up One. Too high and mighty to acknowledge his own people.

But after speaking with him I feel like I was definitely wrong about all that.

I tried my hardest not to bombard him with questions.

Like what his favorite color was. Or if he slept with socks on. Or if was ready for a wife.

All of this went through my mind the entire tour and I missed everything our guide was saying. Ugh it would be hell to find my way around here. The Palace's winding halls and towering staircases made it a labyrinth.

Hopefully I could make my way through it over time.

Dinner was definitely something though. It was hard to to stuff myself as soon I saw the huge table of food.

Platters of whole turkey, pork, chicken, and steaks adorned the table. Bowls of pudding and turntables of Turkish delight fluttered with the light from the diamond chandelier above us.

Surely this is what heaven looked like. Or smelled like.

Each seat had a name card for every girl, I unfortunately was seated next to Kaelie, and it seemed as though her like had already spread to the group of girl sitting closest to her. Their stares seemed to pierce right through my soul.

But my thoughts on whether or not Kaelie had told all of the girls here that I was sleeping with people to get higher in the competition or not quickly changed to the platter holding the whole Salmon in front of me.

It's skin shine due to pads of melting butter and it practically screamed eat me.

I was so in awe of all the food that I had failed to notice the Prince taking his seat next to the King and Queen.

But it was just in time for me to stand with all of the other girls and crusty in front of the Royal Family.

"You may be seated," the King said. And so we sat.

There were waitresses walking around the huge dining table and offering what was served that night.

My eyes were eager, and I said yes to almost everything.

Sadly Kaelie seemed to notice that.

"So Clary, I'm sure seeing all of this food had gotten you excited, your plate seems to be having a field day," she mocked me.

My cheeks had colored considerably.

"You must not get a lot of food at home, right?" She feigned sympathy.

"That's quite enough about talk of starving," the King said and Kaelie practically shrunk in her own skin.

"It's been a lovely evening hasn't it," the Prince says trying to ease some of the tension.

We all wordlessly nod and I go back to staring at my plate, my appetite suddenly gone.

And now I stand on the balcony looking out onto the luscious garden beneath me, and wishing that I had eaten something earlier.

Ugh... why.

I want to get out of here, I lean forward hoping that ill suddenly be transported into the garden below-

And suddenly I was falling, but it was over before I could even scream.

I landed with an thud on the grassy ground on of the garden and I let loose a groan of pain.

But my pain was short lived as I a pair of feet appeared in my vision, and a shadow loomed above me.