A/N: OMG LOOK WHO CAME BACK FROM THE DEAD! I'M SO SORRRRY~ I'VE HAD A LOT OF EXCUSES BUT NEGLECTING THIS STORY FOR THEM IS JUST STUPID. A LOT OF PEOPLE PROBABLY HATE ME RIGHT NOW LOL. NOT UPDATING FOR 2 WEEKS STRAIGHT...

I also got caught up on EXO's comeback to it's all my fault T^T I'm so sorrrryyy my dear readers~ I will try to update once a day or every other day. (Here I go again omg) I have an upcoming seminar next week T^T for journalism and stuff and it might take 2-3 days of training? I'm not sure so I decided to visit and update as much as possible... THANK YOU FOR UNDERSTANDING! YOU WILL ALWAYS BE THE BEST READERS AND SUPPORTERS IN THIS WORLD~ also I'm going to edit out some of the chapters thanks to Someone The World Forgot~ Go check her out ^-^

ANYWAYS, LET'S GO~

Dinner was as awkward as hell.

First of all, the table was too long. I thought I've been used to it because of the Selection, but now nine people eating in a table built for about 40 is just ridiculous.

Next was the attire. While I was just sitting on my bed, reading nonchalantly, some maids bursted into my room with a rack of dresses. Then I found out the other four were trying to be forced into them as well. I gave them all one firm look, and firmly said 'No' to get them to stop. We were soldiers. We had uniforms, why shouldn't we wear that?

Then came the media. God, they've heard about our arrival and were now roaming the palace with big cameras and stuff. Goddamit, they were hella annoying, asking stuff that weren't supposed to be asked, We were guests in the palace, not another one of those sources for saucy, disappointing news no one cares about. Seriously, who puts up a 50 page spread on 'The new queen learning how to play crochet' I mean what the fuck. Write something about politics or the war, something news worthy. What shit do I give about crochet?

Now, I'm sitting beside Kriss.

She was the same. Friendly, cutesy, shy, quiet type. It made me want to barf. She was a good woman, someone with ambitions the same as mine. Seh didn't want to exactly end the castes like me, but she wanted to promote education. Whenever she talked about her project while I was still competing, my heart always swelled and I always told myself, if I didn't win, all I have to do is hope that Kriss will.

But now she was... irritating, clingy to Maxon, followed him wherever he went. Whenever King Clarkson would open up a discussion, whatever Maxon said, she'd just say 'Yes I agree' or 'Of course we should'

Queen Amberly (okay, is the frikin spelling right? I dunno anymore XD I need help so bad~ please cutiesss .) decided to divert the conversation unto us.

Toni started first, telling the story of his childhood in Spain and how he got shipped to Creta by his parents, not knowing he would apply to become a soldier. All he knew was they didn't like him and favored his older siblings more. But he doesn't regret it though...

Marcus and Jaydyn shared that they always wanted to become soldiers since they were 10. They admired the Cretans coming back from missions in helicopters waving at them from below, indicating it was a success.

Portia told us that her father is now retired from his service and he was a BETA. Her father wanted a boy to continue the legacy, so he was not sure about Portia at first, but now that she was a certified ALPHA, her family had never been proud.

All eyes directly went over me.

Kriss was the first one to talk, "What about you General?"

I met their eyes and calmly said, "I'm not comfortable in publicizing myself"

"It's just us," she said.

I lost it, I snorted. Rude, I know, but this future queen has to open up her mind, "Yeah, you and like a hundred of writers of cameras. I can't see the wall because of them. They're probably thinking about a headline right now. 'Soldiers share the dinner table with the royal family' front page, all over magazines. What about the news about the attacks? Projects? The castes? New Asia? Something that really matters?"

I was about to fully loose my shit, then this guy started to mouth every word I said while writing it in a small notepad. I couldn't take it anymore.

"Seriously? We came here in an agreement to protect the newly weds, not to be some stupid news topic. Oh you're probably writing down titles now? 'General throws bitch fit in dinner. Royal family shocked.' or maybe 'General Titania threatens news writers who dare cover their visit.' Goddammit, drop the pen and the notepad."

He stared at me but then he didn't stop writing.

That's it. I'm so done. "OKAY FINE. If that's how we're gonna do it? You wanna know things about me? As I child I was hated, I was beaten up, thrown into a sack and then set to die from drowning in the river. I ended up finding myself in Creta, trained, killed some shit here and there, you have it. Me. I was abused, detested what else do you wanna know? How I chop of every single head of my opponents? How I spend my day with no missions? Oh, here's a good one, how I try to calm myself down but you guys are assholes so I lose my shit?"

The cameras weren't turning off, but I didn't care, "If you'll excuse me, I'm going back."

Before I went out, I heard one of the reporter say, "She's like a bitch."

"WELL I AM A BITCH," and I went out.