Hello again! Thank you guys for submitting! Please submit more! I need some white girls, Hispanic, Chinese, Japanese, Korean, those kind of stuff... I need some serious girls because I have most girls who want adventure, and that's good, but I need serious girls too. Some pranksters and party girls, bubbly and ditzy ones, be creative! Oh, and don't make their fav color green anymore, and I need more from the upper castes. I will start introductions to the girls this chapter, but Adam's POV is really important.

The Royal Family of Illea:

King Adrian Rosenbloom- 45
Queen Aurelia Rosenbloom- deceased
Prince Adam Rosenbloom- 19
Princess Aurora Rosenbloom - 18
Prince Aladdin Rosenbloom - 18
Princess Ariel Rosenbloom- 17

Disclaimer: Anything you find canon, that's not mine :)

After my mother's death, things have never been more different. It's already a month after her death, but I still cry myself to sleep almost every night.

Something's wrong with my father. We used to play all the time, and although he was busy as king, he always made time for his family. Now, he barely goes out of his room. The only time he does is if we have to film the Report. I suspect my mother's death caused this, but I miss him. I already lost my mother, and it feels like I lost my father too.

My sister, Ariel, and I used to be very, very close. Even though we are two years apart, we always hang out. We always went out to the gardens, and often swam at the pool. I know how much she loves water. But after mom died, she doesn't even talk to me anymore. The only things we say to each other are Hi and Bye. She doesn't even act like the Ariel I know. She used to be loud and bubbly. Now, she's quiet and always wears a frown.

The castle also became more depressed and gloomy. The people that lived there used to be all smiles and laughter, now they're not. It's heartbreaking because I also contribute to that sadness. The castle just changed a lot.

I know it's my fault. It's my fault that my mother died. I know the green eyed man killed her, but it was really me. If only I let her go in the closet instead of me. If I went out of the closet when the gun was pointed at me, maybe I could've saved her. If only I wasn't playing that stupid Monopoly in that room, maybe she would still be alive. I know I caused her death, and no one tells me otherwise. Sometimes, I dream that it was me who shot her. It was enough to make a boy crazy.

Something also worries me. Those green eyes that I saw never erase from my mind. I wake up with nightmares of the man shooting the rest of my family. He's out there. He escaped. My family and I are not safe. Everyone reassures me that guards are hunting him down, but I still have that fear inside me. I also want him to pay for my mother's death, and I won't rest until he does.

It's morning and I woke up early, so I still have time before my lessons with Clarice. Being the heir to the throne, Clarice often gives me lessons to prepare me. This includes boring etiquette, surrounding countries and other stuff that I should care about, but I really don't. I think about what my mother said in her deathbed. Not her last words, but the story behind my name. Behind my siblings' names. I decide that I want to watch these movies.

"Violet!" I call my maid. She rushes to me immediately and asks me what I want.

"This company called 'Disney' made some movies that my parents loved. Do you know where they are?"

Violet shakes her head. "I'm sorry, Your Highness. I do not know of a company called 'Disney.' Perhaps Clarice would know."

Clarice! Of course! I know she's busy, but I want to- no, I need to watch the movies. I dismiss Violet and get dressed in my "proper" outfit. I look for Clarice in our study, and I find her there, busy with paperwork. Clarice has been with me since I was born.

"Good morning, Clarice."

She looks at me, her intimidating gray eyes staring at me. I shift uncomfortably, wondering if I had chosen the wrong clothes. Finally, she smiles and says, "Wonderful! You're early! We can begin lessons now!"

I'm about to groan but fortunately I stop myself. I force on a smile. "Actually, I went here to ask if you know where the movies 'Disney' made were."

She raises an eyebrow and pushes up her glasses. Her black hair is tied back neatly and her posture is perfect. "Actually, I do. Do you want to watch them in your room?"

"Yes, absolutely!" I can barely contain my excitement. My head bobs up and down.

Clarice narrows her eyes and shakes her head at me. "It's Yes, please. I will send a maid to bring it to your room."

"Thank you!"

I sit in my room, contemplating the movie. I just watched Beauty and the Beast. Apparently, my mother named me after the prince who was turned into a beast. She had a point. I have the same brown hair, although mine is shorter and darker, like my mother's, and I have the same gentle blue eyes. I don't even know if I have gentle eyes, but the prince from the movie has.

Even though the beast was, well, a beast, he still found true love. Good for him, I think. It was too painful for me to watch it because it reminds me so much of my mom. It's exactly the type of movie she'd love.

From now on, I decide I hate fairy tales. From experience, happily ever afters don't exist. True love doesn't exist at all. Sure, my parents were in love, but they were separated. By death. There's no such thing as a "happy ending" or whatever, because if it did exist, my mom would still be here right now. She would be holding my hand, reassuring me that we will all have our happy endings.

I look at the picture of my family. It was taken a month before the incident. We all looked happy, the perfect family. There, happily ever after was possible. My mom always taught me to believe in fairy tales. But because she died, what's the point? A picture perfect family ruined by life. By death. Those smiling faces on the picture, now they contain shattered hearts. Now they contain broken pieces.

I want to believe that I'm the most broken of my family, because I blame myself for my mother's death. Because I believe that I killed her. Because I know that I had a chance to save her but I didn't. Because I love her so much that it hurt. Then I think about my father, who has known and loved my mother for ages. He must be very depressed right now. I also think about my sister, who fainted when her mother was dying, and didn't get a chance to hear her last "I love you."

It's amazing how one man can destroy an entire family. Yes, he only killed my mother, but that was a lot. I want him to suffer. I want him to experience the pain he caused on my family. I want him to know what it feels like to have this burden in your chest, like I feel everyday.

Fairy tales, happy endings and happily ever afters... They're not real. They're not real.

I heave a sigh. Dinner is being held in our rooms. Again. My father won't come out of his room, Ariel's just wandering around, Aladdin's doing who-knows-what in the kitchen, and Aurora's "picking berries."

I can't believe how broken my family really is. One second, we're this happy family, the next second, we don't even look at each other. I long for the day this will all end. When the nightmares about the green eyed man will stop. When the dreams about me shooting my mother will cease. When my family can be happy again.

I know that that day won't come any soon. I will just have to live in the present.

Someone knocks on the door and I tell them to come in. A maid gives me my food and exits. I eat my food for a moment when I get an idea. I jump out of my bed and run to the head guard, General Ambrose.

He bows before me and greets, "Good evening, your highness."

"Any sign of the rebel who killed my mother yet?"

General Ambrose sighs. "Unfortunately not, your highness. The guards are searching everywhere for him, but there are no results yet."

"Please tell me when you find him. I... I want to avenge my mother."

He nods at me. "Of course, your highness," he promises.

Eight years later

"Adam."

I look up from my food to look at my father. We're having breakfast in the dining room, and up to now, no one has said a thing.

"Yes, dad?"

Nothing has changed much since eight years ago. We are all still a bit morose and gloomy, me especially, but fortunately, we talk. Ariel and I talk a lot again. Not as much as before mom died, but definitely more than after she did.

My father clears his throat. "Do you remember, eight years ago..." He trails off with a dark expression on his face. He looks back at me. "What your mother told you?"

I stiffen. I know where this is going. I know exactly what mom told me. "Yes dad," I say, nodding slowly.

"Well, I thought about what she said and decided you're going to have a Selection," he tells me.

My fork stops halfway before it reaches my mouth. My brother's jaw drops and my sisters widens their eyes.

"I'm sorry, what?" I ask. I was expecting this, but of course it still shocks me.

"You heard me. You're having a Selection."

The story of my father and mother isn't a mystery. They fell in love through the Selection. It was almost a fairy tale. They almost lived happily ever after. They actually did, but it stopped because of the green eyed man. I know it's not the point. The point is, they found true love in the Selection. My parents are true believers of true love. The Selection made it possible for them.

And now they expect me to repeat it.

No one says anything. My fork clatters on my plate. My father's expression is serious, there is no way he's joking.

"Well, I'd love to have thirty five girls competing for my heart," Aladdin says, breaking the silence. Aurora glares at him and Ariel stifles a laugh. My dad clears his throat and looks pointedly at my brother, who sinks down his chair.

"Dad... I-I'd love to!" I exclaim, faking excitement. I need to act like I want this, just for the sake of my parents. For the sake of my mom. She told me she wanted me to find true love. And although I doubt I ever will, I at least have to act like I want to.

For the first time in years, my dad smiles a genuine smile. Sure, we all smile at the Report, but they're all fake. This time, I can see that the smile my dad put on is real.

"Excellent! We will tell the public about it tomorrow in the Report and send out applications for girls to fill in," he says.

I force on a smile.

"That's absolutely great."

It's time for the Report and I'm nervous. I'm usually calm when I get on the show, but this time I have to announce the Selection. My mom always gave me a glass of apple juice to calm my nerves in the rare occasion that I get nervous, but since she's not here, I can't stop pacing around my room.

Someone knocks on my door. "Come in," I say.

My sister Ariel comes in, holding a glass in her hand. "Apple juice?"

I stare at her, not believing what I just heard and am seeing. Her lips curl into a small smile. "Guess I still know you a lot," she says softly, setting down the glass of juice on my desk. She looks at me carefully, and I can see tears brimming in her eyes.

"I miss you."

That's it. All it took for me to wrap her up in a big hug. Those three words that she spoke mean a lot to me. Although it was only three words, I immediately understood. She cries into my shoulder and whispers "I'm sorry" over and over again. I rub her back comfortingly, as I used to when we were kids.

We pull away and she sniffles. "Adam... I'm sorry I shunned you after mom died. I just couldn't take it and... I want us to be best friends again. I missed you so much, Adam. I... I want us to start over."

I smile at her and grab my apple juice, taking a sip from it. "You're sounding too cheesy right now."

She laughs in relief and hugs me again, tighter than ever. We have a very odd way of understanding each other. But I don't care. I have my little sister back again. We walk into the Report studio, laughing all the way. It's the first time I've seen her laugh and smile again in years. She's her loud and bubbly self again. I can't help but wondering why.

"Ariel?"

"Hmm?"

"What made you change?"

My sister stops and stares at me, a wistful look on her face. "Let's just say I found the story behind my name and it... It changed me. I remember the times when I used to hang out with you a lot, and I missed it."

I know there's more to the story than she let on, but I push it away. I don't want to ruin our friendship again. She continues, "Plus, you're having your Selection and I really don't want to miss that." Ariel pauses and looks at me with a playful smirk on her face. "By the way, you never paid me for your loss at Monopoly."

I smirk back at her, and I remember the olden times. "How about I beat you at Scrabble first?"

Mimoza Kimon Ashling, 6

I wake up, ready to start the day. Looking at the clock, I see that it's 5:00 am. I smile to myself. Perfect.

I wash myself and get dressed in my green and brown worker's outfit. Right now, I have to finish the dress I've been working on for the past few days. I take the turquoise dress and start sewing the hem. A couple minutes later, I hear voices outside my room.

"Can you get your lazy butt over here? We can barely manage and you're just sitting there, slacking off!" my mother yells.

"Mitsy, I'm not slacking off! I'm finishing the paperwork for Mr. Welling!" My father answers back.

I try my best to block them out, as this happens often. After the miscarriage my mom had, my parents fight a lot. I just focus on the dress I'm finishing. Within minutes, I'm done.

After finishing the dress, I get out of my room to eat. I look around and see that it's only me and my parents. I sigh. My twin sister, Amira, is not here again. As always. I grab a tiny slice of bread that I find, some blueberries that are the same color as my eyes, and walk out of the small house. Mr. Welling, a kind Four who is also our neighbor, owns a restaurant, and I'm one of the waitresses. I walk into the familiar restaurant and begin my shift.

"Mim!"

I glance up to find one of my best friends, Jason, beaming at me. He is the son of Mr. Welling.

"Jase!" I laugh. "Why are you up so early?"

He grins innocently. Almost too innocently. I push up my black rimmed glasses and fold my arms at him. "What did you do?"

Jason makes an "I-don't-know" gesture with his arms and smiles innocently but I can see the gleam in his blue eyes.

I hear someone clear a throat. "May I present, Princess Mimoza Kimon Ashling, future Queen of Illea."

I spin and come face to face with Nora Valens. "Nora! What are you talking about?" Nora is also one of my best friends, and she acts like my older sister.

The restaurant opens, and people begin filing in.

Nora winks at me. "You'll just have to wait then." She runs out of the restaurant, leaving me confused. I turn to look at Jason, but he also disappeared. I know these two are up to something. They always are. I just hope that our other best friend, Audrey, isn't with them so I'm not outnumbered.

I go to a table where an old lady is sitting. "Good morning! My name is Mim. What would you like to drink?"

"I'll just get water, please." She looks up at me and studies me. I almost squirm under her gaze.

"You're a beautiful young lady. Are you entering the Selection?"

I'm taken aback. I watched the Report in a TV shop last night and Prince Adam announced he was going to have a Selection. I don't even consider myself "beautiful." I mean, with my really short dark auburn hair and dark blue eyes, I don't seem... Beautiful. Besides, I'm too short. Like, really short. Also, I haven't really thought about entering, since I'm happy with my life.

I wake up in the morning, sew a dress, work here until 2:00 pm, go back home and continue sewing the dress, and then go to the laundromat to wash clothes. After, that, it's 6:00 pm. I work back here until 9:00 pm, and then I read some books then I sleep. I do that every single day. I don't want to change it, I like it just the way it is.

Before I get a chance to respond, the lady chuckles. "Oh, who am I kidding? Of course you'll sign up! Who in their right mind wouldn't?"

I just smile at her and go to the kitchen. I don't want to sign up for the Selection. Wait... Future Queen of Illea? Could it be... My friends signed me up for it?

Desdemona Annabella Lantier, 4

"Race you to the farm!"

I grin at Laura then turn my attention to the road. I kick my horse, Midnight, to speed up. I'm way ahead of my best friend, Laura, so I stop for a while. Suddenly, a whizz of brown hair speeds past me. I gasp and kick my horse, my black ponytail flying in the wind.

I reach my family's farm just one second after Laura and she smirks at me. Her frizzy brown hair is sticking out in every direction.

"I won!" Laura exclaims, out of breath. "I actually w-"

"Desi!"

I sigh and don't even look at the direction of the voice. I know exactly who it is. "Well, La, I have to go. You entering the Selection, right?" I ask my best friend.

She grins and flashes a thumbs up. "Absolutely."

Midnight gallops to my oldest brother, Antonio, who is glaring up at me. "You're late."

"No, I'm not!" I check my watch. "It's only 8:08!"

"You were supposed to be here by 8:00."

I shake my head, frustrated. "What's important is I'm here now," I say, getting off my horse.

"Yeah, but you're still-"

"Antonio, cut her some slack."

I look gratefully at my twin brother, Duncan. "Thank you!"

Antonio shakes his head at me. "Whatever, just do your job." He leaves the farm to me and my brother. I look around to see if he's out of earshot.

"Whatever, just do your job," I mimick.

Duncan punches my arm lightly and grins. "Come on, you know he just wants what's best," my twin tells me. I roll my eyes but smile. "I know."

My twin's smile falters and he replaces it with a serious face. I'm surprised and nervous. My brother always has that mischievous grin on his face, it's rare to see him have a serious expression. This means that 1) I'm in trouble 2) I did something wrong and he's going to scold me for it 3) he's about to pull a major prank on me and doesn't want me to suspect it or 4) he's about to tell a joke and he needs to deadpan it.

"Are you signing up for the Selection?"

The question's so blunt it takes me a while to answer. Whatever I expected, that's not on my list. "Yeahhhh, why?"

"Why?" Duncan asks.

I look at him weirdly. "What do you mean?"

"Why are you entering the Selection?" he says exasperatedly.

"Why not?" I say with a smirk.

He sighs and throws his hands up in the air. "You're impossible."

"I got that from you."

"No, seriously. Why?"

"Because I liked to. There's like, one percent chance I'll actually get Selected. And, I mean, you know how I am. I can not be contained. I need some adventure, ya know?" I reply.

"Desi."

"Dunny."

He rolls his eyes. "Don't call me that." Then he sighs. "Des, this is the one and only time I'll say this. You're beautiful."

I put my hand to my heart and smirk. "Thank you. I'm touched."

"What I mean to say was, you'll obviously get Selected if you entered and I... I don't want to lose you."

I roll my eyes at his cheesiness, since he's not like this at all, but at the same time, I'm touched. Sure I love my brother and all, I mean, we're twins, but this really touched me. I hug him.

"You won't lose me. Besides, we don't even know if I'll get Selected or whatever. And although I appreciate it, you gotta stop acting like an overprotective bigger brother."

"Am not!"

"Are too! Plus, Antonio already has that job."

He chuckles. Then he locks his jade green eyes on my mysterious green ones. "You do know I'm sabotaging your application, right?"

"You can try."

Soooo... I hope you read my author's note above. Please please title the subject, you know, the "re" part in the PM, SYOC: *your girl's name* That's really important. Also, I want some mean girls. Did you catch the Divergent quote up there? XD Yayy! Adam and Ariel made up... To be honest, that made me cry a little since I thought of my own brother sooo... Yeah, just be creative with the girls. Form is on my profile! Review please :)

~Jaspercabeth83