I DO NOT OWN THE SELECTION SERIES. THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS HOMOPHOBIC LANGUAGE AND CHILD ABUSE; READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.
Sacramento, Province of Angeles. Kingdom of Illèa. The day of the announcement.
Sybil groaned as she looked at herself in the mirror. She was wearing the ceremonial crown princess tiara that she hated. It was a beautiful sight to be sure, adorned with 24 karot diamonds, but it more often than not messed up her hair or got tangled within it. Even worse, Sybil's mother was forcing her to wear a pretty pink ballroom gown in an attempt to make her seem like a refined young royal lady. Sybil loathed wearing dresses for important royal functions. It was damn near impossible for Syb to move about as freely as she liked to when she was in a dress. But her mom demanded it and since her mom was the Queen of Illèa, whatever her ass wanted, her ass got.
As Sybil fought the urge to wipe off all of the fancy makeup that her stylist and put on her tooth and nail, Queen Ellen barged into her room
"Can you try knocking?" The heir to the Illèan throne inquired in annoyance.
"Can you try not being a dyke?" The queen of Illèa inquired in return as she slammed the door.
"I did and it didn't work." Sybil replied before being cuffed on the back of the head for what her mother perceived as insolence.
"Listen up, the camera crew is set up and ready for you to make the announcement. All of Illèa will be watching and I expect you to conduct yourself as a proper lady." Ellen demanded with a harsh look on her face.
"I don't see why you can't go out there and make the announcement." Syb remarked as she as she clenched her newly manicured fingernails. "This selection was your idea and you're the proper lady."
"If I could, I would. Lord knows it would save me an awful lot of trouble." Queen Ellen shot back as she had very little patience with her daughter. "But unfortunately, that isn't how this silly game works. The selected aren't coming to court me, they're coming to court you, to woo you, to marry you. How do you expect them to court a princess that they can't even see?"
"I'll behave mom." Sybil gripped as she didn't see the point in fighting it anymore. She was going to have a selection whether she liked it or not.
"You'd better…or else there will be consequences; you can bet on that." Queen Ellen growled as she grabbed her daughter by the forearm and drug her ass into the throne room, where a camera crew was waiting. Crown Princess Sybil stood before the camera and forced a smile on her face.
"Good afternoon, my fellow Illèans." Sybil spoke into the camera as Ellen stood off to the side, watching like a hawk. "After a while of waiting, I've decided that it's time to find my prince or princess charming. That's right, I am hosting a selection where males & females are eligible. Applications will be sent out to all thirty five provinces. Best of luck to all of you and I hope I find my true love!"
Sybil blew a few kisses until she heard the word Cut. She then ripped off her heels & flung them across the room Before storming away, wishing that her mother would quit being a bigoted bitch.
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