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Schreave Palace. Sacramento, province of Angeles. Kingdom of Illèa. The first day of the selection.
Carlisle Martimus was utterly Star struck as he looked outside of the limo that he was sharing with 4 other selected. He had seen pictures and videos of the royal palace before, but seeing it in person, that was something else. It was a breathtaking sight as he was escorted inside the palace along with the other selected. As Carlisle made his way inside, he felt that he was leaving the real world and entering some kind of fairy tale where he was the main character.
Zander Radley made his way into the palace along with the other selected. He too was a bit taken aback by being in the mythical home of the royal family. They sometimes showed the palace in documentaries, but it always had this feeling of not seeming real. But it was real and now the runner from Waverly was living it. Zander was soon snapped out of his daydreaming by the shrill whistle of a male servant calling all of the selected to attention.
"Attention, welcome to Schreave Palace!" The servant announced. "The first thing that you lot are going to do is take a shower. Boys, to the left. Girls, to the right!"
Caleb Newton followed the male selected to the communal showers. His social anxiety came on hard as he began undressing, trying to avoid his colleagues as much as possible. He had never actually been in a communal shower before in his life. The florist from Sonage tried to keep cool as he took his shower. Luckily, none of the other guys seemed very comfortable with it either and they all cleaned themselves as fast as they could.
After Jessica Woods and the other female selected finished their showers, they found fancy pink bathrobes and matching pink slippers waiting for them. Once the ladies had donned their robes and slippers they were directed to another room where the makeovers were being conducted. Each female was given a special makeup to really show off their assists to the heiress. Jessica's make over consisted of a red 2 piece dress that showed off a thin line of abdomen. The last touch was a necklace of pearls that was draped about her neck. As Jessica looked at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but be pleased with what she saw.
Jane Topswell was wearing a business casual suit with a jewels bracelet on her left hand. However, she didn't get a whole lot of time to enjoy the sight as she and the other female selected were herded into a ballroom with the male selected. Once there, they were greeted by Queen Ellen with a stony look on her face.
"Attention all of you!" Ellen cried out. "I know you all want to meet my daughter, but there are rules for this selection and it's only fair that you know what they are."
"This is BS!" Another selected whispered to Jane as she tries to ignore them.
"You cannot leave the palace on their own accord. You can only be dismissed by myself or my daughter." The Queen began as she recited the rules. "There is no time limit for the Selection. You can't arrange times with my daughter; she decides who to see and when. You can't fight or sabotage other selected; do it and you're out. You can only have a romantic relationship with my daughter. You can't eat any food or wear any clothes that are not provided by the palace. You must be courteous to media.
"For each week, you stay at the palace, you will be compensated." She continued to rattle off. "If you make it to the top ten, you is considered an Elite, and will be required to learn about particular inner workings of the life and obligations you would have as a princess/prince. You all must be virgins If shy daughter invites you to do something with her, it is advised you shouldn't refuse; regardless if it's dinner, outings, kissing, and even more than kissing. Do you understand?"
"Yes your majesty." Jane said along with all the other selected.
"Then here she is, Crown Princess Sybil Schreave!" Queen Ellen announced as the princess entered the room. As Claude Marie Vance saw the heiress to the Illèan throne up close, she was pleased by how strong and beautiful the girl was. Keeping her occupied wasn't going to be much of a hassle for her. The crown princes went around, making small talk with some of the selected and eventually made her way to the circus performer from Atlin.
"I haven't seen such a strong woman since...well me." Syb replied with a chuckle.
"There's another strong woman round here, where?" Claurie teased, earning a laugh from the princess.
"Could I...feel your muscles?" Sybil asked as Claurie's dress showed off her strong arms.
"I expect equal treatment, prin prin." Claurie answered, getting the princess to blush as both women began to eagerly feel the other's muscular arms.
"Would you maybe wanna work out later today?" Syb asked shyly.
"Sure prin prin. I can teach ya acrobats or even the trapeze if ya want." Claurie replied.
"I would love to be a circus performer." Syb said dreamily. "Maybe we could be a team?"
"Tell ya what, you master the trapeze and we can have our own act!" Claurie offered as Sybil though about how awesome it would be to perform in a real circus.
Selene Moore was the last selected to be introduced to Sybil. The princess was blown away by how breathtakingly beautiful the student from Belcourt was.
"You are so pretty!" Sybil exclaimed as Selene blushed.
"So are you." She insisted, gazing at the princess.
"Maybe later tonight I can come to your room and you can make me pretty?" Sybil asked shyly.
"But Your Highness, you already are pretty."
"My mom thinks I look like a dyke."
"And whose to says dykes can't be pretty?" Selene teased as she leaned in. Sybil blushed as she too leaned in close, not wanting her mom to overhear. Selene just smiled playfully and twirled her hair between her fingers
"Let's just say mother doesn't always know best."
"Do you?" Sybil would ask playfully
Selene shrugged a shoulder "Depends on who you ask."
"So, does that I can come see you tonight?" Sybil asked hopefully
"Of course, Your Highness"
"Call me Syb." Sybil felt butterflies in her stomach as she thought of the men and women she'd met and the plans she'd made.
The next selected that Sybil talked to was Irradia Fuerte-Sangre Poder. When she saw her idol up close, the princess had to take a few moments to calm herself down.
"I'm sorry...I'm just a huge fan of your work." Syb said with glee.
"I'm so flattered, your highness." Irradia said with a blush.
"Would it be ok if you and I hung out tomorrow?" Sybil asked hesitantly. "We only have 2 days before the group dates start and after that, it'll be hard to get time alone."
"If that's what you want, Princess Sybil, of course I will!" The singer from Paloma said with excitement as Sybil wrapped her in a huge hug.
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