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Schreave Palace. Sacramento, province of Angeles. Kingdom of Illèa. 5 weeks into the selection.

After Crown Princess Sybil and the remaining 8 selected returned to the palace from the tattoo parlor, she immediately went to her mother's office to confront the wicked bitch.

"You lied to me!" Sybil exclaimed in rage as she slammed open the door to the office of Queen Ellen, who was completely unfazed by her daughter's outburst.

"I've lied to you about a great many things, you need to be more specific." Queen Ellen replied nonchalantly.

"Claude Marie Vance told me everything, you hired her and snuck her into my selection, just to sabotage the female selected!" The heiress to the Illèan throne yelled in anger.

"She was my ace in the hole." The Queen of Illèa replied. "I had to make sure that you would marry a man; not only to maintain Illèa's moral values, but to secure the continuation of the Schreave Dynasty."

"This is my selection, not yours!" Sybil exclaimed in fury as she came around the desk and got right in her mother's face. "You can't just cheat, you can't change the rules as you go, you can't fuck with my life like this!"

That was as far as she got before the Queen struck her hard across the face. Before Sybil could really even react to the loud and quite painful smack, Ellen plunged her scarlet colored fingernails into her her daughters chin, drawing blood immediately.

"You listen to me, you overgrown bull Dyke!" She growled as she glared daggers into her daughter's eyes. "This selection is for appearances only. If you didn't know that before, you damn well better know it now. You will marry whoever I tell you to marry, you will fuck whoever I tell you to fuck. You exist only to produce an heir or heiress, do you understand me!"

"Yes mother..." Sybil whispered softly as she turned her head, only for Ellen to turn it back once again.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!" The Queen roared with pure fury.

"YES!" The princess screamed in return as her mother shoved her to the floor.

"Then get out of my office, you lousy twat!" Ellen exclaimed before delivering a hard kick to Sybil's stomach. Syb groaned in pain and gasped for air as she got out as quickly as she could.

Later that week.

Irradia Poder was writing down lyrics to a new song that she had been writing, that was believe or not, about Sybil, when she heard a loud knock at her bedroom door. When the singer from Paloma went to answer it, she found the princess of Illèa sobbing miserably.

"Claurie sold me out to my mom…she never liked me…then when I confronted my mom...she beat me..." Sybil sobbed as Irradia quickly pulled her inside and held her in her arms.

"I'm so sorry" she whispered as she let Sybil cry.

"No one loves me…they're just here for my crown or my mom…" she wailed loudly.

"I'm sure that's not true Sybil…" Irradia started to say, only to be shut down.

"It is true, no one wants the real me. My mom was right; I'm just a fag with a tiara." Syb lamented as Irradia forced her to look into her eyes.

"Sybil, I'm sure a lot of people love you! I love you, Sybil." The singer promised as she was scoffed at

"No you don't…mom says that you just want to boost your singing career..," the princess whispered, afraid of getting her heart broken.

"I didn't realize how amazing of a person you are… I was a fool, but I truly do love you." Irradia assured her with determination as Sybil broke down.

"I love you too Irradia, I've always loved you. Don't let my mom send you away, please don't leave me!" Syb begged as she held onto the singer for dear life.

"I won't leave you, I promise." Irradia whispered as she rubbed circles on Sybil's back, trying to calm her.

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