The first (Selection Series)

This Movella is based off of the Selection series, and takes place in that world. Lilian Schrevne, the daughter of King Maxon and Queen America, has come of age to me married. Usually, princesses get married off to other countries instead of having a selection like princes. Lilian forces her parents into the first ever female selection. Will she find the results she was hoping for, or will she cause something beyond her power?

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4. Lessons

"Now remember, the Italians are very fun loving people, but are easily offended. Somethings can just set them off and we don't want that happening." Silvia said pointing to the chalkboard covered with notes about the Italians, the Scandinavian, and the Brazilian culture.

I tapped my pencil on my notebook as I took notes and pretended to look interested.

"The Scandinavians on the other hand are not so fun loving. In fact..." Silvia carried on, acting like I wasn't even hear as she rambled on about the Scandinavians.

I had to concentrate on more important things. Like how to get out of an arranged marriage. Or how to convince my parents to give me a selection. Things like that. Mom was already sold on the idea, but dad not so much. Surely it couldn't be that hard to convince him, I mean, didn't he want his daughter to stay at the palace?

Scarlet didn't put up a fight about leaving, considering the fact that the New Ireland prince is devastatingly gorgeous. That chestnut hair, those big green eyes, and that accent; oooooh, he gives me goose bumps just thinking about him! But he's Scarlet's husband now and he adores her so whatever. How can you blame him? She's just as gorgeous. Tall, blonde, skinny, smart, funny; she's got the whole package. I remember always wanting to be exactly like Scarlet. I would wear the same dresses as her and walk and talk like her. Just like Posy does for me, and Gwen does for Posy.

I looked around the room. It was painted a lilac color with lots if windows. The furniture was all color coordinated, except for the desk she pulled in for me to write on for our daily lessons.

A guard stood by the door, staring straight ahead in my direction. He looked at me and I looked back. It was a few seconds before I realized what he was trying to do. He winked at me and gave me a small smile. I gave an almost inaudible gasp and turned my head towards Silvia. Guards weren't supposed to speak with us other than the standard "majesty". They're taught to only speak when they're spoken to, which I often took advantage of. But flirting? That could get him thrown in jail....or worse. I shook my head and tried not to look at him or think about anything except the board.

"And finally," Silvia said sighing, "they all have a prince that would be more than willing to take your hand in marriage."

My stomach lurched at the thought of boys I've never met waiting to marry me.

"Did you get all that?" Silvia asked, gathering up some books from the shelves.

"Yes." I lied. I only had half a page of notes, but I closed my notebook before she could check.

"Oh good. Come here so we can work on table manners for each country."

A maid wheeled in a small tea cart that Silvia and I sat at while she placed two books on my head for balance. We went over how to drink tea in Italy, Scandinavia, and Brazil. After four days of hearing those countries, the thought of even busting one of them made me sick. I sat through her lesson, all two hours of it, without killing myself. That has to count for something, right?

I scurried past the guard in the classroom to avoid any conversation other than the standard "Majesty." I heard Silvia shout after me that it's unlady like to run.

I walked up the marble staircase, my feet slapping the floor the whole way. I turned the corner and knocked twice on her door.

"Your majesty." The guards said.

I nodded in acknowledgement and waited until she opened the door. She only opened it a crack, checking to see who it was. Her face was tear stained, like mine but she was still lively. You have to thank the red hair for that.

"Posy," I said sorrowfully. "May I come in?"

She scanned my face a moment before stepping aside to let me in.

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