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?


5. Off the hook

"Would you like anymore tea, Lilian?" Gwen asked me, holding up the porcelain teapot.

"No thank you, I'm just starting on my biscuit." I said smiling.

"Okay then." Gwen said offering some to her teddy bear, Count McFluffy.

Silvia sat uncomfortably in a tea chair obviously made for children as she sipped her "tea", which was really lemonade.

"Any for you, Silver?" Gwen offered.

"No thank you." She said making a face to her tea cup.

Posy sat down near the head on the opposite side of the long table in the tea room. She didn't bring a book this time even though dad and I apologized to her. She still seemed defensive for some reason.

"You did very well at your lessons today." Silvia said taking a sip of tea. "Up until the last part."

I blushed and took a bit of cookie.

"I know."

"That guard offered to go fetch you." She said casually.

I choked on my biscuit.

"Oh really?" I said coughing.

Silvia looked at me, concerned.

"Yes, he did. He's very dedicated."

"That's good."

"Yes, in fact, he's one of the top ranking guards in the palace." Silvia said chipping up.

Oh, well great. Who would believe me if I said a high-ranked official was caught flirting with me?

"I guess we need more guards like him. Dedicated." I said setting my tea cup on it's saucer.

"He is dedicated. In fact," Posy began. "He's a qualified general. If he advances another rank, he'll a commanding officer."

"Wonderful." I muttered.

Silvia immediately gave me a look that made every bone in my body straighten up in my seat.

"What did I say about the muttering?" She questioned.

"Muttering isn't ladylike and a lady should be heard if she is going to take the time to speak." I responded, trying to set a good example for Posy and Gwen.

"Very good."

I rolled my eyes at Gwen so Silvia couldn't see, causing Gwen to giggle spastically. Silvia looked at Gwen to hush her, but stopped herself and reached for a biscuit.

"Did you find any good books at the library, Posy?" I said.

"Yes," she held up a new book, "It's about fairies in a far off land that help lost children. It's very good."

"That's good." I said smiling.

We sat making small talk for a while before I headed up with Posy to her room so we could sit and chat privately.

Her room was not far from mine. Just down the hall.

She had it painted to be a pale, sky blue with gold trim around the molding. Her balcony had a table and two chairs, the table stalked with books, just like every thing else in her room. Piles and piles of books filled her counter top and scattered her plush white, carpet. I sat down on her bed and slipped off my flats, each thumping as they hit the floor. She kicked her's off as well and plopped down in front of me. She turned her back to me and undid her hair from it's bun.

"Can you braid my hair for me?" She asked.


I took her gingery hair in my hands and began to weave it together in a complicated braid that I had learned in my trip to new Asia four years ago. The quiet was nice.

After a few minutes, Posy said timidly, "I'm gonna miss you."

I wanted to crumble into a million pieces. My one attempt to stay has failed me and I have to leave the palace. It took every bone in my body to keep myself together.

"I'm gonna miss you more."

"I'm gonna miss you more than the moon loves the stars." She was reciting a line from one of my old books that I lent her. The original line is "I love you more than the moon loves the stars."

"I'm gonna miss you more than mom does singing for a living."

"I'm gonna miss you more-" She started getting choked up.

"Oh Posy," I said trying to comfort her,"Please don't cry. I'll visit."

"It won't-b-be th-the same." She sobbed.

I hugged her and let her sob into my chest. Together, we curled up into a ball and she cried while I let a single tear roll down my cheek.

"It's not fair!" She cried in between sobs.

"I know, I know." I whispered.

"Please don't go." She said before falling asleep in my arms.

That's when I crumbled. I didn't want to go. I didn't want to leave forever. I didn't want to live in some foreign land with some foreign prince. I wanted to stay and have tea parties with Gwen and (believe it or not) have lessons with Silvia and braid Posy's hair and sit on the Report set with my family every Friday and just stay here in Illea. But that couldn't happen. That would never happen.

So I stayed there and eventually stopped crying. I started running my fingers through Posy's hair as she slept, which seemed to keep me calm enough for me to keep some composure.


"Now stop dilly-dallying! The Italians ride horses very fast and if you don't keep up, they're going to leave you in the dust." Silvia instructed as we rode horseback around the palace.

We had been at this for an hour, but it seemed that I was getting worse. It was hot, a typical day in Angeles, and apparently Silvia thought that the Italians might disown me if I was too dreadful of a horseback rider. Perfect sense, right?

"Just leave me here to die." I panted once Silvia slowed down a bit.

She tutted her tongue.

"You're no use to the Italians dead. Now come on!" Silvia said sternly, kicking her horse back into a trot.

"UGHHH!" I growled before doing the same.

Sweat rolled down my face in small beads as I egged on my horse, Belle, who also didn't want to be out here. I was wearing pants for once which felt odd considering I never wear them. They made my whole body sweat because they went up past my belly button.

"Silvia," I shouted pleadingly,"Tomorrow's my last day. Please just let me enjoy it without sweating to death."

She stopped on the trail and gave me a sour look before snorting.

"Fine. But, don't tell anyone."

"Yes!" I exclaimed as I bolted away back towards the palace.

It took me a few minutes once I got to a high speed to get back to the stable where I just sorta leaped off the horse and threw the reins into the hands of a stable hand. I bolted inside and up to my room where I stripped down of my sweaty clothes and climbed into my bed.

"Oh sweet bed." I breathed.

I lay there panting, soaking in the chilled room.

"Your majesty." A guard said smirking.

I screamed when I realized I had just stripped naked in front of a guard. The other two guards from the hall bolted in, guns in hand.

"Your majesty, are you alright?" One if them said.

I held my hands over my face, trying to slow my heart beat.

"Yes, yes I'm fine. The guard scared me for a moment. That's all."

"Oh, well yes I have a letter for you, your majesty. I didn't mean to scare you." The guard said seriously.

"Well just leave it and go." I said quietly.

"Yes, your majesty." He laid the letter down on my bed and waited for the other guards to leave.

"What are to I still doing here?" I snapped.

"The letter comes with an explanation."

I stared at him as stood there awkwardly, looking around the room. I reached for the letter and snatched it off the end of the bed.

The envelope was a pale green and on the front inscribed in gold ink was my name, "Princess Lilian Anne Screvene." I pulled apart the seal and unfolded the letter written in the same gold ink.

Dear Princess Lilian Anne Screvene,

I am writing to you to ask for the answer for a question that is vital to the Italian government. You most likely know what the question is already, since you have been prepped for it your entire life, but I will still ask. Has your father decided which suited will take your hand in marriage? I know that it's supposed to be formally announced on Friday, August the fifteenth, but we would like to know when to prepare for your arrival party if you do in fact take Prince Renaldo's marriage proposal. We Italians do like to throw exuberant parties! Please send us the decision by Thursday the fourteenth.

Yours sincerely,

Queen Nicoletta of Italy

"What?" I breathed.

"Your majesty?"

"That's it then. No selection. It's final." Realization hit me like a train.

"Would you like the explanation, your majesty?"

I just nodded my head.

"The king would like to see you in his office immediately once you finish the letter. Something about your decision of placement."

"Very well. Now get out of my room." I hissed.

"You were nicer when you were younger." He mumbled.

That's when I recognized him. He was the guard from the class room.

"What is your name?" I asked menacingly.

"Rodgers, your maj-"

"Full. Name." I growled through gritted teeth.

He swallowed.

"Dasan Rodgers."

"Dasan Rodgers," I tested the words out loud, "Get out of my sight before I send you to new Asia to die."

"I can explain, your majesty. I thought-" he scrambled to find the right words.

"Go!" I commanded, pointing at the door.

"Yes, your majesty." He said heading for the door.

"And don't think that once I'm gone that you can pull this flirtatious attitude with Posy or Gwen." I hissed after him.

He stopped in his tracks and turned around, his face like stone.

"The only reason I did that was to make you smile. I have to watch over Silvia every day. Do you know the willpower it takes to not kill her? And you just seemed so miserable so I thought to myself, 'Hey, maybe I could make my job less mind numbing and help her'"

"Stop it." I growled, crying.

"And yes, for a while, I did have a crush on you. I would watch you walk down the halls and sing or play with your sisters or just take classes. You looked so happy and beautiful, but then I learned that under pressure, you are just a weak, insignificant, self centered little brat."

"Shut up! Shut up! I get okay!" I choked out through sobs.

"And believe it or not, the world does not want to sleep with you. So just wake up and realize that the entire country can't wait for you to leave."

"Get out of my room!" I threw the closest pillow on my bed at him.

He ducked away from it and opened and slammed the door to leave. Once he was gone, I broke down again. I wasn't crying because of embarrassment or from fear or from being offended. I was crying because I didn't have it in me to be queen. I just didn't have the spark. Scarlet can do it because she has a deep, powerful command inside her. I didn't have that.

Officer Rodgers was right. I was self centered and weak. Nothing but a gambling point for my father and another country. I could do nothing but sit back and watch the ruins of my life go up in flames.

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