The Selection ~ Next Generation ~ Fanfiction

The Question

As we walked down the halls, I caught a glimpse of some guards staring us down. I could almost hear what they were thinking. Is that the girl who insulted the prince? I knew the answer to that question. Yes, it sure is. And, if they hadn't noticed, I was with the former Queen.

We turned into a hall with a big door, Queen America knocked softly, and we were let in.

In the room, there was a huge bed in the center, a giant desk withered with paperwork, and many maids-soon to be my job at the place, if I can't stop it-running in and out. The prince was standing next to the window, looking out at the palace gardens.

"Ed?"

Hearing Queen America call him Ed felt funny, almost as if I could call him that for a laugh. I imagine the Prince and I on a picnic, and I say his name like that. It makes me smile, even though I don't actually show it on my face.

"Yes, Grams?

He calls his grandma Grams, too! It's really weird thinking that a normal girl like me has something in common with the future king of Illéa. I begin to grin.

"Would you like to see for yourself?" A solid smile plays on Queen America's face that seems mysterious. It was almost like a trick, he had to look, and he did. When his eyes met mine, he began to speak, "I met you earlier, right?"

"Yes, you did, your majesty."

"Where did you run off to?"

This time Queen America answered for me, "She ran to the Women's Room, and then I found her playing my piano."

I can't help but nod. Queen America seems like the kind of person that would be my best friend back at home.

Prince Edmond looks confused. "So, you're bringing her to me for what? To punish her?

"No!" The noise escapes from my mouth so quickly that the idea of that was shut down.

Queen America, once again, comes to the rescue, "No, I was thinking that . . ." Her voice trails off and she nods to a corner. As if it was morse code, Prince Edmond and Queen America walk over. After a couple whispers, they come over and stand by me.

"Would you like to be a part of The Selection, Ellyn?"

I gasp.

"Yes!" I squeal with excitement, clearly letting any self-control I had leave my body.

Queen America continues, "I would hate for you to leave the palace so soon, and since a couple of the girls turned down the opportunity, I thought you'd like to take their spots."

I wrap my arms around her and squeal once more. "Thank you so much!"

Without confirming anything with Prince Edmond, she asks, "How would you like piano lessons from me, as well?"

I was speechless. "You would do that?" She didn't have to say anything, I already knew the answer. "Thank you, Queen America."

"Of course, dear." In her words, I could sense a bit of sorrow. Wondering if she had anything more to say, I nod. I don't think she had anything to say either.

With that, she leads me out of the room saying her appreciation to the people around us. I wonder, if Prince Edmond chose me to be his wife, if I would learn to be like her as well. She was a perfect queen.