Tris Prior's Selection

Chapter Thirteen-She. Is. Mine.

Tris' POV

Queen Jeanine takes my hand into her own and speaks to me patronisingly.

"How would you feel about courting our eldest son?" I quickly fill in the dots that their eldest son is Eric, the person I sat next to at dinner.

I'm lost for words for a few moments before speaking in the way my maids have been showing me. Keeping my posture correct but lady like.

"That's a kind offer, but I barely know your son. Just a brief few words at the dinner table." Jeanine smiles at me.

"We assure you he's a lovely boy, and if you want we'd give you time to get to know him. We wouldn't want you to get overwhelmed Beatrice." I struggle to think of another excuse to give me more time to think.

"But I'm part of the selection ma'am. I can't just give up this opportunity. My family needs this." Jeanine pats my hand softly.

"Your family would understand. You'd be able to visit and of course, it's guaranteed you'll become part of the royal family whereas this isn't. Coming with us would help your family more." She smiles down at me like I'm two.

"I'm really uncertain about it, ma'am." I whisper. "And I can't take away this decision from Prince Tobias. He might really like me." I can see Jeanine warring with herself and I except her to snap at me that no one could love me with my looks, but that wouldn't exactly work in her favour considering she's trying to make me go out with her son.

"I really doubt your son actually likes me. He hardly knows me either."

"He knows enough, pet." She lets her hand follow the curve of my jaw before excusing herself and walking away, her husband in tow.

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Tobias' POV

"No." I say, my voice stern and cold. "Your not taking Tris from me."

They can't. Not when I've just got her to stop fussing over another version of myself. The version with freedom outside this palace.

"Son," Marcus speaks first. "I believe it's a wise option. Beatrice is Abnegation. Give her a chance in life."

"I am." I snap. Turning to Eric.

"Dear cousin," I force the words from my gritted teeth politely. "Kindly find another girl, Beatrice is mine."

"Tobias! Apologise this instant!" Marcus bellows before turning to my Auntie and uncle.

"I'm sure Lady Beatrice can be a plausible option for your son."

"No!" I stand up this time. "Take any of the others, but. Beatrice. Is. Mine! Okay, MINE!"

"TOBIAS GO TO YOUR ROOM AND DO NOT SAY A WORD TO ANYONE UNTIL I COME AND GET YOU!" I obey, walking from the room and all the up to my bedroom in silence with Zeke and Uriah quietly behind me having heard the argument.

"We'll go and talk to her Tobias. Tell her to refuse the offer." Zeke says. Looking down as him and Uriah back out from my chamber.

"Good luck with your dad." Uriah adds at the moment he shuts the door. Closing me in with my silence.