Prologue

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"Olivia, you can't just force her to hold a Selection against her will!"
"Jacob, it's the only choice we have left. She won't even look at a foreigner, and she could never stoop down to a guard or servant."
"But honey, it's her decision. It's her life."
"It's not just her future, it's Illeá's future, too! Jacob, sweetie, ours went just fine, and look where we are now. Happy, growing old together, and we need someone to reign when we grow too old."
The door creaked open slightly, and a small, pale girl, who was only 16, peaked through. "Mom, Dad?"
"Yes sweetie?" her mom replied, hope in her voice.
"I've decided. I- I want a Selection."

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