The Runaway Heir

Chapter One

I, Tobias Schreave, am the future king of Illea. But do I want to be? Answer? No. I never will, this royal bullshit is not for me. And along with having to be king, I have to find my one and only. The superficial one. I'm fine being nineteen and a virgin, I just want to be away. Anywhere away from the kingdom.

I take a deep breath, straightening my tie. I smile in the mirror, know that cameras would be rolling. "Here goes nothing." I muttered to myself, before walking out of my room. I pass a corner and find my brother, looking in a mirror in the hall, straightening his tie.

"Here." I say as I start to move his tie adjusting to be straight.

"Thanks. Are you nervous?" he asks me, still looking at himself in the mirror.

"Nah," I shrugged. "Austin, they're just some girls."

"Some girls?" he scoffed, God sometimes I hated his attitude, "this isn't a game, it's your life. It's both of our lives."

"Austin, trust me on this, this isn't that important, just pick one envelope from each basket and you'll be fine." I say sighing. "Maybe you'll fall in love." I say rolling my eyes.

"Whatever." He walking to the room, where the baskets were placed. He was always immature, or at least he acted like it. He couldn't get it through his mind that this wasn't really that all important. He was always too concerned, God, he really needed a chill pill, no, he needed a bottle of chill pills.

I walked to the same place a few minutes later, and the cameras were rolling by the moment we walked in, I put on my smile that I always wore for the cameras. I took a deep breath and approached the baskets, taking an envelope from each one, fifty girls in my home? God damn.

After we had picked all the envelopes I went back to room almost instantly, I was going to dread this and I knew it. It was going to be awful, probably every single girl all over me because of my position. When I did go to my room, I changed out of my formal clothes, I went into some plain jeans and a tee-shirt.

I heard a knock on my door and I rushed over to open the door, my parent were there.

"Tobias." My mother smiled at me, embracing me in a hug. I wrapped my arms around her, she looked simply regal, she was poised. She wasn't even trying. I wonder how someone as great as her was when she had gotten into the Selection.

I pulled back, "Mom," I smiled at her. "Dad." I nodded in his direction, so he would acknowledge that I was aware of him. Stupid fancy royal politeness.

"Son, you do realize how important this Selection really is?" he asks me.

"Of course." I lied. "I know the importance." he couldn't see through me, thank God, but my mother was a different story, she had eyes that could see right through anyone, but she sparred me.

He nods. "So you'll be very serious about this?" he asks.

I nodded, "Yes Dad." I wanted them out of my room, the whole idea of a Selection made me want to just roll my eyes. I would have 50 girls trying to become me or my brother's so called "One". Ugh, I thought to myself. "Is that all?" I ask.

"Yes, that's it." He says, and walks out of my room with my mother, shutting the door quietly behind him. Asshole.

This Selection was about to begin and I wanted to just go into a shell. I'll make them hate me. I thought. Be an asshole. Great.