"Where are we going to stay?" I asked, adjusting the summer dress Wendy got for me.
"Maven and I rented a beach house there, so no worries about anything!" Wendy smiled.
"And also, there only four rooms to share. So, we designated each of you with your partners in a room" Maven added.
"Maxon and I are going to share a room?" I asked, shocked. I never share a room with anyone unless it's my siblings.
Maven nodded, I glanced to see what's Maxon's expression has, he's not surprised. He's smiling at the idea.
And you thought he was miserable....
"You've got to be kidding me!" I huffed.
"We're not!!!" Maven and Wendy says in unison, they are going to be a great couple.
I scoffed, plugging in my earphones, escaping the fact that I have a fiancé, I'm only eighteen and I'm getting married, I'm a princess, has red blood but has silver abilities and I will conceive a child for a guy my heart's been trying to love and lastly, I'm going to share a room with him.
After two hours of the road trip, Maxon's head fell on my shoulders. He's sleeping, I sit still too tensed to move while hoping not to wake him up. The van stopped in a gasoline station, filling the car for another hour of driving.
Maxon woke up, his eyes puffy and he looked pale. The weight of his head was off on my shoulders making me sigh of relief.
"Your head weighs more than mine" I said but he laughed as a reply.
"We're here, guys!" Maven called.
Wendy squealed, Maven chuckled, Mathew rubbed his forehead, America and Cal exchanged looks while me and Amielle erupted into laughter. My twin brother and I stole Wendy's thunder, making us laugh even more when she grunted.
"I hate both of you!!" She said angrily, stomping her feet on the sand.
"We love you too, sis!" Amielle and I said in unison.
The beach house was simple and cool, white walls to match the sand, simple murals on the walls to make it beautiful and simply SIMPLE!
"Maxon. Delancy, you're room would be on the left side with yellow door" Maven approached us then turned to everyone else.
Maxon opened the door, it has white walls like the others has, gray colored wardrobes to put our clothes in, it also has bathroom, balcony overlooking the sea and also a king size bed.
"Awesome!" I squeaked.
"I need to use the bathroom" Maxon said.
I nodded, walking towards the balcony to get some fresh sea air. I can feel all the stress go away, all the things I was born to do, to follow, and not just follow but oblige.
I was not really born into luxury. I was born into a heavy servitude. I have maids to do household chores, drivers to drive me anywhere, money to buy things I want, cooks to prepare my food, designer clothes and glittering gowns and jewels to wear, tiara on my head, people curtsying in every path I walk on, guards to protect me, palace to live in, title to be proud of and power and authority to wield against my enemies and enemies of state and for everyone.
I have things normal girls like me doesn't have and they have things I will NEVER have. I envy their normal lives, normal clothes and exact money to buy things needed. I envy the girls like me who doesn't care if they walk along the way in whatever they wear and doesn't care if they're polite or not.
I always want to be like them and to my ignorance to my crown, I'm now punished by eternal life prison sentence. To get married in a very young age was not normal, especially to get tied with someone you didn't chose. Actually, my life utterly sucks.
"Delancy?"
"Yeah?"
"Wendy is asking for your presence there" He pointed the position of them already in a bikini and swimming trunks. "And also, she wants you to 'go out and show off your body'" He mimicked Wendy's voice.
"I will. How about, go out there first" I suggested.
"That's my plan! We'll wait for you" Maxon planted a kiss on my cheek then got out.
I sighed, hunting for the swim wear she got for me, I never wore it. It's color black and I think it's too revealing for me I wear. I glanced at them, Wendy and America playing with the waves while the boys watch them closely.
I closed my eyes and manage to push myself into changing into that ridiculous outfit. I already put on a sunblock, fix my hair into a loose bun, grabbed my sunglasses then wrapped my body in the Burberry robe Wendy and I both have.
"There she is!!!" I scoffed as I heard her squealed.
"Join us!! And don't be a kill joy if you don't want to get splash into the water" Wendy bossed.
"Whatever" I muttered, rolling my eyes, settling on the chair not so near to the boys.
"C'mon Del!!" America waved me over, I fiercely shook my head.
They pleaded and pleaded but I didn't let my guard down. So, they pulled me out of my chair.
"Fine! I'm coming with you! Hold your horses" I held up my arms in surrender.
I was about to take off my robe but the eyes of the boys pierced our body. Maven and Cal looked at their fiancées with pride— Cal actually looked at me that way and Maxon to America, the only relief look I got was from my brothers, the only ones to get to see me in a bikini. I swim in the palace pool in suit, like a diving suit. Super covered.
I took it off, and so was the loose bun I have. I tried to be flirty for once, so I flipped my hair and turned my head towards Maxon and secretly to Cal, he slowly took everything in, then I winked to finish my little game. I saw him gulped and I smirked once I faced the girls.
"Told you she has that!" Wendy nudge America. She just nodded.
"You want me to join you? Let's go!" I pulled their hands towards the water.
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Betrothed (The Selection series and Red Queen Fanfic)
FanfictionDelancy Seraphina Mortensen, Crown Princess of Gardenia is the best friend of Maxon Calix Schreave, Crown Prince of Illéa. Asked if his best friend will help him to choose a girl in his on-going Selection. Delancy on the other hand, is being told...