How I met the prince. (A the selection and divergent crossover story.)

Endings & Beginnings. Chapter 2.

(A/N: i am so sorry for taking so long updating, I just couldn't think of anything but anyway here's chapter two! Let me know what you think... personally I'm not a fan of it but I wanted to keep you updated.)

Disclaimer: I don't own Divergent or The Selection, all rights go to Veronica Roth and Kiera Cass.

It takes me about a minute to realise what has happened. I, Beatrice Prior, have been chosen for Prince Tobias Eaton's selection, and I don't know what to make of it. Royalty doesn't appeal to me, so why should I care? I'll tell you one reason why I should care, my best friend Riley has been in love with the prince for as long as I can even remember, not a day has gone by where she hasn't told me something about him she's read in her fathers issue of the newspaper, or, showed me a picture of him she's torn from the newspaper at school. I know that the selection means a great deal to her, and I told her I wouldn't enter but I technically didn't enter, my mother entered me, it wasn't my choice, and now I was selected, and so was Riley and I have to go up against her to win the heart of a prince. "Beatrice, I'm so happy for you! Congratulations." My mother grins, taking me out of my thoughts and embracing me into a hug, I smile back, softly and embrace her back. "Are you excited to go to the palace?" She asks.
"I'm not very sure.." I confess and she nods.
"Beatrice, you better pack up your things, there will be a guard here as soon as you're up in the morning." My father says and I nod.
"Okay. I'll start packing."
"Okay, we will start dinner." My father replied and my mother and father disappear into the kitchen. I look at Caleb. "How do you feel about Susan being picked?" Caleb and Susan love each other, and it's clear, they're always talking and holding hands, there's nothing serious like engagement but they do love eachother, and now Susan has been picked, I imagine she got entered the same way I did, by her parents.
"I'm not happy about it, but if her parents need the money like ours then I appreciate it, what she's doing is immensely selfless, I don't mind, I'll see her again, anyway." He smiles, optimistic as always.
"You will." I reply.
"You best pack. I need to help mother and father with dinner." I nod and stand up, heading upstairs and he departs for the kitchen. As I finish climbing the stairs, I notice the mirror I was sitting at, not so long ago- before all of this happened when my mother was combing my hair and telling me what a great queen I'd be. I walk up to the mirror, and before I can stop myself, I whip off the sheet that was covering the mirror and look at my reflection, examining myself, my mothers words go through my mind. "Oh Beatrice you'd make a beautiful queen!" She said earlier today at this very spot, I shake my head, I'm nothing compared to the women chose. I didn't even look like my family, my mother has dark brown hair and pale green eyes, my father has dark hair and green eyes, also, and my brother has dark hair and my mothers pale green eyes, a hooked nose and dimpled cheeks, I, on the other hand, have dull blonde hair and grey eyes, I don't even fit into my family, never mind a royal family. I breathe out a sigh and look at my reflection for a short while longer before covering the mirror again. I go to my room and get out a little bag, filling it with my favorite grey sweater for when I feel homesick, and a ragged bear I've had since birth, that's all I want to take, that's all I need. I look around my room, it was plain and small, much like I was, all that consisted of it was, a chest of drawers, a single bed and a small closet, I exhale a sigh, I'm going to go from this modest room, I've grown up in, to a room in a palace probably much bigger and grander. I close my bag and go downstairs to eat dinner with my family. At dinner, small talk was exchanged about the articles in the newspaper, and me and Caleb just sat and listened, like Abnegation children do, when we were done, Caleb and I washed the dishes and then embraced our parents goodnight, heading to our rooms. I sit on my bed, untying my bun when my mother walks in.
"Hello Beatrice." She smiles.
"Hi mother." I reply and pull out my hair and shake out the messy parts.
"I am so proud of you, dear for doing what you are doing. I know that it doesn't appeal to you but you did it for our family, so we can live no longer in poverty. I'm very proud of you, Beatrice, I really am. I hope that the prince sees these qualities you posses and chooses you to be his wife, because nobody else would make such a perfect queen." She smiles.
"Thank you, Mother. I love you, so much."
"I love you too." She replies and then she embraces me, we stay like this for a few minutes before she kisses my head and leaves with a soft goodnight. I lay down on my bed and within a few minutes I'm asleep.
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The next morning, I wake up and stretch, today is the day I go to the palace, I go and wash my face and brush my teeth, put on my grey dress and I tie my hair back into a bun. I walk down the stairs and enter the kitchen to see a guard sitting at our table drinking tea. "You must be Beatrice." He says. "I'm Eric, I'll be escorting you to your car to the palace. Whenever you are ready to leave, let me know."
"I'm ready now." I reply and he nods. I turn to my mother and hug her.
"Goodbye mom, i will try to contact you."
"Goodbye Beatrice. I love you. Be brave."
"I will." I say and breathe in her scent for the last time in who knows how long? I then move onto my father, he envelopes me into a hug.
"Goodbye. I love you." He speaks up.
"I love you too. Bye father." I move onto Caleb next.
"Bye Caleb." I hug him.
"Bye Beatrice." He hugs me back. Eric grabs my small bag and swings it over his shoulder, with one hand he holds my back and with the other he's holding the handle of the gun that is in a holder on his hip, just in case of any attackers. I turn around to see my mother hugging my father, his hand patting her back comfortingly and Caleb is biting his lip, I feel my eyes tear up and I sniffle telling myself to be strong. Eric leads me to a sleek, and stylish black car and opens the door for me, I get in and put my seatbelt on, looking around, there I see Susan sitting next to me, Natalia sitting in the chair facing Susan, Harriet in the middle and Riley, facing me, I avert my eyes toward Susan and look at her, she has blonde hair and brown eyes, she's very pretty, Caleb definitely deserves someone as pretty as Susan is, I then look at Harriet, she has pale skin, green eyes and black hair, she's beautiful in an unusual way, I look at Natalia, she's dark skinned and slim, with big brown eyes and brown hair that's always styled immaculately, she's stunning and lastly Riley, Riley was beautiful, she was part Asian, and her hair was long and brown, she was really tall too, whenever I was with her I felt inferior, she was gorgeous and I was the opposite. I sighed, appearance wise I don't have a chance at even getting in round one. I finally lock eyes with Riley and her usual happy gaze turns into daggers, and I know, as soon as we are alone I will get an ear full. The car finally sets off and we are going, to the palace, to fight for the heart of a prince.
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The car pulls up at the palace about two hours later, and when the chauffeur helps us out of the car I'm amazed at what I see, a huge palace with many windows, painted in white with marble steps leading towards it, greenery and flowers are around and there are fountains spraying water. It was beautiful. We get rushed into the palace and it's just as amazing as the outside, marble floors and beautiful artwork on the walls, there we are met with a dark skinned man about thirty, he looks us over and nods. "Hello ladies, welcome to the palace, I'm Max, the head guard, I'm going to go over a few rules with you now:
One: never harm another selected, don't hurt them or try to sabotage them, if you do the matter will be for the prince to decide but it will most likely be elimination.
Two: relationships with anyone other than the prince is prohibited, if you are found in a relationship with someone that isn't the prince you will be punished, that can range from a beating to death.
Three: you cannot leave the palace alone, you have to be escorted or dismissed by the prince.
Four: you do not demand to see the prince. He will come and see you when he is good and ready. However, if he is at a gathering and you are there, for example, the welcome dinner tonight or a ball or whatever you may speak to him.
Five: you mustn't eat anything from outside of the palace or wear anything, what you are wearing now, what you have brought with you will be burnt.
Six: you must be present at each report, unless stated otherwise.
And lastly, you must do exactly what the prince asks, even if it means more than a kiss." I almost have to stop my jaw from dropping, all my life I've been told that sex was saved for marriage and now if the prince wants it, he'll get it, just like that? "Is that clear?" Max asks and we all nod. "Okay, your maid will escort you to your rooms, bathe you and clothe you ready for the welcome dinner this evening, thank you for your time, your maid will be here presently." At that he walks off and some women walk over. "Hello you must be Lady Beatrice." One says, "I'm Fiona your maid, come, let me escort you to your room. Follow me." She says and I do so, I follow her up the grand marble staircase to a bedroom, much different to mine at home, the bed was double and four postered with white sheets, there was a huge window that showed the garden, a beautiful garden, I must admit, a plush blue loveseat pushed up against the wall, a desk table with a plush stool, the desk had notebooks and pens, a bookcase filled with literature, and a full length mirror on one wall. Through one door was a closet, it was empty for now but Fiona reassured me that as soon as the selection starts I'll have many dresses in there, and through another was my own bathroom with a bathtub which was full ready for my bath, a shower, a sink and a toilet it was filled with soaps and towels.
"It's beautiful.." I say and Fiona nods.
"Yes it is, now come on, take off those clothes so you can take your bath and I can burn them." I bite my lip and unzip my dress tights and shoes, I take it off in the bathroom and put on a bath robe, I come out of the bathroom and hand it to her. I see her holding my favourite grey sweater, and I frown. "Please, don't burn that. It's important to me, it'll make me remember home." She nods.
"Oh alright, but keep it hidden." I smile and take it, putting it under my pillow.
"Now take your bath before it gets cold." I nod and go to the bathroom taking off the bath robe and getting into my bath. Sitting in the warm tub was so foreign to me, baths were a luxury back in Abnegation I would usually just have short showers and the water wouldn't be so warm. I soak there for an hour or so and then I get out. I dry myself and put back on the robe, I know that the maids were supposed to help me with this sort of thing but I truly wasn't confident enough to show my body like that. As I walk out of the bathroom I notice a mannequin wearing the most beautiful dress I have ever seen, it's grey silk and strapless, there is a diamond belt on the waist and it blooms out at the bottom, and reaches the floor "Wow." I say to nobody in particular.
"It's for you, Lady Beatrice."
"For me?" I ask, shocked.
"But of course. It's your dress for the welcome dinner, we wanted to go with your home faction colours so we chose grey. Now sit, we must do your hair and makeup." I take a seat and Fiona begins putting things on my face and playing with my hair, when she brushes it, she reminds me of my mother, she's so gentle, just like her, it makes me miss her so much. Next we put on my dress and then I look in the mirror, it's like I was a different person, my lips were stained with peach, my eyelashes were dark and long, my eyebrows were neat and tidy, my eyelids had a nude colour on and my freckles were covered with makeup, and my hair was tied into a bun, like a usual abnegation, but this one was different, it was braided and then twisted into a bun, stray pieces hung down and they were wavy. I stare at myself. I didn't feel like Beatrice anymore, I felt like someone new, someone remade, I am no longer the quiet Abnegation girl, I am the competitive suitor, I am no longer Beatrice, I am... Tris.