My Selection

Chapter 4- The Meetings

I couldn't stay focused the next couple days. My heart aches to be with him even though I couldn't.

Before I knew it the girls were arriving and I couldn't meet then yet. Which is perfectly fine with me.

I know it's basically every guy's dream to have girls throw themselves at him but I can't imagine anybody to be with except for August. We been secretly dating for 2 years and all that went down the drain because of this stupid Selection.

No girl can replace what we had. Probably no one can.

I walk down to The Women's Room. I just want to get this done and over with. 

None of the girls really stuck out to me. I'm just ready to cut them all. But that would look suspicious. So, I played along and acted genuinely interested in them being here. But as soon as I can get them out, the better.

Most of the girls were straight forward except for Luna. I feel like she's knows more than she's letting on which could be problematic for me. I will have to keep an good eye on her for now till she gets cut.

After I had my proper introductions with the ladies I go back to my study to look at budgets for this year. Unable to concentrate I ask one of my butler's to ask if Luna would like to hang out in the rec room. Mostly to she what she knows. Plus, it will also look good for Illéa as terms for a distraction.

I head down to the rec room to get things ready because I told him to have her meet me at 3 and it's now 2:30.

I brought out some of my favorite games and movies. I'll let her decide what we will do.

My the time I'm done arranging things it's 3:55 and she should be here any minute.

Next thing I know she walks in with a sky blue gown that goes down past her knees. She looks like she has minimal makeup on and her dark brown hair is curled and put into a elaborate ponytail.

"Prince Landen" she curtises.

"Oh no, the pleasure is all mine Miss Riddle"

"So, you get right to it don't you?" She blurts out. Her hand flies up to her mouth." I'm so sorry I didn't mean to say that"

"You know you could be beaten for that?"

"Yes, your highness."

"Well, I'll spare you in exchange for what you know."

"What do you mean?"

"I know you're hiding something my dearest, and I suggest you tell me if you want to live."

"I do think I know something about you" She bites her lip.

"Which is?"

"You're gay aren't you?"