His Choice (The Selection)

Chapter Twenty Five

Wrote by firerose11

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Deciding I had nothing better to do with my life unless I chose to throw a fit, which would do nothing but solidify Celia's  beliefs about me, I retreated to my room to read my letters.

They were still sitting where I had left them, and I yanked off my boots before plopping down on my bed, staring at the envelopes.

Option one: my brothers' letter, likely talking about how school was going and how lucky I was to not be there.

Option two: my father's letter in which he would detail how his campaign was going including the impact that the Selection was having on it.

Option three: Lily's letter, which almost was guaranteed to be amusing in one way or another.

Option four: Karigan's letter, where she would either scold me about giving her my stipends or inquire about the Selection and the prince.

I sighed and set aside all but the envelope containing my father's letter.  Might as well get it over with.

Ember,
As you can imagine, all hopes of my winning the upcoming election rest on your shoulders.  The polls have turned in my favor ever since people found out that you are in the Selection seeking the prince's hand.

Only imagine if you were to actually win the prince's hand in marriage.  Your father would be governor in no time, due to the fact that he was related to the royal family.

I insist that you do all you can to stay within the Selection.  None of the silly little mistakes you have made before.  Use your charm and win his heart.  It's the least you can do in exchange for all I've done.

If that doesn't work, I demand that you work to make sure that none of the other Selected want to stay.  This is war, not dress-up, so don't be afraid to get your hands dirty.

Do not fail me.

Father

I resisted the urge to tear up the letter.  He hadn't even ask me if I was okay.  It was just what I could do for him.  It wasn't enough that his sons would end up in prominent positions.

No, he had to have his daughter marry the prince just because it would help his political career.

Folding the letter back up, I stuffed it into the envelope before reaching for my brothers'.  At least, they wouldn't have anything to say about how I would benefit their careers.

Little Ems,

Kingsley failed another pop quiz.  Shocker, I know.

Just as shocking, Father sent you a letter talking about what an asset you could be to his career if you married the prince.  Typical.

On the other hand, if you don't win the snot-nosed prince's hand, there are plenty of real men waiting to ask for your hand.  I've already been approached by at least fifty of them at school.

Honestly, Ember, did you have to make such a spectacle of yourself?  If I hear one more guy who is at least twenty-eight gush about how beautiful and entertaining my sister is, I'm going to barf.  It's bad enough go think of you kissing the prince, but the thought of you kissing one of these leeches is horrendous.

If you do come back, lie low for while if only for your sake.  Trust me, you'll thank me one day.

Ever your affectionate brother,
Anson

Ember,

Anson failed the same quiz I did, so he can't brag too much.  Never mind that he'll do just that.