The Prince - Book Two - A The Selection Fanfiction

Chapter One - The Elite

       I sighed as I opened my eyes.  Day one of the elite.  I  pulled off my covers and decided on a bright yellow day dress that had my signature skirt and fitted bodice, along with long sleeves.  I slipped on a pair of white heels and swiped light pink lipgloss on my lips.  I quickly put on a thin line of black eyeliner and left my maids sleeping in my room.
       I quickly headed to breakfast and sat in a cluster with the elite girls.  I had to get their names down!  Belle Love of Paloma.  I recited in my mind.  Kimmer Glitz of Summer, Haegan Newsome of Belcourt, Caspan Erics of Lakedon, and Chestnut Browns of Calgary.  Then me.  The elite six.
       I sat in between Caspan and Chestnut, with Kimmer directly across from me.  The royal family, excluding Queen America, were already seated in their thrones.  Where was she?  Breakfast was quickly served and we all ate with a sound.  There was a strange essence about the room today, making me little afraid.  King Maxon stood up and spoke.
       "I have some quite unhappy news for you, ladies."  He said, look at his feet.  "My wife, Queen America, has fallen ill with Royal Fever.  She is in a coma and we don't know when she'll wake up.  The doctors aren't certain if she'll live either.
       "I regret to have to say this but it is the truth.  If she is to die, then Aaron must choose one of you immediately to become his wife and the queen of Illéa."
       Gasps and murmurs filled the room but I just stared in disbelief at Aaron.  He had a worried look on his face a she stared back at me.  I gave him a sympathetic look and stood, walking to the women's room with the rest of the elite girls.        There was gossiping and a few girls even had the nerve to say that if America died they hoped they'd become queen.  It was sickening. 
       Then again, if girls had died from Royal Fever earlier in the selection then who was to say it wouldn't happen to America too?  I could only hope she would recover and stay alive for much longer.  She was much to young to die. 
       "Ambree."  Caspan nudged me and pointed up at Aaron who was standing in the  doorway of the room. 
       He gestured silently for me to come with him and I rose, striding towards him.  We walked without a noise to the garden and sat on a bench. Once we were seated, he sighed.  I glanced up at him and gave him a weak smile, knowing he was probably concerned deeply for his mother. 
       I leaned into his chest and he put his arm over my shoulder, making everything much more comfortable.  We sat in silence like that for quite awhile, occasionally sighing or looking at each other and smiling.  Everything was peaceful and it definitely helped that the weather was so nice.  The moment seemed perfect and nothing could change that.  Yet.