Love is Worth Fighting For - A Selection Fan Fiction

Chapter 2

POV: CHARLES
"Charles, please open up. I know your upset, but please hear me out," my mom said on the other side of my locked door. "I already know what you're going to say. I need to think; please leave me alone," I replied back. I heard her walk away. It all started like this...

We were sitting down at breakfast. My dad at the head of the table, my mom on his right, and me on his left. "Do you remember how we met?" my dad said as he laughed. My mom looked at him, "And just think, Charles gets to do the same thing in a couple of months," she answered. I chocked on my food and looked up. "What?" I questioned. "Charles for the better of our nation, you need to go through a selection," my mom answered. I looked at her shocked. "Listen, I know you found love ,and it was practically a fairytale, but no, I'm not going to go through with this. I can find a wife on my own. I'm a big boy now, you have to start treating me like one," I countered. My mom and dad rolled their eyes. "When you're in the royal family, you have to sacrifice some, and it might not be a sacrifice in the end," my dad instructed me. I looked at him and rolled my eyes, "I've given up my whole childhood and my future to be king. You really want me to give my heart to some girl drawn from a bowl, wearing a inch of makeup," I yelled. "You're not giving up your heart, you're finding a wife," my dad calmly said back. I stood up and left with my mom at my heels.

I sat on my bed, there is no way I'm getting out of this. I thought. Someone knocked gently on my door. I didn't reply but did open my door. My dad was on the other side, my mother next to him. Clearly she had been crying. My dad gave me a hug then my mom hugged me tightly and kissed my cheek. I stood there as they left. Words weren't necessary, I knew they felt bad for me. This is probably a last resort to calming the nation. I layed on my bed. In six months, thirty-five girls will be at my house fighting for my heart. In two years, I'll have a wife I hopefully love. In one year, I'll be king. It all started settling in now.

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It had been over four months since I decided to go through the selection. "Prince Charles, what color do you want the sheets? We have over a hundred different choices," one servant asked me. "White and gold, peferably. Add a light blue if you can," I responded. She bowed and left upright as the chef approached me "Prince Charles," he called as he rushed a bow. "We need to discuss the menu tomorrow, when's a good time?" He asked. "Three," I responded as ten other servants approached me calling my name. Today was going to be crazy, I could already tell. I finished answering questions around dinner time. That's when it hit me, I hadn't eaten since seven this morning. My stomach rumbled.