The Selection Secret

1.Maxon POV

Maxon POV

It was the day before the girls would get here, and to be honest, I'm not that excited. I mean, don't get me wrong, they all are sorta pretty, some more than others. But, I didn't really want to do this thing in the first place. It's "tradition," at least that's what my dad says, I mean, he's kinda a shitty dad if you ask me, but that's how he met my mom.

"Your Royal Highness, the ladies are arriving today, and you are expected to speak to them tomorrow." A servant says, poking his head out the balcony doors. Shit! I completely forgot that they arrived TODAY! Be cool Maxon, Be smooth, "Y-yes of course, thank you Thomas." Wow, way to stutter man, now he's going to think that I'm not freaking prepared. As he exits the balcony, I let out a long sigh, damn, this is going to be a rough few months.

2 HOURS LATER

"Are you ready honey?" My mom asks. "Yes mother thank you," I reply, ugh, always proper, always perfect for the damn cameras. As I walk out into the ballroom/main area, I hear cheers and cameras flash, smile Maxon, just smile, you're doing great, I tell myself.

I see the girls walking down the red carpet, some act like they own the place, and others act like it's fire from hell. But one girl grabs my attention, I remember her, what's her name, Amyra? No, Annabella? Ugh, I guess I'll find out tomorrow. She had beautiful blue eyes that I would DIE for I mean, I would trade them for my brown ones, and they'd go perfectly along with my silky honey-colored hair.

AFTER THE ARRIVAL (BACK AT THE CASTLE) ONE WEEK LATER

Finally! One week down, only god knows how many more are left! I've been looking for more guards since the rebels are getting worse and worse these days and I'm future king. I mindlessly go through the forms, by really caring, until my eyes stop at one BEAUTY! Woah, did I just think that? Beauty? Really? His pitch black hair looks like you could just run your hands through it and and it will still look gorgeous. And those bright green eyes are the most beautiful that I've ever seen in my entire life. But what caught the most of my attention, was his mysterious smile, that looks like he has so many secrets, and I want to know them all.

What the fuck Maxon? You're not gay, you have about 27 girls here just to win this stupid game that you didn't even want.

Ok, so he seems like a great fighter and, a yawn interrupted my thoughts. I checked the time, 1:36am! Dang, I better get some rest to interact with the girls tomorrow. So far, America's my favorite. (That's right! I remembered her name!) She wants to be my friend, and she will support me through this whole entire Selection process.

I should get some sleep, I'm going to be grouchy in the morning, but I have to put on the "proper and smile" face, as usual.

As I got into bed and started to drift off to sleep, but for some reason, the only thing that I can think about is that soldier from the forms. He's going to be America's personal guard, since she is the one that I see the most, so I'll be able to see his perfect face every day.

WTF? I'm just going to blame it on my tiredness and sleep, I'll make the call to the general first thing in the morning and recruit him from the army.

Aspen Leger, that has a nice ring to it.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING I THINK THAT IM GOING TO HAVE A GOOD TIME WRITING THIS NO MATTER HOW CRAPPY IT MAY BE I MEAN IT IS LIKE 12:45AM CURRENTLY AND THIS IS MY FIRST CHAPTER

Q:SO WHAT DO YOU THINK OF MAXON HAVING A LITTLE CRUSH ON THE "HOTTEST GUY IN TOWN?"

READERS QUESTION:HOW MANY LANGUAGES DO YOU SPEAK? WHICH ONES?

AUTHOR ANSWER:I SPEAK 3 LANGUAGES, AND THEYRE 1.SIGN LANGUAGE 2.ENGLISH 3.SPANISH (YES I KNIW THAT YOU DONT "SPEAK" SIGN LANGUAGE BUT STILL, YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!