Miraculous Selection

The Journey

Just a friendly reminder, this story won't be EXACTLY like the series. Instead of thirty-five girls, there are ten.

Sabine(Maman)'s POV 

The poor dear cried all night long. Was she really that upset about it? I knew she would be unenthusiastic, but not like this. I really didn't mean to make her feel that bad. 

"Tom!" I nudged him gently. He grunted in response. "Can you go check on Marinette? I am worried about her." He mumbled something, and I just gave up. I rose from my bed and crept to marinette's room, trying to not make a sound, though it was hard with all the loose planks of wood. 

"Marinette?" I called. She shot me a cold look, and then began glaring at this picture in her lap. "What are you looking at?" I reached for the photo, and yanked it away from my reach, then continued to glare at it. I hunched over her shoulder and looked at the photo. It was a picture of her and one of our neighbor boys a year ago. I wonder why she treasured it so much.

"Marinette, I want you to know that this is a choice that is completely your own. I support you whatever you choose Marinette. The reason I'm doing this is so that you can sit in a castle and have sufficient meals... at least for the time being."

Marinette's expression changed. I walked out of the room, to hear an uncertain silence.

Marinette's POV 

I watched as Maman exited the room, her words echoing in my mind. My family really did care for me. They were only looking out for the best for me. They didn't care about the prince, they only wanted to see me in regal clothing and with a full stomach for once. I no longer saw any reason to stay, except for my family, who wished I would go. Nathaniel had passed me by, so I had nothing stopping me now.  It would at least give me time to get over him.

I walked over to my parent's room. "Maman?" I said. 

Maman literally sprung out of bed. "Yes?"

"I-Is it too late to still attend the Selection?" I asked nervously. 

"Not at all, dear." Maman said, a bit of pride on her smile. "We have two weeks to pack your things."

TWO WEEKS? Okay, I had a lot of things I wanted to take to the castle, and only one suitcase to fit it in. Especially all the dresses and gowns they would force us to wear during the Selection. Well, I guess it was time to get to work.

Time skip

As I was packing my things, I saw something through my window. Again, red hair, which meant Nathaniel. That's not stalking, is it?

He was with another girl, are they going out? He found another girlfriend already? Is he that over me? 

As tears sprang to my eyes, I inhaled deeply and told myself that it wasn't worth it. I continued packing my things as I tried to get his name out of my head.

Time skip (Cuz me lazy :)   )

I had my suitcase waiting by the door side, and I studied the little cottage I had treasured and used for so long. Who knew when I saw it again? Who knew when I saw the village again? Who knew when I saw my family again?

I held back tears as I heard the doorbell ring. My family and I rushed to open it, I lagging behind. There was a tall, skinny man who gave all of us a cold stare. 

"Lady... Marinette?" He questioned, remaining in poise. I stepped forward. His face remained stone. "May I have a friendly chat in private with the lady? Just about basic rules regarding the selection." My mum nodded, suddenly shy, or sad.I couldn't tell.

"Yes, sir?" I said once in private.

He studied the clipboard. "Lady Marinette, you have no idea how honored and privileged you are to be a part of the Selection. I understand you are the lowest caste in the Selection." He said it as if it was a casual thing I was used to. "Therefore, you have less experience on how to behave in the royal presence. Number one, never, I repeat, never, turned the prince down no matter what he may be asking of you." I shivered.

"Number two, you are expected to treat the other nine candidates with respect, they being higher in caste than you. No matter how they treat you, it is the law for you to respect those above you. Number three..."

I zoned out after that. It seemed like he went on and on. Finally he said, "Is that clear?"

I gave a hasty nod. "Good..." he said. "Grab your things, say your goodbyes, and I will be waiting outside, Lady Marinette." he seemed to stress that word, as if he didn't think it should be there. My heart curled in anger for his discrimination towards me.