The One (SelectionFanfic)

~ • Chapter 4 • ~

I do not own any of the characters/settings in The Selection Series, all credits go to the amazing Keira Cass

© 2014

NOT EDITED (July 26, 2014)

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There must be some good I did that rewarded me this day. My cheeks were aching from smiling and laughing from out of practice. If I knew mornings would be this cheerful I would have converted in an instant.

"But that wasnt the best part! Adele then pulled the bullhorn announcing our breaktime and then shouted: 'There are rats! Rats!' everyone just looked at her and continued as if she didnt say a thing!"

The Queen and I were currently sitting in the window sill of the Women's Room, none of the girls were here since it was still very early. She was telling me stories of her childhood with her sisters and the times when her dad brought them to work. They were doing well for Fours.

I laughed at her sister's embarrassment but I was beaming with happiness inside since the moment she asked me to accompany her and then joked on how if i hadnt been playing the piano, she would have to resort to making conversation with Silva-who apparently isnt a very nice person in the morning.

"I would have told her off but her expression were so serious it was hilarious!" the Queen continued as her eyes pooled with happy tears, her tea forgotten infront of her as well mine. I wasnt tea person to begin with anyway. Her maids were standing silently by the corner, near the door. They too seem to have problems at keeping their laughter in as I saw one of them cover it up by coughing but failed. This was a whole different side of the queen. Her inner Four, her inner her.

" Now enough of this story-telling. Adele would slice me up if she finds out I've been telling her embarrassing moments to her favorite Elite" the queen said, sobering a bit, though her eyes retained its happy gleam and the corner of her lips, upturned.

Hold on, did she say favorite Elite?

Favorite? Me?

As if reading my mind, the queen swallowed her tea and said:

"You have my sister that for she did not tell me why. But now I see why"

Now I see why?

Did that mean that I'm her favorite? That couldnt be right? I mean for all I know she might have these moments with the other girls, but by her relaxed state that came after I told her I would love to accompany her-it looked like this is her first time.

"Now how about that song you were going to sing to me?" the queen said, her eyes not meeting mine, probably because she knew what my response would be. Not wanting to ruin the happy mood, I slowly moved towards my violin only to be handed by the maid nearest to the case. I smiled in thanks and she returned it.

Standing diagonal to the queens position, as I dont want to completely block the guards' view of the queen from the open door.

And I started playing.

The song rendering me submissive to its melody and not the other way around. I was servant to its notes. And I loved it.

I didnt know when I stopped but when my opened my eyes, half of the sun's circular shape is on full view. And it quiet. I panicked. I havent played in a long time so I've been out of practice. But I've been playing since I was three, so I couldnt be that bad right? Looking at the maids and guards' awed expressions I guess not. But I wanted to hear, to know the reaction of the person who asked me play when I really needed it's release.

The Queen looked awed and proud. She was full-on beaming, and her eyes watered a bit.

"That was beyond beautiful" was all the queen said after a few seconds of silence, soon followed by quiet.

"Is it okay of you sing for me darling?"

I gave a short shy nod. Oh oh, I'm not even sure if my voice still remembered its Christmas songs.

Not wanting to dissapoint, I started singing the first line that popped in my head.

(β~For now the song would be 'Thousand Years' by Christina Perrie)

I have loved you for a thousand mooorreeee

After singing that last line my mind went a few years back. Christmas morning. It was one of those rare times where my mom wasnt in her moods. Everyone was blissfull. Kenna had just gotten married, so she decided to invite James over too. Then Kota's popularity didnt get in his head, he only sold a few sculptures. Gerard was just a happy baby causing all of us to laugh at his antics and coo at his grins. As a special treat Mom sang for us. A rarity and then surprised me by pulling me off my chair and placing me beside her-an invitation of sorts to which I gladly accepted. We sang my parents love song. Its lyrics spoke of eternal love, accompanied with me playing the piano (though beat up and slightly off tune).

I smiled at the memory.

Suddenly I heard claps. Looking back at the Queen, she was sporting watery eyes and a very huge proud grin-and to think her smile couldnt have gotten bigger and brighter. Her hands stopped its soft clapping but was soon echoed with more as I saw the maids' teary eyes and the guards open mouths. Lucy, Anne and Mary were there too! How did they get there?

Lucy was sobbing quietly while Anne held her hands and patted her back, though she too wore a proud grin. Mary's expression was the odd one out. No she didnt look repulsed-thank Heavens-quite the opposite actually. Her lips were turned to a knowing smirk and her eyes were glowing with happiness and smugness. But she wasmt looking at me. No her eyes were fixed on a point behind me.

Slowly turning around, my hands slightly shaking from anxiety and nervousness, I caught eyes with the man I thought-slashed-hoped not to see.

His expression was blank but his eyes were curious, that much I could see.

King Clarkson just heard me sing. And he isnt mad.