I like awake in bed with my eyes wide open and know I'm gonna have a sleepless night. Since it's around 11:00pm I highly doubt anyone but a few guards are going to be awake, so I slip out of bed and leave my room. I find myself walking aimlessly down a lot of long hallways, and have no idea what I'm even looking for. It isn't until I come across a hallway with giant family portraits that I actually acknowledge the beautiful art work that they have here in the palace.
When I begin walking down the hallway I'm slow and quiet, as if not to wake the people in the giant frames. I stop walking and set my gaze on the last picture in the hallway and see Queen America, King Maxon, and Prince Damon in a beautiful family portrait. They all look so powerful and beautiful at the same time.
As I'm about to take a closer look at the picture I hear voices in the distance and run back down the hallway. I'm about to turn the corner when I run right into someone and am pinned against the wall.
"What the.." I begin to gasp but my words get caught in my throat when I realize who is pinning me to wall. Prince Damon.
"Are you crazy?", Damon yells at me.
"Me?!", you're the one who has me pinned up against a wall!"
"You aren't even supposed to be out in the halls this late at night. Get back to your maid head quarters immediately before I have you fired".
"Wait a second", I say in disbelief. "You think I'm a maid?".
"Well what else would you be?"
"Well I am most definitely not a maid but let me help you out. There are 35 new girls living in your palace right now and you've never seen me around here before today, so can you put two and two together?!".
"Sorry, I just assumed that based on the way you're dressed right now.." he trails off while looking me up and down. I didn't understand what he meant until I felt a cool breeze travel across my legs and realized I'm currently only wearing my underwear and my long, baggy t-shirt. I can feel myself blush and by the way he's smirking right now I know he can see me blush too. Then we just stand there in silence, with his right arm still pinning me against the wall and I watch as he puts his left arm against the wall and leans closer to me. He can see how uncomfortable I am right now but he doesn't care. He's enjoying this, I can tell, and I hate him for it.
"So, what's your name?" he asks casually even though his face is only about 3 inches away from mine.
"C-Carter" I stumble, "Carter Lively".
"Isn't Carter a boys name?" He asks
"Doesn't being a prince require having some class?" I ask in return.
"Fair enough", Damon replies while winking at me. "Well, Carter Lively, you should really be getting to bed, but I must say that it was a pleasure to meet you, and I look forward to seeing you tomorrow morning".
"Same to you", I manage to say without stumbling but my breathing remains uneven for he then bends down grabs my right hand and gently kisses it before wishing me goodnight.
Once I can no longer hear Damon's footsteps I run in the opposite direction of him and somehow find my way back to my room. I then rush into bed and let out a giant breathe that I just realized I was holding before rolling over and hoping tomorrow never comes.
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The Selected
Fanfiction20 years after Maxon chose America, it is time for their 18 year old son, Damon to choose his match. 18 year old, tom boy, Carter Lively thinks nothing of the selection... That is until she is chosen herself. Forced out the door by her family, Carte...
