Tris Prior's Selection

Chapter Six-The Chasm and Albert

Tris' POV

"Lady Beatrice, if you would please follow me, I'll show you where the other Ladies are." A perfectly dresses butler says with his hands folded over each other. I nod politely and follow him along the breathtaking train for a little bit until he slides open a door to reveal a room full of vintage chairs and comfy seats, I can see the other girls have already sat down. Molly and Patricia are in one corner and the other girls who went before me in another.

"Lady Tris!" Christina exclaims, smiling at me. I take this as a sign to walk over.

"May I sit here?" I ask.

"Why would we call you over if you couldn't." Shauna says with another smile. I shrug and sit down next to Marlene on the velvet corner sofa they've commandeered.

"So, who's your dress by?" Marlene asks, I frown.

"My friend gave it to me?" I say nervously.

"Oh, well mines Layla Martine from Amity, her dresses are just divine!" Christina squeals. All four girls launch into a conversation about dresses, Myra holding back a little, as the last girl boards the train.

"Okay Ladies, it will take us just under an hour to reach the palace where you will first, meet your maids, meet the prince and the king in the dining room and the rules explained to you and then be shown your rooms." The man who boarded us onto the train says before leaving.

"So, do you guys know each other?" I ask.

"Well, Me and Shauna are practically sisters back in Dauntless and we met Christina before we boarded the train and now you." Marlene says, grinning, Myra just stays quiet. We chat for a while longer until Molly and Patricia come over to where we are sitting, one sitting either side of me. The scene reminds me of the ugly sisters in Cinderella, with me practically disappearing between them and their huge dresses.

"So, Lady Beatrice is it?" I nod. "What's it like being a useless Stiff?" Patricia asks, her and Molly sharing laugh. I look her straight in the eye.

"Well, honestly," I mock their Candor upbringing discretely. "I think it's rather pathetic that you both think being from Abnegation is useless, considering without us you most likely wouldn't have that dress on."

"Excuse me, it's a designer dress from Amity." Patricia exclaims.

"Yes, it was designed in Amity, but made in Abnegation, without us hardly anything in this city would work. There's nothing wrong with being a Stiff so call me it all you want." I stay polite and as lady like as I can throughout, and at the end Patricia and Molly storm off to the other end of the room. Ladies Christina, Marlene and Shauna gape at me like I've killed someone. I look down guiltily.
I'm no future Queen.

"I'm going to go." Before they can speak I get up and find myself a new seat with a round table next to it and bury myself in the world of My mind.

*time lapse*

I still feel concerned about how what I said could affect me in the selection when we are lead off the train and am met with massive crowds of people trapped behind metal bollards with a red carpet leading it's way up to the palace gates less than 100 meters away from the train tracks. I am the last Lady to get off and I notice the crowds holding up signs supporting their favourite girl. Guards walk beside each lady as she makes her way up the red carpet but, I notice, doesn't stop them from interacting with the people. None of them do and before long are all standing in front of the palace gates.

"Lady Beatrice?" The guard next to me asks, he looks rather young, and nervous.

"Am I allowed to speak to them?" I ask him. He nods.

"Of course, if that is what you would like." I begin to walk along and as I do, I see a small boy, almost crushed against the barriers, holding a small piece of paper saying Beatrice. Instantly walk over to him and his eyes light up. I crouch down so I'm a little lower than him.

"Hey, what's your name?"

"Albert." He whispers. "I'm from Candor." I smile at him.

"You haven't got much space down there have you." He shakes his head and I notice the crowd around as have gone silent, and cameras, which will later broadcast updates to the nation are filming us silently. I also notice, that King Marcus and Prince Tobias are now standing outside the gate, watching intently, the selected girls waiting politely either side of them though I know they must all be bursting with excitement.

They'll all have to wait, because right now, this boy is more important to me. I move the barrier slightly and help him squeeze through, he holds his sign proudly to his chest as I lead him to the centre of the carpet.

"What do you want to be when your older?" I ask, pushing a lock of longish brown hair from his eyes, holding one of his small hands in mine.

"I want to be dancer." He says, once again proud even in front of the all the people around us, and the cameras, listening intently. I smirk at him.

"Wanna dance?" I ask, he nods. Staying crouched down on the balls of my feet, Albert takes my hand and spins me around, though I do most of the work. He grins at me and I lift him up.

"Your gonna make an amazing queen, Tris!" He says excitedly. I frown.

"Al, you know how the selection works don't you?" I ask, the world around me fading away. He nods.

"Prince Tobias chooses the most beautiful and kind girl to be his queen and make him the happiest man alive. And that's you." I brush more loose hair behind his ears.

"How about I let you believe that for now hey?" He frowns but nods and I carry him back over the barrier and lift him over.

"I'll see you again okay?" I say, he nods, jumping up and down.

"Lady Beatrice. You good to go?" The guard asks, smiling. I nod.

"Yes."

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So I'm in Cornwall, the sea is beyond freezing but somehow I got a tan???? What the hell England?!
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