Falling for the Unexpected (wolfstar)

The Beginning

   It was a cold and rainy Sunday night when Sirius found himself getting dressed to the beginning of the most important time of his entire life.

   The Selection. The tradition that went deep in his family through generations. It was by the Selection that his father, Orion, had met his mother, Walburga, who was a Two at the time, and they fell in love and got married, living happily with their two sons, Sirius and Regulus. Or, at least, that's what they wanted people to think. However, Sirius was inclined to believe there wasn't much love between his parents.

   Maybe that was the reason why he was so scared. Sirius wanted to be a good king and rule his nation properly, of course, with a good queen alongside him, but he also wanted to fall in love. He wanted to have someone that he could trust and give his whole heart to. And he knew the Selection was his only chance to find that. 
But what happens if he doesn't?

   'Well,' he thought. 'No good will come of thinking like this.'

   Just as he finished putting his outfit on, there was a knock on the door, and his mother entered the bedroom soon after. Sirius took a deep breath and followed her, no words needed.

   The raining increased outside, and the sky was filled with dark clouds. It was as if the weather was sensing Sirius' mood. He was so immersed in his thoughts that he didn't notice his mother was talking to him until he felt a rather painful pinch on his left arm.

   "Sirius!"

   "Pardon, mother. I was distracted." He answered, head low as if he was afraid she would slap him any second.

   "Pull yourself together, boy. You know full well that this Selection is an opportunity to get ourselves new alliances with other countries and—"

   "And find an honorable and noble young woman, I know, I know'" he completed, already sick of having heard that same speech over and over again for the last couple of years.

   "Don't interrupt me, you insolent boy!," she hissed angrily at him. "If only your brother was the older one and the heir...everything would be much easier."

   Sirius remained quiet. At this point, he knew better than to try and defend himself. He was already the difficult son, the different one, the disgrace of the Black family. The Selection, as Walburga often said, was the only chance Sirius had of doing something good for them.

   However, he couldn't help but agree with her. If Regulus was the heir, everything would be easier.

   'But he isn't,' Sirius constantly told himself. 'I am. And I have to deal with it.'

   Just as he repeated that to himself, they reached the Great Hall's doors. This would be the first time Sirius would see the selected women in person. He was almost shaking from nerves, and his hands were all sweaty.

   "Try not to make a fool out of yourself," Walburga murmured to him, before turning to the guards and telling them to open the doors.

   With that excellent encouragement in mind, Sirius stepped into the Great Hall right after his mother, The Queen of Illéa.

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   When Sirius entered the Great Hall, instead of looking over to where his father and his brother already sat, he moved his eyes towards the back of the room, where thirty five young women waited anxiously for his arrival. He also couldn't help but notice that a bunch of camera men were standing in the corner, and had to fight to supress a grimace. He had forgotten that Illéa Capital Repport, the country's most famous program, would be encharged of filming their first encounter with the prince.