The Selection [s.m & c.c]

the damn dancefloor

The second Camila felt the warm touch of Shawn's lips, she knew that it would be a problem. Kissing him was a problem in itself, but actually wanting to continue doing it was an even bigger problem. Her heart was pounding as their kiss continued, making her stop herself anxiously.

"I-uhm" Camila said, feeling completely besides herself. What was that feeling? Her heart was pounding and her face flushed. Shawn took his thumb and gently touched her lower lip, whilst he cracked a small smile.

He leaned in for a second kiss, and Camila let him. She simply could not help but feel a bit weak in the knees. Shawn was not like the other Princes, he seemed to understand. But it was all too good to be true, in Camila's mind. In the Selection one is never sure of the intentions are for the person, or for the throne. Yet, Camila continued kissing him any ways.

"Princess-" Shawn began, but Camila shook her head softly.

"Do not ruin it with words, okay?" She pleaded him. She wanted to remember that feeling in her chest, because if Camila was never able to feel that again, she would want to keep it going for as long as possible.

"But-" he began.

"No, Prince Shawn I beg of you. It would be so sad to ruin a moment like this with words, to further complicate the matter." She continued, interrupting him once again.

"I have to go now. But, that was a very lovely song, Prince." Camila finished off his sentence. She gently touched his hand, and got up from the piano stool, walking slowly out of the room leaving Shawn behind. He was speechless as she left him behind, and somehow, Camila enjoyed knowing she gave him that feeling.

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Turning the corner from the room she had just left Shawn in, Camila walked towards her bedroom. It was as if her whole body was drained from energy, as she was still working through the betrayal from her father. Camila finally reached the hall of her bedroom, only to be disappointed when seeing her mother wait for her, in front of her door. Camila walked up close to her mother, as she felt her heart nervously pound.

"Mila-" her mother began.

"Mother please, there is nothing to say." Camila spoke softly, and moved pass her mom to open the door and walk inside her room, well aware that her mother would follow her.

"Yes, yes there is Camila! I am your mother and you will listen!" Her mom continued.

"Really? So suddenly just because you are my mother, you demand my respect? You talk to me more as a Queen than as a mother." Camila snapped back.

"I have always been a great mother to you! Often more than you deserved." Her mother stated.

"Oh yeah? What a great mother you are, planning to marry off your daughter and heir to the throne!" Camila raised her voice. She had never done that towards her mother before. Camila was shocked by herself, but she also felt so frustrated that it was difficult for her to contain herself. The Queen sighed.

"As rulers of a country you do what is necessary for that country! One day when you are the ruler, you will understand and when that day comes you will be very sorry, for lashing out at me like this." Her mother finished her rant. Camila looked at her shocked, realising that her mother was not actually sorry, and she stood by her actions.

"You really think, that I would ever treat my child, the way that you and dad have treated me?" Camila asked.

"Once you realise that kingdom before blood is real, you will know that we only tried to arrange the marriage for you, so that we could all win. This also includes the citizens in this country, that are counting on us to prioritise them!" Her mother argued back. Camila knew her mother would not back down from this. Once the Queen had fully decided on her point of view, there was nothing Camila could do about it. The Queen cleared her throat.