You, Y/N L/N, are a Six living in a beautiful country, Illéa. Maxon Schreave, the heir to the throne, is coming of age, meaning the Selection. You aren't very fond of the royal family, so you decide not to enter. But what happens if your mother grew terribly ill, and the only way to get the money and save her was to enter the Selection? What would happen if you were chosen? All characters except for Isa, her mother, and other side characters belong to Kiera Cass. The Selection fanfiction.

Maxon turned to you and Gavril, a hepacita tucked behind his ear and a shroud of serendipity over his eyes. "Lady [F/n] and Gavril? What an honor." "Apologies, were we interrupting something?" Gavril's eyes slid to Kriss, who didn't look as disappointed as one would expect. Meekly, you closed the distance between you and Maxon, curtsying. "The honor is all mine, your Majesty." The host bowed on cue, and the thin wash of pleasantry Maxon taken on cracked like nail polish. "Not at all," the prince replied to Gavril mid-bow, turning to you. "Disarm them." * Instead of Laila Toil being representing Panama in Maxon Schreave's Selection, a Seven is begrudgingly chosen, and the heir apparent's Selection becomes far more interesting. WARNING: when I say slow burn, I mean slow burn lol ***All characters besides minor originals (Gideon Friedman, Zeke Varga, Alexei Romanov, etc.) belong to Kiera Cass and The Selection series***