The Crown

THEY'RE CALLED OBSERVERS. THE ONES WHO WATCH US THROUGHOUT OUR ADOLESCENT LIVES. FROM THE MOMENT WE'RE BORN, TO THE MOMENT WE TURN NINETEEN. They analyze every action and decision we make. Making sure they factor in everything. BY THE TIME OF OUR NINETEENTH BIRTHDAY, THEY KNOW US BETTER THAN WE DO. They have us take one final test. Then, the place us into our perfect little life that we will live out forever. They tell us whether we should go into the arts, education, service, army, accounting and banking, law and government, or building and designing. And usually, they're right. IT IS HIGHLY UNLIKELY FOR AN OBSERVER TO BE WRONG.

Every twenty years, eighteen girls are categorized into royalty. Eighteen girls can't all be princess at once. So they compete. That's right. Compete for the crown. And, for the heart of the prince.

But the heart of the prince might not be the heart Annora Kleckner wins.