The Royal Prince Selection

"Congratulations, Queen Amelia! It's two twin boys!" The maid said with joy, as she held the two bundles in her arms so the Queen could take a look. One of them was screaming and crying while the other one cries in a soft tone as if he had trouble breathing.

"I think I'll name the quieter one Damon and the noisier one Daniel." The Queen said softly and tiredly.

"The Queen is tired. Give her some peace and quiet. Take the kids to the nursery." King Marcus ordered, his tone full of authority. The maid nodded an left the room, heading toward the nursery. Just as the maid set down the twins, the palace erupted into chaos. Alarms went off. Windows shattered. The rebels were in the palace! Palace guards rushed into the nursery to protect the newborn heirs, but the rebels were highly skilled and cut down the palace guards with no problem.

A half an hour later, the rebels retreated. Not because they had to, but because the damage was done. The royal family was safe and untouched. Unusual. Weird. Why? Why not kill them? Was that not their plan?

Sadly, the maid was killed in the raid, and she was the only one who knew which twin was older. So the heir to the throne remained unknown and mysterious.

Now the princes are nineteen, and were told to hold a selection. 30 girls, one crown.

Credits:

Selection Idea: @p.hantom (Instagram)
Royals: @p.hantom (Instagram)
Selected: Me!