ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏʏᴀʟ sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ - advanced roleplay discussion

It's basically where you'd post something that is considered canon for your character or a ship. For example:

#1 When the twin princes went over the final fifty candidates, since they were able to pick out the thirty selected from those fifty, Oliver took a picture of each selected from their files, took a magazine cut out of a bride next to a groom and a groom next to a groom, and he cut out his face for one of the groups before putting the selected's face next to him. He did this for every one of those fifty candidates. Even if appearances didn't truly matter, he liked the visualization.

#2 When Mavis confided in Oliver that he'd had sex with one of the selected, Oliver teased him endlessly. He couldn't help it, he was so freaking proud of his twin. He did this move and said, "Mavis be gettin' some". Of course, two days later he was confiding in Mavis that he had "got some" and it was Mavis' turn to tease.

#3 Oliver's always been the weaker one of the twins, in his opinion at least. He was the chubby baby, almost nine pounds at birth, while Mavis was a small baby. He was the quiet one, while Mavis was the loud one. Mavis is the taller one at 6'1, while Oliver is 5'10. Mavis is lean and strong, and while Oliver's no pushover, he's definitely got a softer, boyish look to him. They're different in a lot of ways, but they're also a lot alike. They just kind of fit together. Oliver likes to describe them as peanut butter and jam (not jelly, because he likes jam better)

#4 Oliver & Mavis were taught by a private tutor as kids. Well, the tutor had a daughter. A daughter who was very mean to Oliver. She used to call him "Liver" or "Liver-breath" and would yank his hair and tell him he's not even really a crown prince (because of his twin situation). Well, one day she bullied him so badly he cried. Yes, Oliver cried because of a girl. And he went to Mavis in tears. Well, Mavis put a plate of green jello carefully balanced over a door. So the next day, when the girl used the door, it fell and smashed on her head. Green jello all over her hair and her dress. She was so upset, and needless to say, they got a new tutor within a week. Oliver never got bullied again, especially not by girls, and he grew stronger from the experience. Learned to laugh instead of cry, to let insults run off him like water on a duck.

#5 Oliver is not a morning person. Unless morning involves things he really wants to do, or sex. But seriously, baby boy needs his sleep. He doesn't function on anything less than ten hours. He's an extremely deep sleeper and puts on the best pouty face if someone tries to wake him, or if his lover leaves his bed.

#6 Basileo and Arietta were never the type people would guess to be friends. But surprisingly, the two click, like pb&j. They met the first day of the selection (which we totally have to plan out) and since that day have been thick as thieves, planning all the ways to lour their loves and eventually be related by marriage

#7 It's natural for a prince to ask his selected what they imagine their wedding to be like, what they'd want for their wedding, even if they're not the one yet. It was around their second or third date when Mavis brought up the subject to Caleb. Caleb wasn't really keen to discuss it, but finally he looked away and admitted shyly, "I... would like to wash your feet." Obviously, Mavis was like, "What?!" So Caleb looked back at him and explained, "In biblical times, washing the feet was something the servants of the household did. After a long journey, for example, your guests would have dirty feet. During the last supper– on the night before Jesus was arrested– he washed his disciples feet. They called him master and teacher, but he humbled himself before them. My parents... well, you know how religious they were. Before dinner and before bed, we'd take turn washing each other's feet, as a family. But in wedding's it's... more. It's about showing your devotion to the person you love, your willingness to care for them. My parents had a foot washing ceremony at their wedding, where they each washed each other's feet. And I... well, I know you probably would find it gross, but... I find the meaning behind it romantic. If I had to choose something to add to my wedding... our wedding, it'd be that." When talking about it more, Caleb also mentioned he would like to say the traditional vows of "With this hand I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never be empty, for I will be your wine. With this candle, I will light your way into darkness. With this ring, I ask you to be mine." where he and Mavis would pour each other wine and drink together, arms encircled, and would light a candle together, and then put their rings on each other. Caleb was keen on tradition, he liked the idea of meaning to each other. He wasn't against writing their own vows, but he liked the idea of more traditional vows. And like he said, feet washing was a tradition in his family. Caleb still washes his own feet before dinner and before bed, even though the tradition is supposed to be somebody else washing his feet. He was too embarrassed, thinking people like Mavis would think it strange, so he kept the tradition to himself until now, admitting he'd like it for his wedding.

#8 When Mavis asked Basileo what he'd do for their wedding, Basileo started on a spiel about how they didn't have to have a ceremony, that they should just sign the papers and run away to their honeymoon. He said so in his deep, romantic Italian tone, of course. But when Mavis pressed him, he sighed. "Fine. I'm a big believer in the 'something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue' tradition, okay? I know that's for bride's but I want that. Brides carry or wear 'something old' on their wedding day to symbolize continuity with the past. Our past is important to me. And the 'something blue' in a bridal ensemble symbolizes purity, fidelity, and love. Which, Gods know, I've always had problem with purity and fidelity, and we've had plenty of love problems. I just... I want that. I'd wear a blue tie... a new ring... a borrowed handkerchief... and..." He then pulled out a picture of him and Mavis that they'd taken at a Christmas party. It was when they were thirteen, and Basileo had come up behind Mavis under a mistletoe, with a camera. He'd kissed his cheek and snapped the picture of them, catching the surprised look on his face. And he'd carried it in his pocket ever since. "Something old." Trying to ignore the sentimentality of having kept that, he continued, "I'd also like to do the tradition of carrying you across the threshold when we get home after the wedding. The groom traditionally carries the bride across the threshold to bravely protect her from evil spirits lurking below. And it's not like I can't carry you, you weigh about as much as a feather. Hell, I could carry you when we were fifteen, I don't think I'd have any trouble now."

#9 When Mavis asked Tamera about ideas for if they married and what she'd want in a wedding, she had an endless list. She could describe pretty much any aspect of the wedding, having all kinds of ideas. She probably went on for a good ten minutes. But finally, she spoke about traditions. She mostly wanted to tie their hands together. The hands of a bride and groom are literally tied together to demonstrate the couple's commitment to each other and their new bond as a married couple. She also wanted the tradition of jumping a broom. When you jump a broom, you'll be jumping with the good wishes and prayers. Jumping the broom is a symbol of sweeping away the old and welcoming the new. That was Tamera's wish.

#10 In the symbolic language of jewels, a sapphire in a wedding ring means marital happiness. That was the main reason why Killian's first ring to Ophelia had a sapphire. He wanted to put the selection behind them and be happy. However, the second ring sported an emerald. Maybe because at the time, Killian wasn't very happy. Titles and riches didn't make him happy. Thinking Ophelia loved *blank* and that he wasn't good enough for her didn't make him happy. She made him happy, and that was all he needed when he gave her the first ring.

#11 ((Okay so this doesn't need to happen but I was watching a video on youtube and got this idea so here you go)) Despite being on television as a selected, when it came to the elite and the princes went to each of their provinces to meet their families... Well, Caleb (if he got that far) wasn't keen on it. In fact, it terrified him. When he went home with Mavis, the prince saw a whole new side to him. A side that flinched away from his touch, that kept his distance. Caleb would go out of his way to call Mavis his "friend" when they ran into people he knew, as if ashamed to call him his boyfriend. He acted very distant and odd, as if Mavis were a stranger. Obviously, this caused an argument. Mavis asked things like, "I'm just wondering if we're a couple or not, because the way you're acting seems otherwise" and Caleb would exclaim, "Of course we're a c-couple" but he'd avoid talking about the way he was acting. Well, when they were in his family's restaurant, after a dinner with his family in which there was a lot of awkward silence and Caleb's father asking Mavis sharp questions about religion and his homosexuality, there was a breaking point. Mavis got up from the table and Caleb stood too, frowning, "Mavis, wait-" but Mavis was heading for the door. He had just opened the door when Caleb yelled out, "MAVIS!" Which caused him to stop and look back. All eyes in the restaurant, including his family's, were turned to Caleb, who spoke, "I just want everyone here to know that I'm gay. I'm fucking gay. I'm not a virgin, either. I've been with a guy, and I liked everything about it. And... I like that man over there most of all. More than like. I'm gay and I'm in love with Mavis Schreave." It was a huge thing to admit, something that was really hard for him to do in front of people he'd known his whole life, and his family. But Caleb said it, gazing at Mavis, who let the door close as he stared in surprise at Caleb. Caleb swallowed hard, biting his bottom lip absently before he said softly, "I thought everybody should know that."

Inspired by this Video at 2:06

#12 Once when Oliver was visiting his best friend, Cyrus, he got caught up in a moment and leaned forward to kiss him, having totally had a crush on him. But Cyrus didn't even notice Oliver leaning in, and then he suddenly turned away when one of his sister's called his name from the other room. Needless to say, one of Oliver's more embarrassing moments as he kissed empty air and watched Cyrus walk away, not even noticing him.

#13 Seraphina is more generous in death than she ever was in life. Her will dictates her family contacts all the men from her selection and give them a sizeable sum of money, along with letters she had written them after her Selection but never sent. She also gives each of Oliver and Mavis' selected a sizeable sum of money, and gives three of her favorite a token from her life. A lot is discovered about her when she dies, things her grandchildren never knew, and she wrote a letter to each of her family members a month before she died, when Oliver & Mavis' selection began.

#14 Oliver remembers when his grandfather died, he left the palace and ran away. He was young, only nine or so, but he thought it was completely reasonable that he could make it on his own. His family searched for hours, with the help of the O'Calloghans, who were visiting. But it was Cyrus that found Oliver, at the creek, sitting on a stone with his feet in the water and tears running down his cheeks. Oliver was a sorry sight that day, sobbing and sniffling, snot coming from his nose, making that wretched gasping for breath noise. His hair was all tossled and he was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. He looked... just like a boy. Not a prince. Yet even then, crying, he was good looking, wonderful Oliver. When Cyrus came along, he just sat beside Oliver without a word, and grabbed his hand. For a moment Oliver just held his hand but then he turned, burying his head in his best friend's chest, clutching onto his shirt, and he sobbed. The whole forest probably could have heard him, crying for his grandfather. And like best friends do, Cyrus just put his head on Oliver's, wrapped one arm around him and held his un-clutching hand in the other. The two boys were entwined most of the afternoon, even after Oliver stopped crying. That was the day Oliver knew that Cyrus would always be there for him, and he vowed he'd do the same.

#15 Oliver kissed Cyrus, once. Just once. When he told his Selected he had never kissed a girl, it was true, but he had kissed a boy. It happened when he was fifteen. A princess from Russia invited all the royal children to her birthday party, Oliver and Cyrus among them. For a party game, she chose the typical game of spin the bottle. When it was Oliver's turn, the bottle spun and spun and then it stopped, pointing right at Cyrus. Whispers rang out, among giggles. Everyone thought Oliver would chicken out because Cyrus was a boy, not a girl. Yet Oliver knew he was bisexual. At that point he had never kissed a boy or slept with a boy, but it wasn't about what he had or hadn't done. He knew he was attracted to both boys and girls, and attraction couldn't be faked or hidden. Not to him, anyway. He knew Cyrus was good looking, he wasn't stupid. He saw the way girls looked at him, and on rare occasions, when he didn't catch himself, Oliver would find himself staring at Cyrus, too. But he didn't tell anyone that. As everyone was snickering and Cyrus was sitting, blushing, Oliver crawled over to him. Everyone went quiet when Oliver leaned in, his cheeks burning with blush. Oliver caught Cyrus's gaze for but a moment before his own eyes drifted closed and their lips brushed together. It was then that Oliver did his signature kissing tactic, going for Cyrus's upper lip. Even for a fifteen year old boy with no experience, on his hands and knees, not touching Cyrus with anything but his lips, he was a good kisser. The kiss lingered, everyone watching with baited breathe. Then Oliver pulled away, crawled back to his spot, and sat down like nothing happened. And so the game resumed, the two boys as red as could be. So in truth, Cyrus was Oliver's first kiss, and vice versa.

Of course, Oliver never knew that Mavis at the age of fifteen was doing much more advanced things with his own best friend, Basileo.

#16 When the youngest Schreave child was born, the eldest, Oliver & Mavis, were 12. Oliver remembers when his mom finally let him come see her and his new baby sister. It took longer than his other siblings, because when they learned Kiya was blind they had to run tests and make sure nothing else was wrong. But when Oliver finally shuffled into the room, he had the biggest grin a kid could get. "Can I hold her?" He remembers asking, in awe. Sitting him down, he remembers his dad taking Kiya from his mom and placing her in Oliver's waiting arms, being careful to make sure he held her right and wasn't going to drop her. At first, the couple was worried how their children would deal with their blind sister, worried because kids weren't always as accepting or nice as they could be. But to Oliver, his youngest baby sibling was perfect. To him, she didn't have a disability, she had a super power. "Hi there. I'm Oliver. You can call me Ollie, as long as you don't tell Xander or Zane, because they don't get to call me that." Oliver whispered to his sister. "Don't worry, it doesn't matter if you can't see. I can protect you. I'm already learning sword fighting. And maybe we can teach you echolocation, like a bat!" His parents laughed at that, but Oliver really thought he could teach her that. He was as enthusiastic as a chubby cheeked, brown haired little boy could be.

#17 Oliver has only ever feared three things. 1. Losing his loved ones, especially his twin Mavis. 2. Failing his country. 3. His grandmother. Seraphina loves him and he knows that... but she also loves their country. Should he prove he's not worthy, she would take away his crown in an instant, the only person who could override his parents and do so. But she can also control who he marries. He learned that the day she stifled the love he had held for Cyrus O'Calloghan. And he knows, if he picks a woman or man she disapproves of, she'd rather redo the selection than allow him to marry her/him. His grandmother holds a leash over him, and he knows it. He never got to have childhood crushes or hope to go on a date with someone he liked, because he knew what his grandmother could do. Even when falling in love, he has to be careful. He can't fall in love with just anyone, freely. But that's exactly what love should be: Free. And it's the one thing Oliver can never have, because he's tied down by chains of responsibility, a crown with crushing weight upon his head, and he gives up his freedom for the freedom of his people.

#18 When Oliver was a teen, for a short time, he suffered from depression. He was all smiles in his regular life, hugging his parents, telling his siblings how much he loved them out of the blue. But then on weekends, he'd make some excuse that he was going hunting. In reality, he locked himself in his room. He'd lay in bed for hours. Not sleeping, just staring at the wall, blinking his eyes and wishing he'd wake up as someone else. It wasn't like him. Oliver has always loved life. He loved the little things and the big things, he loved music and traveling and living to the fullest. But a seventeen year old who had such great responsibility on his shoulders... It was suffocating. And then he went up to the roof one night, between guard shifts when he knew it'd be empty. He stepped up and stood on the edge, arms out, ready to fall. And he just breathed. He inhaled the air, tried to clear his thoughts, staring at the dizzying drop below. Depression actually ran in his family, through his grandmother's side, her father had it, and she would have if she'd not been the great Seraphina Schreave. But she went through enough to have depression, if she'd let herself. Oliver had no real reason to be depressed. He had a loving family, a charmed life. At least that was what he told himself. And as he breathed up on the ledge, he contemplated stepping off. It wouldn't be hard. Then his siblings showed up, out of the blue. He wasn't sure how they knew where he was, or what he'd been going through. But they knew. His twin, Mavis. Ebony, who was fourteen. *blank* and Zane, only eleven, bless them. Even his half brother and his cousin Liliya, who were twelve. His half brother *blank* suffered from it too, and while he stood behind the others, keeping his distance, Oliver got chills thinking how he'd probably been in the same position before, despite being so young. Kiyana hadn't been there, only five at the time, in bed probably. "Oliver... Oliver please, step down, off the ledge. Don't jump!" His siblings begged him. Liliya was crying. Mavis was panicked. Oliver remembered how he looked at them, over his shoulder, so slow. And his foot slid forward, to fall off the roof. He remembers Zane and Mavis lunging forward, grabbing him by the shirt just in time. They dragged him back onto the roof, and he remembered all his siblings holding onto him, sobbing, clutching at him, arms around his middle, his neck, cradling his head. And he only closed his eyes, pushing away tears, the hollow feeling inside him feeling like it was spinning. "I'm okay... I'm okay." He remembered mumbling, but he wasn't sure they heard him. Oliver never tried anything like that again. But he did come to the roof. Whenever he was stressed, upset, depressed, anything. Most nights, actually, you could find him on the roof. He promised his siblings he'd never try jumping again. But on the worst nights, he stands on the ledge. And he breathes, and reminds himself why he still lives. He lives for his family. And he can't lose sight of them, because if he did, no one would be there to stop him from jumping. Oliver doesn't talk about this much. Cyrus doesn't even know about it, and that's remarkable, since Cyrus knows almost everything about him.

#19 For a long time after he tried to jump, Oliver would try to make it up to his siblings. He'd hug them out of the blue, tell them he loved them more, buy them gifts randomly with no birthday or holiday for a reason. He feared them hating him, so he tried to show them that he was okay. His depression hadn't gone away, but he could handle it. His family was his strength. His grandmother, who knew everything, had kept the "scandal" of his suicide attempt quiet. His father and mother... well, Oliver tried not to talk to them about it. He isn't even sure if they really know the details, because he certainly didn't talk to them about it. In fact, he really doesn't talk about it at all. However, to this day, he still hugs his siblings and tries to show them he really is okay, even when he's not.

#20 One day one of Oliver's selected finds him on the roof, standing on the ledge, in one of his breathing moments. "Oliver! What are you doing!" They're totally panicked. And he just waves their worries away, "I'm okay... I'm okay." And he takes their hand and helps them up to the ledge so they both stand there. Looking over at them, he gives a small, sad smile. "You feel that? I can taste it. Freedom, in the air." He takes a deep breath, and he's so incredibly relaxed, more so than he's been for the past two days. "I can feel free here."

#39 Lily's absolute favorite thing about being a singer is meeting her fans and knowing that her music has helped so many of them throughout their lives. She cries every time she gets to meet her fans because of this and she loves them so much.

#40 Lily has been banned from the kitchen in her house by their own personal cook Evangeline because every time she's in the kitchen she makes a huge mess.

#41 Lily has a stuffed animal snow leopard named buddy that she is absolutely obsessed with and can't sleep without. She got it from her mom for her sixth birthday.

#42 When she was nine she dyed her older brother Nick's hair bright neon pink and spiked it and put glitter in it. It was stuck like that for a few months.

#43 Lily is obsessed with anything to do with chocolate. Give her chocolate and you're like her new best friend.

#44 When Lily was twelve her younger brother Theo had brought a tarantula into his room and when she went to get him for dinner she fainted at the sight of it. She was only out for about thirty seconds but in that time he had shoved it in her face and when she woke up she screamed and ran out of the house. She had nightmares for weeks and refused to go anywhere near his room. Theo was seven at the time.

#46 When Tylan didn't come home *blank* was worried about his little brother so after a couple hours he helped joined the search. He had almost given up when he heard the sound of Tylan crying. He found his brother in the corner of the garden crying, his hair unevenly cut and dried blood on a small area on his neck. He held his brother while he cried, quietly soothing him. When Tylan finally told him what had happened *blank* soothed him further and then picked up his younger brother and took him into the palace. Everyone wanted to know what had happened but *blank* shielded Tylan from the questions taking him to his room. He personally took care of Tylan cleaning him up, he spent the night with his younger brother making sure that he was 'ok' after what had happened. And the next day if *blank* somehow made sure that the kids (and their) who were involved with the incident banished from the palace well no one was any wiser


(I hope this is ok ^_^)

#47 Oliver is scary good with pig latin. Somewhere around the age of twelve, he got obsessed with wanting to have a secret language with Mavis. Unfortunately, they weren't the kind of twins to have a secret language. Instead, Oliver learned pig latin. He's super good at it, able to say pretty much anything without much of a pause. It's often how he'll try to be discreet, even though pig latin can be deciphered fairly easily by people who try to figure it out.

#48 Amelia is not stupid. She knows a gorgeous man when she sees one and Axel of Swendway is the most gorgeous man she has ever seen. But when you are suddenly greeted by a naked man standing nearly a foot and a half taller than you, suddenly, your priorities are elsewhere. Like not staring. Especially when your body looks like Axel's or you have the bluest eyes she has ever seen. That goes double when they're a king and you're a servant.

#49 When Axel asks Amelia to marry him, all she can do for several minutes is just stare at him in shock. She knew that their relationship was as intimate as she would allow it to be (view spoiler)[She was too Illean to let him have sex with her before they got married (hide spoiler)] but she never expected him to propose to her. And kneeling, he was still nearly as tall as she was. Finally, the shock of him asking wore off and tears prickled at the corners of her eyes. She covered her mouth with her hands as her eyes finally dropped to the simple engagement ring he had gotten her and nodded before saying that fateful word. "Yes."

Sυммer Rαιɴ || Wrιтιɴɢ ιѕ α cαllιɴɢ, ɴoт α cнoιce. wrote: "#19 For a long time after he tried to jump, Oliver would try to make it up to his siblings. He'd hug them out of the blue, tell them he loved them more, buy them gifts randomly with no birthday or ..."

i totally think Mitchell should be the one to find him on the roof

51. When Jules first applied for the Selection, there was a lot of debate within his family about the picture they'd submit. He and his mother were fine with him sending a picture of himself with long hair, while his brother and father wanted him to cut his hair for it. In the end, they decided it with a coin toss, with his brother and father winning. Jules is pretty sure they cheated somehow, but he cut his hair for the picture. It grew back pretty quickly, and not that he would tell anyone, he missed having short hair a little bit.

52. Lily and her twin brother Lucas have always been extremely close. Practically attached at the hip. One was rarely seen without the other as they grew up. Though it did happen on occasion. Since their mother's death though the twins have gotten even closer. Part of that is due to Lucas's desire to keep an eye on his sister especially because of her depression. Lucas first started following her around literally everywhere though when Lily cut for the first time. It was after their mom's funeral that Lily hid herself in her bathroom. She got so angry and frustrated at the fact that someone had killed her mother that she punched her bathroom mirror. With a morbid fascination she had watched the blood spill from her knuckles. It was then that she decided to cut her wrists because the emotions were to painful and hard for her to deal with. So why not physical pain instead? It was easier to deal with and it put her in control. She wasn't trying to kill herself, though she figured if she died she must have deserved it especially since she blames herself for her mother's murder. Luckily it was Lucas who found her in time on the bathroom floor passed out. From that moment on Lucas was deathly afraid of losing his sister and started following her everywhere. Though Lily did cut him off when he tried to follow her into the bathroom when she had to pee or take a shower. Even then Lucas stood outside the door and if she took to long for his tastes he'd barge in on her to make sure she was okay. The first month after Lily had cut herself Lucas even slept on the floor of her room. This need to protect his sister was also what drove him into becoming a guard at the palace after his sister became one of the selected. He felt that he was the only one truly capable of protecting her. Lily likes to joke around about him being a stalker, but she understands it and loves that he cares and loves her that much. Though at times it is a little annoying.

#53 Rhea has always had her several brothers, and one older sister. She's used to have siblings – even some that are a little insane. After her brother had sent a death threat via letter, warning her that if she even tried to stray from winning either of the princes hearts, their whole family would be murdered and she'd have hell to pay for. When she did stray – she couldn't help that she had fallen for the dashing diplomat – she received a telegram from one of the royal guards. For days she kept herself locked in her room, and she was respected for that. After a week had passed, she came back to her fellow selected, and passed on as if nothing had happened. And then more rebel attacks started in Angeles. She knew she should've stayed in... But she loved getting out every once and awhile, roaming the gardens. Her eldest brother questioned her, threatened her very being. She told him of how's he had nothing to live for anymore. And that's when she found out. Granger had always known that his 'little sister' had been adopted, and after joining the southern rebels, he decided to do some further digging on her true history.... Neither expected for her to be the half sister of the Pharaoh in Egypt.

#54 The first time Oliver leaned in to kiss Jules, he had to pull away because he was laughing too hard. When Jules asked what was so funny, obviously bewildered and possibly a little hurt, Oliver had to reassure him it had nothing to do with him. "It's just something my brother said. Mavis thinks you resemble him a little, and he told me I better not think of him when kissing you. Which I thought was ridiculous, but now I'm trying to kiss you and because he said that I keep thinking of him. Hilarious, right?" Well, he'd thought it was hilarious, anyway... Jules might not agree. But he did eventually get that kiss, and once it started, Mavis didn't cross his mind one bit.

#55 Drew wishes her brothers were still alive to see the day when her name was called in the Selection. They would have been ecstatic, especially Henry. Sadly, he never lived to see the day, and Drew promised herself that if the Southern rebels attack the palace, she'll kill as many of them as she can to avenge Henry's death. Even if it means she gets killed herself, because her friends back home promised they'd look after her grandmother.

#56 When Samuel first arrived at the palace, he was in awe. Everything was so beautiful and spacious. It was very different from the small cottage on a farm he's lived on for all his life. All the selected got a mini tour of the palace. They got told where they could and couldn't go. Then they were invited to the dining room to have dinner. Nothing that delicious had ever passed his lips before. He tasted various herbs and spices that he's only ever dreamed about!

The next couple of days were a blur. He was so tired. The white haired selected was terrified that his pills from home wouldn't arrive in time. He was already having sleep deprived hallucinations. One day they did arrive and when they did, he didn't hesitate to excuse himself from the drawing room, holding back a yawn the entire time. "Are you feeling alright?" One of the princes had asked him he nodded, smiling sleepily. Begrudgingly they let him go. As soon as he reached his room, he popped a pill and fell onto his bed, fast asleep.

It had been over seventeen hours and everyone was worried. His maids/footmen (?) went to check on him and found him dead still on his bed, a bottle of pills clutched in his hands. With tears in their eyes and fear pumping through their veins they rushed to _____ telling him that Samuel was dead. Word travelled fast and soon every selected and royal family member were in his room staring at him. He was barely breathing. None of them had noticed the pills. "What happened?" Cordelia, one of the selected asked. No sooner had the question left he mouth Samuel stirred and sat up. He stretched and let out a happy yawn. It was then he noticed everyone in the room staring at him with horror or relief. "What's going on?" "We thought you were dead!" Prince ____ said. Samuel blinked then started laughing. He held up his sleeping pills. "No! I was sleeping!" then he was eliminated, the end.

#57 Imagine. Imagine being hated by your own father for existing. Imagine his wife, looking at you with nothing but contempt wishing you weren't living under the same roof. Imagine the public having a strong distaste towards you. How would you feel? When the only people that truly love you are your mother, and grandmother. That's how Marinette Beaumont Schreave feels like every single day. Although her half-siblings seem to like her a great deal, she feels as if they're just being nice, because they pitty her for being in the situation she is in. The bastard has tried many times to bond with her father and his wife when she was younger. All she got was the cold shoulder or a hard glare. She feels frustrated most of the time. It's not her fault that she was born due to certain circumstances! But then there is always a tiny voice in the back of her mind telling her the opposite. "It is your fault! How dare you even exist." Tis that voice that Marinette has been fighting for many years.

Art is her escape. She doesn't like to talk about her problems, so she lets her feelings be told through drawings or paintings. However there was one time when Oliver had found her crying behind the large staircase in the main hall. He knelt down to the ten year old girl, asking what was wrong, to which she replied. "Everybody hates me, and I don't know why..." Then she had ran off. On her way to her bedroom she bumped into the Dowager Queen and her mother. The small, black haired, blue eyed, tear stained little girl stared up at her grandmother before burying her face in her mothers skirts. "Why are you crying?" The old Queen had asked. The tiny girl shook her head, not wanting to get her "family" into more trouble. It was then that Seraphina led the little girl to her room. It was there that little Marinette learned a valuable lesson that she reminds herself off each-day. Since then Seraphina and Marinette have grown quite close. Mar wouldn't know what she would do without her mother or grandmother.

The bastard respects King Maxon and Queen Alaysia. Even cares for them somewhat. But she knows she'll never get close to them. She might as well accept it.

I am so bloody rusty

#58 Imprisoned

Damon could still see her face. Every time he closed his eyes those perfect features flooded his mind, filled his conscience and tore at his soul. It was a face he knew well, her face. He could recite it from memory, trace it in the air with his fingers and probably paint it if only he knew how. And yet it was a face that made him love and hate all at once, a face that made him burn and freeze, fall and rise.

All at once and then not at all.

His queen had truly slain him, killed him but not in the true sense of the word. Not in the way that murderers slaughtered victims or hunters ended prey. No. Damon's death had been far worse than that. It was almost as if she’d taken his heart between her dainty fingers and crushed it there in front of him. As if she’d pried his soul from the very depths of him and burned it whilst he could only watch. The pain was still there, raw and blistering, like an open wound that would not heal. Damon could only assume that was what happened when someone destroyed the very thing that gave you life. When the thing you cared about most in the world was left shattered like broken glass - the shards still cut deep, deeper than he cared to feel.

Knowing a pain like that kept Damon going, made each night within the four stone walls almost bearable. The pain was his constant, his drive and his salvation. The past, the present and what would be the future. Damon had lost so much but the royals could stand to lose more. With each passing year he’d hear news of a birth or a marriage within the palace, another name to add to his ever growing list. They would pay for what they did to Damon, to him and to his unborn son. They would pay with their blood and their bones, the lives of their wives and the lives of their children. And when all was said and done, and every last royal felled - then Damon would finally have his peace.

The walls of the prison seemed smaller that night as Damon paced back and forth in his cell, hands clasping and unclasping in a familiar gesture. It was not a habit associated with nerves, but rather one of anticipation. A means of calming his racing mind when his thoughts drifted to the world outside the walls and when his memories sought to remind him of all he intended to do. Damon was a fiercely patient man and his revenge would not be enacted quickly, six years he had waited so far and he would wait six more if he had to. But not if all went to plan. Tonight was the night that Damon would escape his captivity, six long years in the darkness would finally come to a close. Tomorrow he would face the sun as a wanted man, but a free man nonetheless.

With his mind still clouded by sordid fantasies Damon stopped in his pacing and moved to sit on the bunk. For a moment, deathly silence filled the air.

And then somewhere in the halls a scream rang out. The escape, had begun.

#59 Alaysia knows that her husband loves her. Knows that he loves their many children. And he is the love of her life and always will be.

But she hates that there is a constant reminder that she isn't the only one he has been with. Seeing Claudia and Marinette wandering the halls makes her jaw begin to tighten and her blue eyes grow angry. Even more so the fact that Maxon let Claudia give their daughter his last name.

She wishes that she did not hate the girl because she has done nothing wrong other than be the reminder of the one time her husband thought about someone other than she.

I don't really know where I was going with this, I just wanted to write the FuryxDamon bromance and write about Damon wearing a suit...

#60 The Dinner Party

There were a lot of things that simply put, Damon did not do. He for example did not eat in fancy restaurants, did not lavish female companions with gifts and certainly did not attend dinner parties. Damon was a man of calibre, of strength and supremacy, but a man of refined nature? No, definitely not. Which made tonight all the more unusual.

“This is stupid,” his closest friend muttered in a gruff whisper.

Damon cast a sideways glance to where Fury was still wrestling with his tie. Damon had to admit that the suit looked ridiculous on his hulking comrade. At over six foot tall Fury was a beast of a man, all brawn and well...much less brain but even Damon with his superiority complex knew better than to point that fact out to him.

“I’m aware,” Damon replied stiffly, buttoning his jacket, “But the pay out will be good.”

“It better be, if this is a bust - I’m going to wring someone’s neck,” Fury muttered, keeping a white-knuckled grip on the tie around his neck.

Damon’s brow shot up, “If you’re not careful with that, it will be your own.”

Fury merely grunted in response and made of show of tossing the tie into a nearby trash can. A ghost of a smile flickered onto Damon’s lips as he straightened his own suit and passed through the gate into the sloping ground of the mansion. If Damon had spared a thought for the architecture he might have admired the beautiful stonework or artful design of the house, and he might have also noticed the familiar face watching from the third floor window. But on this night Damon did not spare a thought for the house, he did not look up.

At the door they were stopped by a woman with piercing green eyes and the kind of body that had even Damon squirming in his tailored suit. She checked her clipboard, running one red painted nail down the abundant list of names. They weren’t on the list, Damon already knew that - and reluctantly, almost regretfully - he turned and nodded to Fury. Ten years ago Damon might have been horrified by the events that followed, but he was numb to those atrocities now. He had committed them himself after all.

Straightening his tie, Damon watched as Fury wiped the blood from his hands and pocketed the knife in his jacket once again.

“Bit of a shame,” his comrade shrugged, as if merely speaking about a change in the weather.

Damon’s only response was a tight smile as the two slipped quietly into the venue. Inside, the lavish hallways was so obscenely crowded that people barely seemed to care where they stood. There were people gathered in the doorways, talking around the waiters and passing champagne between themselves. Elsewhere they crowded on the steps, beneath archways and one particularly brave girl was teetering precariously on the bannister. For the life of him Damon couldn’t understand why people indulged in such activities for fun.

“This could so easily turn into a blood bath,” Fury remarked beside him, Damon didn’t have to respond he knew exactly what his friend meant.

Between the elegantly dressed women and equally well-dressed men several guards manned posts at intervals around the room. Damon hated to admit it, but this really was starting to look like a bust...

All of these are really good so have a shitty 1

#61
Callum hates olives and throws them @ Ryan whenever they're in her drinks

#63 Ryan loves olives and while he was annoyed at first, he now tries to catch the ones Callum throws at him in his mouth.

#64 The first time Ryan caught one of the olives in his mouth, she laughed so hard that vodka came out her nose.

#65 Oliver fears abandonment. He has no idea where this fear came from, but one of his biggest fears about the selection is that the girl or guy he chooses won't choose him back. As the selection progressed, this got worse. Oliver began to have nightmares. They always started the same, featuring whatever selected he may have had on his mind when he went to bed. He'd be standing in his family's church, wearing a suit. The church doors opened and in walked his bride/groom in a wedding gown/tux. Oliver would watch them approach, smiling, his heart swelling with love, and then halfway up the aisle they'd stop. Sometimes they'd say nothing. Other times they'd say they were sorry, or shake their heads and say they couldn't do it. One time the selected looked at Oliver and said they didn't love him. At times the dream was specific to the selected in the dream such as:

Kristannah looking at him and saying, "I'm patient but I won't wait forever."

Renly smirking and saying, "I never loved you. I'm here for the fame."

Samuel's tired smile as he said, "When I do sleep, it isn't you I see in my dreams."

Arietta laughing at him and saying, "Oh, you think you are so witty. You're just a little boy with a plastic toy crown. Who could ever take you seriously enough to love you?"

Azalea looking sympathetic with a small smile, "Oh, Ollie. I wish I could marry you, but... I was never meant to be a royal, and we both know I don't love you. Not like you need me to."

"I'm sorry, Oliver, but... I love Mavis more. I'm leaving you for him." Sweet, kind Mitchell would say.

"Oliver... You're a buddy. Not a lover." Ivory's silky tone might say before running towards a figure that looks to be Basileo.

Once or twice he's even gotten Persephone in a beautiful old fashioned white lace dress, just grinning at him in eery silence. Usually after this, his selected will turn and run from him. Oliver will run after them, only for the church doors to slam in his face. Oliver wakes yelling the selected's name in a cold sweat.

#66 Losing his selected isn't the only abandonment Oliver fears, though. He also fears the loss of his family. Some nights he'll have a similar dream as the selected wedding dream, but instead of the selected running away, there will be various scenes with his family. His mother giggling with one of his female selected, saying, "Oh, I was always more fond of girls than I was boys. I'm so happy to be adding a daughter to the family!" or straightening the tie of a male selected and saying, "You are far too good for my sons. You should forget marriage, I'll just adopt you instead."

Or his father claiming that his selected would make a better ruler than Oliver and if it turns out he's the crowned prince, he will be crowning that selected as his heir instead. Sometimes he'd add bitterly, "I would rather let the Schreave family rule in Illea end than let my fool of a son, Oliver, be king. Even his bastard sister Marinette would work better than him. At least she wouldn't let our country go to ruin."

But the worse is when the nightmare shows his brothers. One time he saw one of his male selected standing in between Mavis and Zane. The three of them were laughing and Zane could be heard saying, "Wow, you're just perfect. I like you better than Oliver. Let's just make you our brother and forget about him."

Another time Oliver was in a dream, standing at the aisle with his best friend Cyrus, and they were about to kiss when he was suddenly sitting in the front row, and instead of him, it was Mavis who was kissing Cyrus. When they parted, Cyrus smiled and looked at Oliver. "I always liked Mavis better anyway. How could I ever seriously love a goofball like you? It was just to get closer to him." or Mavis claiming, "I have a soul mate now, why would I need a twin?"

Many of his dreams reflected around losing Mavis. Mavis marrying, Mavis being absent, Mavis dying. They started around the time of the selection starting, and the ones where he dies are the worse, never failing to make Oliver wake up screaming his twin's name and unable to fall back to sleep.

#67 The first time Oliver got a dream where Mavis died, he woke up in tears. He went to take a shower and stood under the water, sobbing inconsolably, to the point his body shook and he felt like he couldn't breath. It took him a long time to calm down.

#68 One of the worst nightmares Oliver got where Mavis died actually made him go to Mavis' room to check on him. When he saw his twin alive, breathing, totally fine, he was more than a little relieved. He almost considered crawling into bed with him to cuddle. But then he realized that would mean having to talk about it- since Mavis knew he only crawled into bed with him after nightmares. And Oliver knew talking about it would make him cry again. So instead, he went to his parent's room. And like a five year old, he woke the both of them up and crawled to cuddle in between them, under the covers, letting his mommy and daddy hold him and comfort him.

#69 The first time Samuel had heard Oliver scream, his heart literally stopped and his blood ran cold. Yet he still managed to find himself rushing out of his bedroom, into the corridor up the stairs and round the corner, trying to get to the Prince. He had been up, waiting for the pills so start working. He was glad - for once - that they hadn't. He burst through the doors. His eyes wide with fright. Clothes sticking to his skin because of sweat. He couldn't see very well, but he could hear the whimpering. Somehow, the selected made his way towards the Prince, getting onto the bed and wrapping his arms around him in a comforting way. "I'm here." He whispered, his eyes starting to get heavy.

#70 Maxon missed the days where his children would crawl into the bed of Alaysia and his. He missed when they were young and innocent. But he couldn't be more prouder of them. All of them. So when his grown son came into their room and crawled into bed, the King didn't hesitate to make room for his son and brush his hair out of his face in the most affectionate way he could. He might be a hardass, but his heart is as big as the entire planet.

#71 Although Lizzy and Prince Oliver never spent much time together, she knew him well enough to know something was wrong. The way he walked, talked and observed people... as if he'd seen a ghost. So, one day after breakfast she pulled him to one side, demanding to know what was wrong. He had just stared at her with tired eyes. Similar to Samuel's except Oliver's gaze was haunted. Without thinking, she cupped his face into her hands, pulled him down and kissed him on his warm forehead. "You need to talk about it, your highness. Whatever it is, it's eating you up. When you're ready, come and find me. Okay?" The red-head gave a rare warm smile, rubbing a thumbs along his cheeks before turning around and leaving.

#72 Marinette wasn't stupid, despite what some people believed. She was quiet and observant. She also stayed up till the early hours of the morning drawing by moonlight. Once when she was down in the kitchen, getting a midnight snack she heard something. Rather, someone. The kitchen isn't far from the Royal Bedrooms and the bastard has keen hearing. She followed the sounds and was soon met with her half-brothers door. She hesitated, before knocking on the door. "Oliver?" She asked, her voice gentle and soft. No response. She walked in and almost fell to her knees. Oliver was out of bed, lying on the floor, his arms covering his eyes. The moons beams fell right on his face, the light reflecting the tears on his cheek. She crawled to him. Upon finally reaching him, she rested her face against his chest, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "Please don't cry." She said quietly. "Tell me what's wrong. I don't want to lose you again." Even though Oliver hadn't jumped that night, the images still haunted her to this day. Seeing him in such a state, Marinette was terrified she'd lose her brother. It didn't matter if they weren't fully related.

AWWWWW. D: I love you. Like omg. Especially the Samuel one. AND MARINETTE REMEMBERING OLIVER'S SUICIDAL PAST AND WORRYING.

Yeah, Samuel is going to be very caring towards each Prince. Yeah, Marinette sees a lot more than she lets on! I love you too, boo <3

#73 Just as much as Oliver is terrified of being the true heir to the Illean throne, Mavis is frightened of the prospect of it being him who turns out to be the older twin. Though he appreciates the idea of keeping the twins as equals throughout their entire lives by keeping it a secret of who is older, who will become king, Mavis wishes that the king and queen would just let him and Oliver know already. One of Queen Dowager Seraphina's favorite grand children, he has tried to pry the information from her, but even she denies him from learning. It isn't that he wishes to know who is older to confirm if he will be king, but rather just a means of preparing himself accordingly. Will he be the next Illean king, or would he just be the new duke? He has questioned his parents a lot, using offhanded remarks and innuendos to try and figure out who is older, but both his parents are smart enough to see through his clever attempts. So, really, it's a complete mystery to him just as it is for everyone else.

#74 On a trip abroad, the twins, Mavis and Oliver, decided to sleep in the same room for the night. The two boys stayed up pretty late that night, gossiping and joking about their 3 AM random thoughts. They slept soundly in the same bed, that is, until Oliver was awaken from a horrible nightmare. The soft sound of Mavis breathing was the only thing keeping Oliver from crying. He would be fine in a couple of minutes - no need to wake Mavis up just because he had one nightmare. He could deal with nightmares. He'd done it before and he could do it again. Carefully, trying his best to not disturb the sleeping prince, Oliver threw the covers back, getting to his feet to go to the bathroom. He took a few deep breaths in front of the mirror, splashed some water on his face and turned the light back off. When he returned, there was Mavis, blinking sleepily up at him with eyes so dark Oliver was still awed by their color sometimes.

"Hey," Mavis broached in a quiet voice.

"Hi," Oliver muttered in response.

"You okay?" Mavis asked, prompting him as he propped himself up on one elbow to look at Oliver better. "Did you have a nightmare?"

Oliver hesitated before saying, "It's nothing I can't handle." He sat back on the bed and idly picked at the loose thread in the duvet.

"I'm sure," Mavis nodded, and he sounded sure, "but, it doesn't mean you have to. Come here." With his hand held out to him, he beckoned him towards himself.

And so Oliver went, melting into Mavis' embrace as he wrapped his arms around him. Mavis' scruffy face dug into Oliver's forehead a bit, but it wasn't quite a bad sensation. Callused hands came to rub small circles on Oliver's back and the heat of Mavis' body alone caused the tension to go from Oliver's muscles. He fit so against Mavis' body, the twins acting as puzzle pieces working together to create a new image. Instead of asking him about the nightmare, Mavis distracted his brother, encouraging him to laugh with antics that rivaled even Oliver's. Minutes later, the two boys were falling back on their pillows, holding their stomachs in insane laughter. With the nightmares becoming more consistent for Oliver, Mavis advised him to come to him whenever he had them, regardless if he was awake or not.

#75 One day during the Selection, Mavis and Oliver had a horrible fight. The twins had had fights before, but never before had it escalated further than them playfully wrestling with one another before one of them gave up. This fight was different in that they said horrible things to one another, things that they really didn't mean. And to make matters worse, the fight was over the selected. The Selection was getting harder and harder for the both of them, especially because the two brothers were sharing from a crop of twenty five boys and twenty five girls. This fight escalated to the extent that Mavis stormed off, away from his brother, refusing to talk to him for the remainder of the day. He skipped his dates that day and refused to leave his room. Stubborn and upset, he wouldn't let anyone come in, not even his own mother or his footman could pry the lock open. It was only until that night that Mavis pried his door open. He had been sleeping when he heard muffled sobs from outside his door. Recognizing just who it was, Mavis decided to forget about his own hurt feelings and snatched the door open. Outside, Oliver had wandered away from his own room, not farther down the hall from him, appearing a bit lost in the darkness. "Nightmare?" Mavis asked in a quiet voice. Even though the two were supposedly not on speaking terms as of then, Mavis was determined to uphold his promise to always be there for his brother when he had his nightmares. When Oliver finally confessed that he was having bad dreams, Mavis gestured for him to come to his room. Falling into routine even when they were mad at each other, the twins talked in hush voices until Oliver finally managed to fall asleep next to him.

#76 As a preacher of literature, Mavis plans to search through the selected for some to join him in a little book club. The Selection can't all possibly be about romantic trysts and heartbreak, can it? He thought it would be a nice touch to create a little book club in which he could really see the intellectual side of some of the selected because of their shared interests in literature. Book club meetings would occur, of course, in the library and range from an hour to three depending on the piece of text they are looking at. He plans to have their little club read one of his favorite books for the entirety of the Selection - because really it couldn't possibly be one of those Selections that lasted too long - and ending up finishing it around the time he made the decision as to who his new husband or wife would be. And if all of the boys and girls in his club are disqualified, he'll just have to have his new beau just read the book all over again.

#77 Thought I'd include this one again. The night Mavis proposed to BLANK, he pretended that he was breaking up with him/her and sending him/her home. A heartbroken BLANK grabbed a tissue box, but instead of pulling out a tissue, he/she pulled out a ring box. Shocked and delighted, he/she looked up at his/her smirking fiance and pretending to refuse. He/She got up, ready to leave, when instead, he/she turns to Mavis, sits down in his lap and whispers a quiet "Yes" in his ear. Two seconds later, they were tearing off each other's clothes.

sorry guys these were shit >.>

Diana, what are you talking about? Those were awesome!!!

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

How did I not see these? <3 Lovely!