Tugging My Ear(The Selection in Maxon's POV)

Chapter One: A world full of 35 girls after me. Or the crown.

Hello! It is AmericaSchreave27 and this is basically The Selection in Maxon's POV. I really hope you enjoy reading this fanfic and please leave comments and vote. This is my first real novel on Wattpad so don't expect too much. However, i will try to update frequently and will hope you enjoy reading this fanfic. xxxAmericaShreave27xxx

All of the characters and storyline belong to Kiera Cass.

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Chapter One
"Son, come over here, your mother and I have something to say." echoed my father's deep voice. Surrounded by an array of cluttered papers about the recent rebel attacks, this surprising announcement made my stiffen my slumped slouch across the table. Straightening myself up and making seem presentable, I walked towards my father's office, not knowing what was going to happen.

"You called father?" I asked, fidgeting with the ends of my shirt.

"Yes, son. Your mother and I have been thinking and we have decided to let you have your own selection."

I remembered all those tales of my father's selection, when he met the love of his life. Even now, my mother and father are as close as could be. For several years, I too have been wondering about meeting someone dear to me, as much as my mother is to my father. But when the opportunity presents itself, how am I supposed to be feeling?

"But, father, what about the rapid rebel attacks? Wouldn't we be putting the lades at risk?" I ask unsteadily, waiting for a reply.

This time my mother answers saying," The whole reason we have been thinking about the selection is that it might calm the public if they knew that a responsible and respectable woman is there to help defend Illèa when your father and I aren't here anymore. Quite frankly, having your selection now is practically perfect timing. Your father and I have been worried about you being alone for some time now."

What my mother said was true. I haven't found the one for me yet and time is starting to run out, as if someone has put a fast forward button on my life, and was pressing it maniacally. But still, am I going to find the one for me through a competition? What if I didn't find the one for me? Would I have to marry the most agreeable girl there? Would I even get a choice in who I end up marrying or am I going to marry the crowd favourite? What if they only wanted the crown? But then I thought about Illèa and how they need a future queen and what my father would do to me if I didn't obey him. The scars of my father's whip started to sting, signalling my final decision. Though it was rather an order than a decision.

" Alright. For the people I will have my own Selection." I said, boldly yet not more audible than a whisper.

"Okay, son. I am glad you agreed. We will send out the letters right away."

And with that, I was whipped into a world full of 35 girls after me. Or just the crown.

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