I entered the study, and Father briefly moved his eyes from his reflection to acknowledge me. It seemed there was always a lesson for me to learn. My knock was firm, a request made by Father himself. It was hard to imagine that in less than two weeks, these halls would be flooded with girls. I nodded at advisors and familiar guards along the way. Finding no fault, I left for my father’s study. There would be more eyes watching than usual tonight, and I needed to look like the self-confident prince everyone was expecting. Stopping in front of my mirror, I checked my tie again. The momentum was building, exciting and terrifying in one fell swoop.įor the girls, the process started once they filled out the forms-thousands must have done so by this point. The palace staff was being reallocated, wardrobe preparations were being made, and rooms were being readied for our new guests. The census had been compiled, the figures checked multiple times. When the Selection was something in the distance-a possibility for my future-it sounded thrilling. I PACED THE FLOOR, TRYING to walk the anxiety out of my body.
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