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342 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 5, 2015
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Mom put up her hands, cautioning me. "Just listen-"However, they did not take into account the most important thing to having a successful televised modern-day bridal auction - having a likable main character
"A Selection?" I burst out. "That’s insane!"
"Eadlyn, you're being irrational. "
I glared at her. "You promised- you promised- you'd never force me into marrying someone."
“I'm a princess. I have everything."Hard to distract the nation from their poverty and/or class-related-stress when the nation is too busy abhorring their future ruler.
Didn't they know who I was...? I was Eadlyn Schreave. No one was more powerful than me.Poor, unfortunate Princess Eadelyn will have to face her toughest challenge yet - getting people to like her.
What they didn't understand was that their attempts to make my life fair seemed rather unfair to me.(Yes. It's unfair that America decided to break tradition and allow girls to rule the kingdom.)
"This is strange," I said, picking up one of he applications. "I don't want to be judgmental, but look at this. I caught three different spelling mistakes for this one."Multiple suitors are made to cry, and Eadlyn laughs it off.
Mom took the form. "It's possible he was nervous."
"Or an idiot," I offered.
“You know how your mother and I met,” Dad [Maxon] began.Such a waste of time.
I rolled my eyes. “Everyone does. You two are practically a fairy tale.”
I was going to be queen, and a queen could be many things . . . but vulnerable wasn't one of them.
Neena was acutely attuned to my needs and much more agreeable to be around, so I kept her on. I also admired her eye for fashion.
"Of course, because the only way I could possibly like men is if I bowed down at their feet?"
Maybe I could be as beloved as my father.
My favorite tiara? The one I was wearing? It was only my favorite because Josie bent my first favorite and lost two stones out of the second. She wasn't even supposed to touch them. Ever. Beside her, Kile was reading a book. Because, clearly, everything going on in our country and home was too boring for him. What an ingrate.
"I was wondering if you'd like to join me for dessert tonight after dinner."
"Just you and me?"
I sighed. "Was there someone else you wanted to invite? Do you need a translator as well?"
I gave my reflection a once-over and reminded myself that he was trying to win me over, not the other way around.
You have my laundry in your arms, and he might cure a disease. Those are two incredibly different roles in the world.
If I came in sweet and gentle, no one would take me seriously. If I had kindly tapped people on the shoulder and hugged them on their way out, would Holden have admired me less?
“You know how your mother and I met,” Dad began.
I rolled my eyes. “Everyone does. You two are practically a fairy tale.”
Alas, Mom and Dad couldn’t stand to watch their firstborn be stripped of a title by an unfortunate but rather lovely set of breasts. So they changed the law, and the people rejoiced, and I was trained day by day to become the next ruler of Illéa.
What they didn’t understand was that their attempts to make my life fair seemed rather unfair to me.
I was about to ask if he did bathe, because he looked like he’d been running away from anything that resembled a bar of soap.
Kile’s hair flopped across his eyes as he looked over at me. He was in desperate need of a cut and a shave, and his shirt was too big for him. I didn’t know who I was more embarrassed for: him for looking so sloppy or my family for having to be seen with such a disaster.
No matter how romantic he thought this was, all I could think of were the thirty-five loud, obnoxious, weird-smelling boys who were about to invade my home. Nothing about that sounded magical.
If I thought I’d have the slightest attachment to these boys, it would have bothered me that she thought they were here for her. Then again, Josie thought everything existed for her. And the idea that she was so important that her marriage would need to be arranged on her behalf was comical. She could marry anyone off the street and no one would care one way or the other.
“Me, too! I think it’ll be exciting to have all the company.”
“You won’t have any company,” I reminded her. “These boys are my guests.”
She tipped her head like I was stating the obvious. “I know! But it’ll still be nice to have more people around.”
“Josie, how old are you?”
“Fifteen,” she answered proudly.
“I thought so. If you really want to, I’m sure you could get out and meet people of your own accord now. You’re certainly old enough.”
“Mark is a chemist. He’s studying biochemistry, specifically.”
My eyes widened. “Really? Such a range in your professions.”
She frowned. “There’s no caste system anymore, Your Highness. People can date and marry anyone they want to.”
I turned away from the mirror to look at her directly. “That’s not what I mean. It’s simply intriguing to me the dynamic you must have. You have my laundry in your arms, and he might cure a disease. Those are two incredibly different roles in the world.”
“Don’t talk to me like that, Eadlyn. I’m fourteen, not four. I read all the papers, and I pay attention at the Reports. I speak more languages than you, and I’m learning all the things you have without anyone making me do it. Don’t act like you’re better than me. I’m a prince.”
I sighed. “Yes, but I will be queen,” I corrected, sipping my coffee. I really didn’t need this right now.
“This is strange,” I said, picking up one of the applications. “I don’t want to be judgmental, but look at this. I caught three different spelling mistakes on this one.”
Mom took the form. “It’s possible he was nervous.”
“Or an idiot,” I offered.
“Well, today I would let you know I come from an excellent family. My father used to be a Two.”
“Is that all?”
Undeterred, he went on. “I think it’s pretty impressive.”
“Not as impressive as having a father who used to be a One.”
“Eadlyn . . . you seem so grown up.” She sighed as she touched my cheek and shoulder and hair, not fixing anything, just checking.
“Probably because I am.”
“You look the part. I never really thought I passed for a queen, but you... wholly perfect.”
“Stop it, Mom. You’re completely adored. You and Dad brought peace to the country. I haven’t done anything.”
“So, what did you think?” he asked, his eyes bright with excitement.
“It was okay. Definitely seen better.”
The movie seemed to leave him hyperanimated. “But the effects were incredible!”
“Sure, but the story was tired.”
He squinted his eyes. “I liked it.”
“All right.”
“Does that make you upset?”
I made a face. “No. It just means you have bad taste.”
“So now you’re going to bully me? First you reject me, then you use me for a little snippet of entertainment on the Report, and now I’ve had to spend my entire morning tracking you down after you told me you would meet with me during breakfast.”
“You’re one person out of twenty! I have work to do! How self-centered can you possibly be?”
I was Eadlyn Schreave. No one was more powerful than me.
“There are some things you don't learn about yourself until you let someone else into the most intimate places of your heart.”
“I'm a princess. I have everything."
“I’m Eadlyn Schreave, and no one in the world is as powerful as me.”
What they didn't understand was that their attempts to make my life fair seemed rather unfair to me.
"This is strange," I said, picking up one of he applications. "I don't want to be judgmental, but look at this. I caught three different spelling mistakes for this one."
Mom took the form. "It's possible he was nervous."
"Or an idiot," I offered.
“No!” I shouted. “I won’t do it.”
“Calm down, love.” [Mom said]
“Don’t talk to me like that. I’m not a child!”
Mom sighed. “You’re certainly acting like one.”
“You’re ruining my life!” I ran my fingers through my hair and took several deep breaths, hoping it would help me think. This couldn’t happen. Not to me.
Staring into the mirror, I talked to my reflection. “You are Eadlyn Schreave. You are the next person in line to run this country, and you will be the first girl to do it on your own. No one,” I said, “is as powerful as you.”
“I only have one heart, and I'm saving it.”