#dom schreave

[domschreave]

To The Selection Fans,

The recent census has confirmed that a single woman between the ages of sixteen and twenty currently resides in your home. We would like to make you aware of an upcoming opportunity to honor the great nation of Illéa. Our beloved prince, Dominic Schreave, is coming of age this month. As he ventures into this new part of his life, he hopes to move forward with a partner, to marry a true Daughter of Illéa. If your eligible daughter, sister, or charge is interested in possibly becoming the bride of Prince Dominic and the adored princess of Illéa, please fill out the enclosed form and return it to your local Province Services Office. One woman from each province will be drawn at random to meet the prince.

Welcome to the Selection OC net (part 3)! This network is all about creating our own Selection. Livi (elains) and I (Alex, my selection blog is eadlynschreavve) created this project a year or two ago, and we’ve decided to start another one. I have created my own OC, Dominic Schreave, to be the prince for this Selection OC. Now, you’ll all get to create your own characters and compete for the prince’s hand.

How this works:

follow (x)(x)(x)

reblog this post

fill out this form

track the tag #selectionoc for information and updates

if you have any questions, ask me!

Other Important Stuff:

Your OC will be randomly Selected from all the people who apply

There will be edit/fic/gif battles and people will be eliminated after each one

Don’t worry, you’ll still be in the network even if you get “eliminated” and we can still chat and have fun

Everything you need to know, as of RIGHT NOW, for your OC is on the form, but start thinking about personality, backstory, etc.

You are not guaranteed your number one choice for province, more info on that is in the form

THIS MUST GET AT LEAST 40 ENTRIES

THE DEADLINE IS (TENTATIVELY) MAY 20

New for this Selection:

This selection is anonymous, which means you cannot reveal who you really are.

If you announce who you are, you will be eliminated. If someone guesses who you are, you will not be eliminated unless you admit that you are who they guessed.

Since it is anonymous, you will need to create a NEW TUMBLR BLOG for your character with a new email address (preferably gmail so you can take part in group chats).

The reason for this is so that you can follow other blogs and like posts without revealing your usual tumblr blog.

This IS NOT required for the application (though highly recommended), but you will need a gmail account for your character before applying

Even though this is anonymous, it DOES NOT GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO BE RUDE OR ABUSIVE TO OTHERS just because they will not know who you are. 

If you are found to be rude to others, I reserve the right to immediately eliminate you from the Selection

If you have any problems at any time with any other characters in the Selection, please let me know and we can work together to figure out what needs to be done.

Happy Selecting!

[cameronnicholls-blog1]

PRACTICE CHALLENGE 1 : LIFE BEFORE THE SELECTION

A/N: I knew I would post the last day lmao. The fic is not that long, sorry to have a life exams coming, but the video and the edits balance that? I guess? And even if it reveals a clue about who I could be, I prefer to warn that English is not my first language, that’s normal if you see errors in the text. So now enjoy (it won’t be easy to enjoy anything with Cameron but try to)!

Before, I used to do sports to get rid of the energy which was always running in my blood. I used to seem to be under caffeine all the time. But it was before. Now I did sports to get rid of my feelings. Or the few feelings I had. I was empty, desperately empty, only pain and anger in my heart. And it was killing me, bit by bit.

  I spent all the afternoon at the swimming-pool, drowning my now usual negativity in the chloride water. For the first time in months, I felt good. Good enough to hummer while eating a chocolate bar. I even ate for fun, something which hadn’t happened since… eight months? Nine? I stopped counting the days since he left me pregnant and moved to another province without telling anyone, even me. I knew my life was better without him, oh I was perfectly aware of that. But he left too many damages when he disappeared. Damages which would leave scars all my life. In all the meanings this word could have.

  I looked through the window of the kitchen. We lived in the center of Halafaics, but we could still see the cranes of the port. It had been a long since I last went there, I realized. I used to love walking through the cargos and smelling the sea… but now there was nothing I could love doing… except maybe surfing. It was the only thing calming me. Maybe because it was sometimes a dangerous sport and I needed to do dangerous things to feel better.

  “Where have you been?” A cold voice asked suddenly. I turned back and saw my dear mother. How to break a peaceful moment, by Moira Nicholls. She was so talented to make me feel like shit. Since we discovered I was suffering from dyslexia and hyperactivity, she had been rejecting me and making me understand that I was never doing enough. She didn’t care about me, and I learnt to ignore her and her mean remarks. She wasn’t a mother to me. Her existence spoilt my life.

  I showed her my wet red hair. “Guess.”

  She sighed. “Doing nothing of your day, as always.” I wrinkled my nose. If I stayed closed in my room all day long to work on science like my younger brother Monroe, she wouldn’t say I did nothing of my days. But sports for a Three were useless after all.

  Mom threw a letter on the counter of the kitchen. “You’ll be useful for once.” It was so nice to be considered as an object by my own mother. I took the letter and immediately recognized the symbol of the Illéan monarchy. I looked at my mother suspiciously but finally opened it. She started taping her foot, knowing already it would take me time to read and understand the contents of the letter.

  The recent census has confirmed that a single woman between the ages of sixteen and twenty currently resides in your home. We would like to make you aware of an upcoming opportunity to honor the great nation of Illéa. Our beloved prince, Dominic Schreave, is coming of age this month. As he ventures into this new part of his life, he hopes to move forward with a partner, to marry a true Daughter of Illéa. If your eligible daughter, sister, or charge is interested in possibly becoming the bride of Prince Dominic and the adored princess of Illéa, please fill out the enclosed form and return it to your local Province Services Office. One woman from each province will be drawn at random to meet the prince.

  Holy shit. She wanted me to fill the form. She wanted me to participate. To go to Angeles and to compete for man I didn’t even like. Holy shit. Holy shit.

  I looked at her, she looked at me. I knew she was expecting screams and signs of rebellion, as every time she asked me to do something. But I simply pulled the letter away and said. “No.”

  “No?”  "No.“

  She sighed, but I knew it was part of her game. “I won’t try to convince you, Cameron.” I squinted. What was she preparing? “Don’t try to lie, mom, I know you will.” I sneered.

  “No, darling, I won’t convince you.” She made a smile. “I’ll force you.”

  I couldn’t talk to her anymore. Just being in the same room as her was a torture. I left the kitchen and took the direction of my room. I would avoid her few days, stay closed there until I couldn’t submit anymore. It was out of the question that I participated to that shit. For too many reasons, I couldn’t even send my file.

Reason 1: Dominic Schreave was as attracting as a mosquito. I wasn’t blind, I could see he was hot, but I had seen enough of him on TV to have a good idea of his personality, that I could sum up in one word: immature. Maybe he was nice… but he was the opposite of what I was looking for in a relationship.

Which led to reason 2: I don’t want a relationship. Of any kind. I gave into love once, I wouldn’t do it twice. Or at least not at that moment. It was too early. I needed stability and trust, how could have stability and trust when the guy was dating other girls, huh?

Reason 3: Becoming a royal? To stay locked in the palace all my life, following the decorum? No, thanks. I had my liberty, I kept it.

Reason 4: I was stupid. Not according to my IQ -I was even above the average apparently-, but being unable to write without making writing mistakes and taking twice or thrice more time than a normal person to read a text were not among the qualities wanted in a future queen. Sorry… not so sorry.

Reason 5: I got pregnant and decided to abort. Two things which should have -and still could- ledme to jail. An unpure daughter of Illéa… Media would love that, but not the royal family.

There were probably other ones, but my brain was too lazy to think of it on the moment.

I slammed the door of my bedroom angrily. I knew Mom knew why I couldn’t participate to the Selection, so why was she insisting so much? She was the first one to say I was stupid, so why would she want me with a crown on the head? I sighed and threw my sport bag on the floor. I would think about it once I would be under the shower.

A baby suddenly started crying. I turned around and saw my older brother, Pierce, holding his son. “He was finally sleeping!” He tried to look angry but the whisper broke that effect. He seemed rather hopeless. I took the baby in my arms. Honestly, it was harder and harder to see my nephew. Every time, I couldn’t help but thinking about what my baby would look like if… if I hadn’t kill it.

I shook my head and sighed. It wasn’t the moment to bring these memories back. “Why did you go to my room then? You knew I would come back!”

Pierce sighed. “He likes to sleep in your room at that hour. The light I guess.” He looked so tired. After all he had to raise a baby on his own, his wife being dead when she gave birth to Rory. When he decided to come back to live with us, he said it was because he couldn’t pay the apartment with one salary, but I knew it was actually because he couldn’t be alone. He felt better with his family around him, which was my total opposite. They were so oppressing, even mom and dad that I barely saw.

I calmed down Rory and gave him back to his father. I sat next to him on my bed. “Mom wants me to participate to the Selection.”

Pierce frowned. Ha, even for him it didn’t any make sense! “What? Really?”

“Yep.” I took the paper crown my ten-year-old sister, Amilia, made when the Selection had been announced and put it on my head. “Princess Cameron Schreave of Illéa!” I announced sarcastically. Even if I was wearing a real crown, I would look ridiculous anyway.

“It sounds weird.” Pierce shook his head. “Mom is totally insane.”

My second brother, Monroe, entered at that moment. “She’s not. She has a plan obviously.” Damn he had super ears or what? He was able to hear everything in this house.

He sat on my chair and crossed his arms. “What are you going to do?”

“Nothing.” Pierce answered for me. “If she doesn’t want to do it, she doesn’t do it. She’s 19, mom can’t force her.”

Monroe and I rolled our eyes. “As if it will be enough to stop her.” He watched Rory sleeping few seconds and suddenly raised his head to look my in the eye. “Cameron… you should accept and fill that stupid file.”

I almost yelled. My own brother was betraying me! What about our contract we made years ago to protect each other against mom? I rather took a deep breath and stared at him angrily. I noticed that for once Pierce had nothing to say. Monroe leaned. “Cam, mom has a good reason to make you do that.He saw my face and automatically added. “A good reason for her.” He cleared his throat. “She is as stubborn as you are, nothing will stop her.”

I shook my head. “I’ll just wait she gives up.”

“But she won’t! Certainly not for that!” He took my hand. “If you don’t accept now she’ll blackmail you. You know she won’t hesitate.”

I felt my face turned white. Maybe Monroe wasn’t so wrong. Mom could be dangerous… But no, I couldn’t do that. Not the Selection.

“Don’t try to convince me Monroe… I won’t do it.”

He sighed. “I would have tried.” He turned towards Pierce. “You won’t help me?”

“No, Monroe. She doesn’t want to do it. I don’t want her to do it either.” I could see they were having a silent discussion. Monroe finally sighed and stood up. “Please think of it Cam. Before she makes you regret it.” He said before leaving the room. He probably thought he socialized enough for the day. He didn’t feel comfortable with other people, even us. He considered he did what he had to do: warn me. Now he could go back to his room. I would like to have a life as easy as his.

It took mom two days. I was eating -again, I should celebrate that- when she interrupted my meal, shaking the letter in front of me.

“I guess you still don’t want to obey me.”

“I’ve never wanted to obey you. It won’t change today.”

I was her daughter, not her slave.

She sighed. “You don’t let me other choices, Cameron.” She handed me another letter, bigger than the first one. I frowned. I knew she was going to blackmail me, as Monroe warned me. But I was ready to fight back.

I underestimated her. Of course I did. I was so stupid. I realized it when I opened that letter and discovered a pic coming from an ultrasound. My ultrasound. I immediately teared up.

“I am pretty sure you remember the day you did this exam.” I wasn’t looking at her but I knew she was smiling, enjoying this moment. “You know, just before you had your abortion.”

I don’t know how I found the courage to look at her, but I did. “Yeah… you were with me that day.” I should maybe say that asking her help was the worst decision of my life. And I realize now it was. But on the moment, I was so desperate. My boyfriend disappeared, I was about to go to jail, my baby taken from me and forced to live as an Eight. I did what every girl would have done: I asked help to my mother. She found a doctor for me and even supported me. All of that was lies of course.

“I was… Which means I know everything. What day you did it, who is the father, who is the one who practiced the abortion… Everything.”

I squinted and crossed my arms. I knew what I did was extremely dangerous. “What is your point?”

“I helped you once. But now I won’t hesitate to denounce you.”

I dropped the ultrasound pic. “You���re totally mad! Only… only for a Selection?! Seriously, mom! Do you think I would make such a great queen to blackmail me like you do?!”

She scoffed. “You would be a dreadful queen, dear.”

Thanks for the love, mom.

“So why?!”

“To get a better position of course.” She said with a too soft voice. “Selected, even eliminated, find good matches. You would become the wife of a powerful Two, just by staying two days in the palace!”

She was nuts. She made all that plan… to get me married?!

“That’s all I ask you. Few days in the palace.. then you’ll receive a proposal.. and you’ll be a Two!”

She saw my grimace and pouted. “You would be an athlete. Finally you could practice sports professionally. That’s what you have always wanted Cameron.”

“Not the arranged marriage, no.” I wasn’t a object, something we could use whenever we wanted.

She let the file in front of me. “Because you think someone could marry you because he loves you? Certainly not. Why did he run away you think?”

She took a pen and put it next to the file. “It is your only chance to have a good life Cameron… think about it.” She took the ultrasound pic left on the floor, shook it in front of me a last time and disappeared in the corridor. I stared at the letter, feeling more empty than ever. I was torn between my independence and her cruel words. Cruel but true. I bit my bottom lip, keeping the tears away. I should have known she would use the abortion against me one day. She was a monster, she didn’t have any heart.

I didn’t know what to do. Refusing her offer meant jail… accepting meant jail. I was stuck.

Amilia suddenly entered and saw the letter in front of me. She jumped, excited. “You’re gonna do it? You’re gonna do the Selection?” She hugged me tightly. She wanted me to do it of course, but she was too sweet to even suggest it to me.

Amilia took the pen. “Can I fill the application for you? I wrote better than you.” She joked. She didn’t wait my answer and started writing my information. I looked at her. She was so happy, too happy to notice how overwhelmed I was. Suddenly I knew.

I was already in jail.

[exposingillea-blog]

@emmalynatwood got put on the top 10 out of pity. @domschreave just needed some of the lesser known girls to get attention

[clove-teasdale]

appreciation post edition numero two

((ooc post)) 

HEY YALL IM BACK. unless u live under a rock (or fine, maybe this is your first selection), u would know i was @jynsongxvii during the dreaded obscurantism of ocnet selections, aka dom’s selection. back then, i posted a little thing to boost morale up when some anon stuff seemed to be getting hairy, so i’m doing it again. i should actually be writing my next crooks fic but,,, i mean,,, yeah, whatever. yall will live with the wait if you’re keeping up with that. let’s get started. 

last time i think i did all the girls cause it was pretty early on in the selection, but considering levels of activity at the moment, the fact that the end is getting nearer and the other fact that i’m kinda busy + have fics to write, i will have to keep it brief. sorry if i get ur name wrong, but i tried to remember. this is based on personal interaction and what i’ve managed to get from your characters, so, yeh. if we haven’t talked much i will focus on oc. ALPHABETIC ORDER. no fights.

t h e -  e l  i  t e

me ↠ i go first. i am water. i am also awesome. ALSO also, i suck. all the typos and CAPS. i will send u all the reaction pics i have compiled and u will realize i am a meme. decent-ish writing? crooks trash. i called froy gutierrez fort once because of auTOCORRECT HATING ME. never shuts up. probably should. my face is okay.

anna aka @ladyaadamaier ↠ german secret princess. lonely allegra that lived happily with the stars. tried her best to have two ocs and both reached elite so ayeee, u prevailed. 

anya aka @camille-marshall ↠ tHE SARGENT. or lieutenant actually. i am bad with military and i am not going to do more research, okay? the appreciator of all my caps and typos. has an awkward bean as an oc that must learn to stop being elsa with the “conceal don’t feel” vibe and--JUST ACCEPT U LOVE THE PALACE MARSHALL. gave us the gift of drunk marshall as well.  gOT INTO THE COLLEGE SHE WANTED YEET.  ur face is lovely.

bethia aka @fleur-quinn ↠ seems really nice ooc. has hosted an oc birthday for the redhead star with a fake twin. it’s been interesting competing against u for the side prince so far. nice oc fights on the rp. A+

brianna aka @eloiseduval ↠ the ™ to my ™. i’m glad we’ve fINALLY been able to get close in this selection. u are the coolest of beans but need to actually talk to people more. anyhow. lovely fics, like, yes they are good sHUt uP. always has nice ocs and trying her best. also adamant crooks shipper, so thanks. please give her love. she’s just playing the game. ur face is lovely.

lena aka @claraeclair ↠ super nice ooc. her oc gave all the sweets. was a literal cinnamon roll in and out of character. also, ik u and u are a sNEAKY ONE. she knows what i’m talking about.

simone aka @victoria-seaberg ↠ cracked mal so she doesn’t hate her oc. very active. we haven’t talked much but you’re friends with lovely people ik and it’s pretty clear you’re a literal cinnamon roll bringing all the support. keep that up. her oc is not to be messed with.

skye aka @ladyvenusvale ↠  pInK hAiR for the beauty guru now. has hosted an oc party too! with taylor swift which i technically owe thE DUET ™ for, so thanks skye. also ZEDAYA. like, yes. thank you. if you want oc drama, ask her help. she will do what she can to deliver. ur face is lovely.

zara aka @mistylane059   ↠ wine ™ . has included guards like me! guards are always nice. put a lot of effort on including her maids in fics. also, was my secret santa wuu~ 

some people i will mention because ik them lol. 

cass aka @memeselectionoc ↠ memes. must i say more? i mean, memes guys. mEMES. pretty sure she sends love to people because i am a detective and figure stuff like that out. wants meme not hate. ur face is lovely. oc maya got her bff to date her and was part of the awkward hand-gestures club with... 

issy aka @evelyn-fenton ↠ yes part of that club (i broke alphabet cause i needed these two together). awkward writer bean that had brotp with maya. got herself a guy before leaving. DREW AWESOME CLOVE AS MY SS, LIKE? deserves all the acknowledgment. gOT INTO THE COLLEGE SHE WANTED TOO YEET. ur face is lovely.

chris aka @phaniecastello  ↠ AWESOME. IMPROVEMENT IN WRITING ENGLISH. so prOUD. grandma that everyone should love. had a super nice oc and is super nice ooc. the sweetest bean. loretta was crazy. ur face is lovely.

I THINK SYL? aka @vaticancameos333 ↠ I BELIEVE YOUR OC WAS JORDAN? IF NOT I AM SORRY TO HAVE MISTAKEN YOU BUT,,, has been keeping up with my crooks fics even tho her character isn’t active anymore and I NEEDED U IN THE APPRECIATION POST BECAUSE THAT IS SO NICE OF YOU. THANKS. also i followed ur blog through clove and it’s one of the things that keeps my dash alive. A+

T H E - H O S T S

grace and claire aka... um, lets just tag @nathaniel-schreave & @brooks-schreave  ↠ FICS. SHIPS. STORYLINES. PUTTING A LOT OF EFFORT WHILE BEING IN SCHOOL. trying their best as anyone who is prince does and as all we do as contestants. lots of characters! H U G E improvement from dom the brick. one of them is the reason i will never forget the alamo. ur faces are lovely.

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that has been my psa. ik there is stress sometimes guys, I BREATHE STRESS. but let’s be civil, not bitter. remember hannah montanna. see a vine compilation when u are upset. pray if u believe in God. IDK. even talk it out civilly. that’s cool too. but don’t throw blind jabs at each other cause that’s just gonna get us all upset and maybe you’ll make someone who isn’t at fault feel bad. sending love yet again, i will shut up now.

water.

[hyacinth-pierce]

The Report Ep 2 (7/7)

We’re almost done with this episode of the Report, but we need to hear from Prince Dom what the answers to his riddles are.

Dom Schreave: Well, I’m not going to answer each riddle, because most of them were pretty simple. But to be fair, I didn’t have a lot of time to come up with them. Anyway, here’s the actual list:

Top:

Melody Nolan Isabella Faulkner Annelise Newstone Jyn Song Evadne Leventhorpe

Middle:

Devon Muerner Aricia East Berklee Boyer Emmalyn Atwood

Bottom:

Kat Dempsey Debbie Varker Finley Gansey Fiona Rossi Theia Huntley

Well that was certainly a fun episode, don’t you think? Let us know what you think, and I’ll see you all next time on The Report! I’m Hyacinth Pierce, signing off!

[princebenedict]

denizxtarkan​:

Não era uma crítica, ao menos não uma que ela pudesse interpretar de modo negativo. Pelo contrário. Era uma pessoa humilde o suficiente, mas tinha orgulho do seu dom e da sua paixão. Elogios às suas habilidades eram sempre bem vindas. “Obrigada. É que a minha mãe…” Não, a mãe de Deniz não era artista. “Gosta muito de arte, então eu acabei tendo contato com isso cedo. É uma paixão que partilhamos.” Bem, ao menos não precisara mentir para disfarçar, apenas escolher as palavras certas. “Fiz aulas, sim. Mas acho que eu sempre tive isso em mim, sabe? Gostava de brincar com tintas e pincéis quando tinha menos de dois anos. O que se está se perguntando: sim, pode ser um caos, considerando a quantidade de paredes e roupas que eu manchava” Ainda tinha uma parte da parede de sua sala com umas manchas antigas que atestavam sua história. Os olhos cresceram um pouco quando percebeu o erro no pronome de tratamento, como se não bastasse toda a situação e a conversa sobre - sabe, coisas que não eram moda e salto alto. “Desculpe, Alteza” Corrigiu, utilizando-se de uma das opções que ele parecia achar correto. “E desculpe outra vez pela invasão. As vezes eu sou um pouquinho impulsiva, mas prometo que não foi por mal. E que não faço mais!! Manterei as mãos longe das suas obras, alteza.” Repetiu o tratamento principalmente para lembrar a si mesma do correto.

"Ahh sim, entendo.” - Não era surpresa alguma que muitas pessoas da casta dois gostassem de arte, na verdade era extremamente comum. Muitos deles sabiam pintar e assim como Ben não faziam daquele dom uma profissão pois não podiam, mas ninguém nunca falou nada sobre hobbies. “Eu realmente entendo.” - E então ele parou o que fazia para olhar para a morena. “Muitas pessoas nascem com o dom. Posso ver que isso se aplica a senhorita. Talvez acabe sendo melhor que alguém da casta cinco, os verdadeiros artistas.” - Ele brincou, com um sorriso nos lábios. Benedict tinha muita admiração por todas as pessoas, ele era fascinado com o fato de como cada pessoas, independente da casta, podia fazer o melhor de si com as limitações que a classe social impunha. “Espera, você também pintou as paredes?” - Ele perguntou rindo, aquilo era definitivamente algo que ele fizera quando pequeno, ainda existia um cômodo do palácio a qual a parede era pintada do teto ao chão, obra dele, aos dez anos, é claro. Benedict riu ao se lembrar. Quando ela se desculpo, ele sentiu-se mal por te-la corrigido, no entanto, somente o fizera pois se ela queria ser rainha algum dia, precisaria começar a aprender uma coisa ou outra, ou a mãe dele pegaria muito pesado com a pobre coitada. Abby Schreave podia ser uma perigosa sogra. “Ja disse que não há necessidade de se desculpar. Mas tome cuidado da próxima vez por ande anda. Não quer ser pega no quarto de algum príncipe que não seja o meu irmao, quer?” - Ele brincou, com um sorrisinho um pouco sacana nos lábios. “Que tal se da próxima vez nos combinássemos de pintar um quadro juntos? Pode ate presentear meu irmão com ele.” - Sugeriu com um sorriso nos lábios. Ben, apensar de fazer suas pegadinhas e brincadeirinhas queria que Alex encontrasse uma esposa.

[alinaschreave-blog]

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a/n: so i wrote this lil fic. there will be more to come in regards to this subject, but here’s the introduction to it. hope you enjoy! i’d love to hear what you guys think (but also please remember, your characters would know nothing about this fic, so cannot have conversations about it used as rp’s)

A lot of my ancestors, my predecessors were reported calling the palace a cage, somewhere they were stuck for their entire lives. For me, it has always been my home. The negative memories I have are always outweighed by positive ones: Callie’s birth, Evan and I riding horses together when we were kids, dinners with just me and my dad. The palace has always felt warm to me. The maids and butlers smile at me when I walk past, I know the names of all the chefs and everyone is always smiling, at least for the most part.

When I was called in by the head housekeeper, Ms. Trappe, she was definitely not smiling. She shut the door tight behind me and gestured for me to take a seat on the couch. I’d never seen her look so upset. Ms. Trappe was almost a second mother to me. I used to spend hours on end with her in her room or walking about the palace. She was my favorite member of the palace staff, and I was her favorite royal.

There was only one other person in the room with us, a young butler whose eyes were so wide and scared looking that I couldn’t help but thinking he looked like a deer in headlights. Ms. Trappe forced him into one of the plush chairs across from where I was sitting.

“Alina,” she said softly, the stern look still prevalent on her face. “This is Jalal. He has something very important to tell you.” She touched her hand to his shoulder. When he looked back at her, she nodded and he turned to me.

“I— I was c-cleaning an o-old closet-t yester—yesterday,” he stuttered.

“Go on,” Trappe encouraged, nodding at him once more.

“I f-found s-something. T-there was— was a b-box.”

“It’s okay,” I said, cutting him off, “you can tell me.” He let out a breath before beginning again.

“I found a box with some old documents. I found your birth certificates. You and Prince Dominic. I… I think you’re going to want to take a look at them,” he said finally, pulling folded pieces of paper out of his pocket and handing them to me. I almost rolled my eyes. What was the big deal about a birth certificate? Everyone had one.

I spread the pages out flat. The first was Dom’s.

Dominic Michael Schreave

Born 5 May, 2382 at 4:13 PM

Father: Jameson Schreave

Mother: Eleanora Schreave

I skipped through everything about his blood type, his status, things I already knew or didn’t care about. I shuffled the next page over the top.

Alina Jane Schreave

Born 5 May, 2382 at 4:09 PM

Father: Jameson Schreave

Mother: Eleanora Schreave

I took a second to scan it before I turned back to Jalal and Ms. Trappe.

“I don’t see what the big deal is, they’re just birth certific— oh, my God.” My breath caught in my throat. “Why are you telling me this? Do my parents know? Does Dom know?” I rambled off questions faster than I could even think of them.

“Alina, slow down.” Ms. Trappe came to sit next to me on the sofa. “No one else knows but you. You’re like a daughter to me, Beena.” The nickname calmed me down, if only a little. “I wanted you to make this decision. This could change your entire life. And your brother’s. Jalal has sworn not to say anything unless you decided to share this information.”

I couldn’t do anything but blink. My heart was racing, my ears ringing. No words came out when I opened my mouth.

“How did this happen?” My voice was so soft I barely heard it.

“The box was marked with your grandfather’s name. It had a lot of his more… secretive belongings in it. We believe that he took the certificates and told the doctors to tell your parents that it was a boy who was born first. He was a very conservative man, but your parents had been talking about naming a female heir if she was the eldest.”

“I’m the rightful heir of Illéa.”

“Yes,” she said. I blew out a breath.

“Can I… can I have some time with this? I promise I’ll have an answer soon.”

“Of course, Princess. Take all the time you need.”

I shakily got to my feet and managed to make it all the way to my room before I started hyperventilating. The documents were still clenched in my hand.

Alina Schreave, heir to the Illéan throne, I thought. I slid to the floor, my back against the bedframe, dropping my head onto my knees. What the hell was I going to do?

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Challenge 1: Charlotte Bane

I didn’t edit this so I am truly and deeply sorry for all the mistakes and typos, but I hope whoever reads this that they enjoy it :) People mentioned: @berklee-boyer @alinaschreave @domschreave @princepercyschreave @princesslillianschreave

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It’s easy to let your guard down. It’s easy to make mistakes. But five sets the record.

I was used to attending formal events growing up, but not as an invited guest. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I was completely terrified and insecure. Being a six in a room full of ones and twos was enough to knock down my ego a few pegs.

As my maids proceeded to set my hair and apply my makeup, I couldn’t help but think of the recently eliminated. There were girls sent home that I never imagined I’d make it further than. The process made me feel special but terrified. I felt that I could be thrown out at a moment’s notice.

“I’m not okay,” Berk exclaims as she swings open the door, effectively interrupting my thoughts.

My poor maid, startled, dropped her brush and glared at my blonde friend. “Berklee! What?”

“I don’t know! Something about my hair doesn’t seem right!”

I examined her hair to try to figure out what her issue was. “What about it?”

Berklee looked at me as if I was stupid before her faced formed into one of thought. “I don’t know. Like it looks amazing. Maybe I’m just nervous. Like what do you even do at a ball?”

I chuckled at her rambling. “Your hair is definitely gorgeous. And does it look like I would know? Aren’t you the know it all three,” I grinned.

“Stop,” she rolled her eyes. “But do I look okay?”

I let out a sigh. “You look beautiful, trust me.”

“Girl, you look so much better.”

I smiled a bit to myself. It was nice to be complemented once in awhile. With my former profession, I was used to being the one to offer my praise. This all felt so new, yet amazing. “I’m not even fully dressed,” I retorted, gesturing to my robe.

Berk gave me a flat look. “Whatever. Hurry up.”

“Just a second,” I hushed. “I have to finish up my hair. How is it by the way?”

“I love it! The twists are super cute,” she grinned.

I smiled and nodded at her before walking into my closet with my maid. She helped me into the gown since there was no possible way of me getting it on or off single handedly. Once the job was done, I stepped out to show Berk. “Here, how’s this?”

“Oh my god. That’s amazing! It’s so pretty! It’s so you!” The dress was a gorgeous emerald color that reached the floor. There was a 90% chance I’d end up tripping over it at least once tonight.

“Thanks, Berk,” I said awkwardly. “We should probably head over now. Wouldn’t want to be late.”

With that said, Berk and I made our way out of the room and down to the ball. I was met with beautiful decorations and a striking wave of anxiety. I took a deep breath and walked towards the Bitch Squad for a small photo session with the press. I smiled at them and spoke to them for a bit before leaving the group. I still have no clue why I left. I probably should’ve stayed with a friend to help my nerves. But, alas, I had made the first mistake of the night.

I glanced around the room before deciding to busy myself with a few refreshments. I noticed a guard eyeing me closely, so I grabbed a drink, hoping it would discourage him from starting a conversation with me. This plan did not work.

“Hey, princess, how are you,” the guard smirked.

I looked at him out of the corner of my eye uneasily. “I'm… uh… okay.”

He inched closer to me. “Wanna dance?”

I stepped back. “I don’t think so…”

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

The guard leaned back. “Alright, but find me when you change your mind. Because you will.”

I cringed. “Okay…” I definitely wasn’t going to change my mind. I stepped away from him quickly and looked around for an easy exit or distraction. I was definitely distracted as I saw Evan and Kat talking. Percy had mentioned before of his thoughts toward the pair. He said he felt his brother was a bit hypocritical. Evan must’ve thought the same thing since he seemed to leave Kat quite suddenly. Huh, I thought.

I found a comfortable area to sit in as I watched the ball go on. I was kicking myself for not enjoying this ordeal like all the other Selected seemed to. This could be your life, I scolded myself. You have to get a grip.

Pulling me out of my thoughts, an older woman strutted towards me regally. “Is there something wrong, darling, or are you just not a party person?”

I looked up a bit startled. It was Princess Lillian, Percy’s mom. This should be fun. “Everything’s fine,” I smiled weakly. “This is just a bit new for me.”

Lillian sneered down her nose as if she thought she was better than everyone else. She probably did. “Well, you’d better get used to it if you ever hope to join the royal family.”

Though what she had said was true and something I had already told myself, I wasn’t comfortable with the way she spoke to me. To be honest, it sounded like my own mother.

“Guess you’re right. My apologies, your highness,” I said, gritting my teeth. “I didn’t mean to offend you so greatly.” I didn’t sound sincere at all.

“Of course you didn’t.” Do you not understand sarcasm, Mrs. Schreave? Lillian eyed me more carefully. Part of me was worried she could read my mind. “Which one are you again?”

Should I say someone else’s name, I asked myself. Nope, definitely not. That would end very badly. “Charlotte, ma'am.”

Her eyes flashed with recognition. “Ahh, you’re the one my youngest is so obsessed with.”

Youngest? “Callie? Funny. I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting her yet.”

“No, I mean Percy of course.” Poor, ignored Callie.

“Right, Percy. I’m not sure I follow.”

Lillian pinched the bridge of her nose. “What don’t you follow dear girl? It’s not that complicated.”

My patience was definitely running out with this woman. Whatever I had drunken earlier wasn’t helping my control at all. “I don’t follow,” I began slowly, “why you would choose the word ‘obsessed’. It’s not that complicated,” I mocked.

“You’re all he talks about. You’re all the media talks about in regards to him. Seems like an obsession to me.” This woman didn’t seem too fond of this realization.

I shrugged. “I prefer the word ‘interested’, don’t you? Sounds less crazy. You wouldn’t want people thinking your son was crazy.”

“My son is crazy, darling. Both of them are, in their own ways. The trick is just learning to accept it.”

Don’t say it, Charlotte. Don’t say it.

“Did you also accept yourself?”

Why? Why did I do that? This would be the second mistake of the night.

“Excuse me,” Lillian blurted.

Shoot. I have to fix this. “Just that if your sons are both crazy, in lovable ways I assume, wouldn’t you say you are too?” Total B.S.

Lillian look absolutely appalled. “No, of course I am not! How dare you accuse me as such,” she exclaimed.

“I didn’t accuse you of anything. I simply asked a question.”

“Mmhmm. A question insinuating that I am, in fact, crazy. Which I am clearly not.” Yeah…

I simply nodded. “Clearly.”

Lillian crossed her arms. “Well, is there anything else or are you able to enjoy my party now?” Oh yes, I’m just having a grand time.

“I’m enjoying it immensely,” I grit out. “Thanks for asking.” There wasn’t a genuine bone in my body in that moment.

“Excellent. Have a nice rest of your evening,” she responded before turning to leave. When she finally walked away, I let out a deep sigh. Lillian was the mother of Evan, Percy, and Callie. I haven’t met Callie or Evan personally but I knew they weren’t awful. And Percy… he wasn’t too bad.

I forced myself to stand up. I may not have been having the best of times, but I might as well try to be social for a bit. If I was feeling miserable after trying, I’d leave. Simple as that.

I spotted Berklee and decided to make some conversation. “Hey, Berk. Enjoying yourself?”

She turned around and smiled at me. “Yeah expect that my feet are killing me. You?”

“Horrible. I just got done having a lovely conversation with Princess Lillian.”

“What happened,” she asked concerned.

“I was already feeling pretty awkward and she wasn’t really happy about that. But, she said her youngest was obsessed with me. I’ve never even met Callie. She did correct herself and say Percy, but whatever. You’ve spoken to Callie, right,” I rambled.

“Yes I have. She’s the cutest,” Berklee grinned. She really seemed to love that girl. “She’s right over there if you want to talk to her.” She pointed over to a little girl with blondish hair.

“Yeah, sure. Why not?” Berklee grabbed my hand and led me over to the youngest royal. Callie was a whirlwind of energy. She was pretty funny for a little kid. Though the moment she mentioned that I seemed to be the topic of conversation quite frequently. “Oh!! YOU’RE Charlotte!!” Callie exclaimed after I was introduced by Berklee.

“I’M Charlotte?”

Callie grinned. “Yeah. I keep hearing your name, but didn’t know what you looked like.” This little girl seemed to have a mischievous glint in her eye. She acted innocent, but I had a feeling she knew exactly what she was talking about.

Berklee and I shot her a questioning glance. “You keep hearing her name,” Berk asked.

“Yeah. Dom and Percy talk about her a lot.” I flushed at her response. I hoped it wasn’t anything too awful. It probably wasn’t bad at all. Percy and Dom were interesting guys, but I doubted they were the type to gossip. I think.

Callie continued to ramble about her silly antics and never fail to embarrass me with talk about her brother and cousin. She was a good kid.

Berk and I said our goodbyes as she left to enjoy more of the ball. I stood there for a moment thinking about what else I could do to pass the time and maybe actually have fun there.

“Hey there, angel,” someone whispered from behind me, sliding their arms around me.

I jumped away from the person and whipped around. “Jeez, what is wrong with you!? You scared me half to death,” I yelled at Percy.

He simply laughed. “Sorry, I thought it was funny.”

“I’m sure you did.” I retorted sarcastically. “What are you doing over here?”

“Just… came to check in on things. How are you feeling about being at your first ’royal ball’,” he said with raised brows and finger quotes.

“Not… well to be honest. Lots of anxiety in me at the moment,” I sighed and offered him a small smile.

“Why? Just cause I scared you,” he teased.

“No.” I rolled my eyes. “Because I’m not used to this. It’s stressful doing new things, I’ve come to learn.”

Percy shrugged. “Yeah, I get that. But seriously, there’s nothing to worry about here. It’s just the Selected and my family. No big deal. It’s not like you need to worry about the Czar of Russia showing up or anything.”

“But I do need to worry about Illean Royalty being here,” I pointed out.

“Nah, we’re not as special as people think. Really, just be yourself and you’ll be fine. Or just ignore them. That works too,” he joked. Percy looked around the room. “Listen, I have to be seen talking to more than one person, but if you can survive the rest of this ball, I’ll save the last dance of the night for you. Okay?”

“Okay.” Not okay. I really didn’t want to left by myself. I didn’t want him to leave.

Percy gave me an encouraging smile before walking away. I watched his retreating figure and say him turn towards the direction of Aricia. My chest tightened.

I never considered myself an overly emotional person. Everything I felt, I usually kept inside, and I was not about to let it all out. I needed to get out of there.

I stalked towards the exit and say Alina by the door. I figured I’d at least greet her. Looking back, I wish I hadn’t. Don’t get me wrong, I love Alina. But what I did next shone that moment in a negative light. “Oh… Hey Alina.”

“Charlotte,” she exclaimed, drink in hand. “Where are you going?”

I wracked my mind for an excuse. “Just thought I’d take an early night.”

“Noooo! What happened?” She was clearly drunk.

“Nothing,” I glanced towards the dancing couple. “This just isn’t really my scene. I just haven’t gotten used to all this yet.”

“Well that’s because you haven’t had anything to drink!” Alina looked at me as if I was crazy. “Come on, let’s find out what you like!”

“I don’t know, Alina… “ I’ve never had a real drink before. I wasn’t sure if I could even hold my liquor. Percy and Aricia weren’t worth getting drunk over. I looked over towards them again and practically threw my last thought out the window. “You know what? Never mind. I’ll try those pink drinks.” And that was the third mistake.

“Hell yeah you will!” Alina dragged me towards the refreshment table and grabbed me a glass.

I took a sip of the blushed liquid. I burned a bit but had a fruity aftertaste. “It’s not that bad, I guess.”

“It’ll get worse if you keep sipping it like that! Chug!” Wait, what? I wanted to say no. I should’ve said no. I didn’t say no.

I took a deep breath and drank a large gulp. “Oh my God, what’s in this?”

“Keep going,” Alina encouraged and ignored my question. “You can’t get drunk off one glass, so you better chug faster.”

Stupidly, I followed suit. I finished the drink and pressed my palm to my forehead. I still wasn’t feeling it. By then, I wanted to. I wanted it to distract me. “Give me another.”

It took about three drinks to really get to me. It really got to me. “I think we’re done now,” Alina giggled.

I was beginning to why people drank and also why they didn’t. “The room is spinning, oh God,” I stumbled. “This night sucks. Like super sucks.”

“Why?!”

“People. People suck.” He sucks. “You know what, I wanna dance. I’m going to dance.” Before Alina could even get a word in, I stormed onto the dance floor. I needed a dance partner. Maybe that creep of a guard from earlier. Yeah, he’d work. I search the room for him, trying my best to clear my blurred mind. I spotted a tall guy with brown hair and figured it was him. Even if it wasn’t, it didn’t matter. I just needed someone. “We should dance.” I grabbed the guard before recognizing him as someone else. “Oh wait… uh. You’re not the guard from earlier…”

Prince Dominic Schreave. Of course.

That was my fourth mistake of the night.

“Well, hello there, Charlotte.” Dom smirked.

“Your highness… I’d curtsy, but I don’t think it’s possible in this position.” Dom and I were a dancing form. I was trying my best to act ‘not drunk’. I’m pretty sure I was failing. I was sure he could smell the alcohol in my breath. Just great.

“No need to curtsy. Are you feeling okay? You seem a little… high-strung.” He glanced at me worriedly.

“It’s just really hot in here. Do you think it’s hot in here?”

“I don’t know. Hmm… maybe it’s just you,” he winked.

I let out an overly loud laugh. Yeah, that’s not obvious at all. “You’re so funny! Who knew you were so funny? Wow.”

“Yeah, I am pretty funny… Are you sure you’re feeling okay?”

“Is ‘no’ an acceptable answer?” I grinned.

Dom raised his eyebrows. “Is there anything I can do to help?” Probably not, I thought. That’s what the drinks were for.

“Tell me what’s in the pink drinks they’ve been serving here?”

“The Amarula Sunsets? Please tell me you didn’t drink one…” Dom looked actually freaked out now. How sweet. He wasn’t the one I wanted to worry.

“I didn’t drink one. I drank three,” I giggled.

Dom’s eyes widened. “Holy… Charlotte, those things are filled with vodka! And I’m guessing you haven’t had much of a chance to drink in the past, so you haven’t built up any tolerance… maybe someone should take you back to your room…”

“No, no I’m fine. I’ll be fine,” I stumbled. “I’m so sorry. This is really embarrassing…” I looked over towards Percy, hoping he didn’t see that, but didn’t spot him at all. Where was he?

“Charlotte, are you okay,” ran over and asked frantically. Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

“I’m fine,” I grumbled.

Percy glared at me. “You don’t look fine.” He looked over to Dom. “What happened?”

I hated he looked at me that way. I hated that it bothered me at all. I didn’t want my emotions to get out, yet I let them get the best of me. I drank to make myself forget them, but lost control of them altogether.

“She drank too many of those Sunsets,” he replied.

Percy ran a hand through his hair. “Char, why would you do something so stupid?”

“I didn’t realize what was in them,” I bit. I may not have known what type of alcohol was in those drinks, but I knew what I was doing. In the back of my mind I knew I was being stupid. “You’re stupid.”

Dom nodded towards Percy and stepped away, seeing he could handle this.

“Why am I stupid, angel? You’re the one drinking things when you don’t know what they are.” I knew.

“Th-they were pretty.” I stumbled again and fell into Percy. God, this was embarrassing. I was so pissed off. And for what? A guy? What would my mother think…

Percy catches me. “Maybe I should take you to your room…”

“Don’t flirt with me,” I slurred into his shirt.

He let out a laugh. “For once, I’m not trying to. Come on,” he said as he led me towards the doors.

From that point, I can only remember mumbling random things to Percy. As we got closer to my room, a strong wave of nausea hit me. “I feel like I’m going to be sick.”

Percy groaned. “Ok, let’s hurry this up.” He picked me up bridal style and raced me into my room.

“Percy, I swear to God if you drop me…”

He grinned wickedly. “Never.”

“Put me down anyway,” I scolded. “You have to leave. I’m going to be sick. Why the hell do people drink?” I knew why I did at least.

“No, I gotta make sure you don’t choke on your own puke. And I don’t have any clue why people drink. I guess to make themselves seem more interesting. I’ve never had any interest though,” he responded as he carried me into my bathroom and set me down.

“You’re already interesting.” I dropped to the toilet and leaned over to breathe. Percy gathered my hair up and held it back.

“Exactly why I don’t need to drink. And neither do you.”

It was quiet for a little while as I steadied my breathing. The feeling of throwing up was beginning to leave. “I think I’m fine. Nausea passed.”

Percy rubbed my back. For the second time that night, my chest tightened. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“This was the worst night ever,” I said lowly.

He chuckled. “It absolutely was not the worst night ever. I have had SO much worse.”

“Did you make a complete fool of yourself in front of someone you’re supposed to try to impress,” I retorted.

“You ever heard of strip poker?”

“You’ve played strip poker? You’re 17.” Sure, I was one to talk. I was getting drunk at 17.

“Yeah. Word of advice, never play it when an African King is in the next room over. And you’re playing against his daughter.”

“Of course. His daughter,” I muttered and rolled my eyes.

“Yeah… being a little drunk in front of a few minor royals is nothing compared to that… You should’ve seen Uncle Jameson’s face,” Percy laughed humorlessly and shook his head slightly.

“Are you okay?” I actually worried about Percy. I wasn’t exactly sober but I wasn’t fully drunk either. I wanted him to talk to me.

“Yeah, just… I’ve made a lot of stupid mistakes in my life… Well, I think you need to get to bed. Sleep off the embarrassment and hope you don’t wake up with a wicked hangover.”

The room became quiet. “You never danced with me.”

Percy looked at me nervously. “Are you…,” he cleared his throat to continue. “Are you feeling well enough for a dance?”

I looked looked up hesitantly. “Are you asking me to dance?”

Percy stared at me for a moment. I couldn’t make out the look on his face. “Yeah, I guess I am.”

“Then I feel well enough.”

Percy smiled softly. “Well, okay then.” He pulled me closer to him and let me rest my head on his shoulder as we began to sway slightly.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

Percy tightened his hold on me. “What are you sorry for, angel?”

“For being an idiot,” I started. “For getting jealous and not thinking.”

Percy jerked in surprise. “Jealous? Of what?”

I glanced up at him and shook my head quickly. “N-nothing. It’s nothing.”

“No, tell me… Please.” The look on his face and in his eyes told me I couldn’t lie or refuse him. I wanted to.

I dropped my head. “You… other girls… her.”

Percy let out a breath. “You know I have to dance with other girls if they ask, right?”

I looked away quickly. “I know. Of course I know that.”

“Then why’d you let yourself get so drunk? I know it wasn’t entirely an accident. You’re too smart for that.”

“That’s the thing, Percy. I’m not smart. I’m a six. I’m a stupid maid. I can’t be some princess or three,” I pointed out. I knew I wasn’t exactly his type. I knew there was no point to what I’d done tonight. There was no point to any of this. I was a pastime for him. I wasn’t a real prospect. I was just me.

Percy stared at me. “You were smart enough not to trust me at first.”

“I wasn’t smart enough to not let myself get hurt so easily by trivial things that… that shouldn’t even concern me.” I ran my hand through my hair. It was a while before we said anything.

“Everyone has their limitations, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.” I scoffed at his joke. “Anyway, you really should be getting some sleep…”

“Maybe I should…” Percy made no move to leave. “I’m still in my dress.”

He grinned. “Do you need help getting out of it?”

I looked down quickly. “Actually, yes.”

Percy flushed and I strangely loved the sight. “Oh, um…. What do you normally sleep in?”

“Whatever is given to me. Usually a night gown. They’re in the closet over there,” I gestured.

Percy nodded and walked to the closet. He ruffled through the hangers before pulling out a skimpy nightgown. He turned around with a questioning look and his signature smirk.

“Definitely not. Grab the white one,” I said flatly.

He chuckled and pulled it out. “I see. So you’re going for the pure, virginal one.” Nothing wrong with that.

“You don’t call me angel for nothing.”

He smiled slightly. “Alright, turn around.” I followed suit. “Hold onto your dress.” I grabbed the front and held it to my chest. Percy slowly pulled down the zipper of my dress. The whole ordeal felt very intimate. Time seemed to slow down and everything faded away. Every problem outside my top was silenced.

When the zipper reached its final point, Percy stilled for a moment. He began to speak but his voices cracked. I smiled to myself. “Ok I’m going to put the nightgown over your head,” he instructed. “So now you can drop the dress.”

“Okay,” I responded quietly. I dropped my dress and tugged the nightgown down fully. I turned around slowly. “Thanks, Percy.”

“You’re welcome, Char,” he replied sincerely. “Alright.” Percy put his hands under my knees and lifted me up. “Let’s get you to bed.” He carried me over and gently set me onto my bed, lifted the covers, and tucked me in. He stood back up to leave.

“Percy, wait.”

“What?”

I hesitated before reaching up to kiss him on the cheek. “You’re a good guy.”

He stared at me with wide eyes and let out a small laugh. “I know, but people never seem to realize it…” He looked at me seriously. “Are you going to be okay now, angel?”

“Yeah,” I said softly. “I’ll be okay.”

He took my hand in his and squeezed it before letting it go. “Good night, Char.” Percy walked to the door but hesitated like he was nervous to leave. With one last glance, he stepped out of the room.

That was my fifth and final mistake of the evening– letting him.

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Meme Poll Results

1st: Evan "I hate Everything" Schreave 2nd: Gossipel x Dom 3rd: Brandon Bowen = Ben Bowers

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THE NEXT SELECTIONOC NET!

Vote here for the fc for the next prince of the selectionoc net!!

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PRACTICE CHALLENGE 1 : LIFE BEFORE THE SELECTION

Moodboard: Cameron Muirgen Nicholls

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Favorite meme?

Hmm… either Brandon Bowen as Dom or Evan "I hate everything" Schreave

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Rumor about Dom?

I heard that Dom Schreave is flawless and does car commercials in Japan.

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So would the new prince or princess be the child of dom or annelise or is this a new family of schreaves??

New family.

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The Report Ep 2 (6/7)

Alright let’s finally bring out our special guest star! Prince Dom! It’s so good to see you again.

Dom Schreave: It’s good to see you again, too, Hyacinth.

So we were wondering if you could let us know who’s right and who’s wrong about their placement here. Just a reminder to you and our fans, this is where everyone believed themselves to be:

Top:

Melody Nolan Annelise Newstone Debbie Varker Aricia East

Middle:

Berklee Boyer Finley Gansey Devon Muerner Jyn Song Evadne Leventhorpe Kat Dempsey Isabella Faulkner Emmalyn Atwood

Bottom:

Fiona Rossi Theia Huntley

So can you tell us what the placements really are?

Dom Schreave: Well, I haven’t done any puzzles for the girls in a while, so I think I’ll do the placements by a series of riddles, and then after the next commercial break we can show the answers. How does that sound?

I’d say that sounds very “you”, Your Highness. So what are your riddles?

Dom Schreave: Here they are. 

1. They say seeing life through a lens is distorted, but the photographer knows where she’s supposed to be.

2. There’s no honor in being wrong. If honor is your “thing”, take a step to your left.

3. If your initials (including first, middle, or last name) include  the 7th letter of the alphabet, step all the way to the right.

4. Whether or not they’ve won awards for acting, both actresses deserve an award for knowing their correct group.

5. If your province begins with a letter that is after “S”, stay exactly where you are.

6. There are two farm girls left in this Selection, and unfortunately they’re both going to have to plow their way out of the bottom group to stay in this Selection.

7. The Selected with the shortest full name belongs in the top group.

8. Your initials make it sound like you’ve got far to go, but in reality, you should stay exactly where you are.

9. (This one applies to several girls, so this riddle should be done last) Two girls whose last names begin with letters next to each other in the alphabet should switch places.

Thank you Prince Dom for those fun riddles. Well, let’s have a bit of a longer commercial break to give you all some time to figure it out. Post your guesses about who the riddles are about and tag the Report! We’ll reblog your guesses and be back in 15 minutes so Dom can reveal the answers! I know I can’t wait to see!

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Need a professional conversation stopper?? Not to worry, Dom Schreave can assist.