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(Recap...)

"Whenever you're ready," He whispered. Sophie closed the gap and touched her lips to his. But they were interrupted after a second when something hard hit Sophie in the back. She yelped in pain as she twisted out of Keefe's touch.

Light began to change and dance around the two. And then something odd happened. Sophie's leggings and shirt morphed into an old, worn, dress that looked like peasant attire from a fairytale while Keefe's clothing changed into princely velvets.

Just before the light completely enveloped them, Sophie saw what had hit her in the back: a book. On the cover was a girl in a dazzling ballgown. She recognized it as a book she had read recently about a prince falling in love with a peasant girl in a dystopian society.

It was called The Selection. And as Sophie realized what had happened from the glow of teal eyes, all she could do was whisper, "Uh Oh."

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I had so much fun during my stay, K, I can't wait to see you soon! Love, Cassandra xoxo

It was a letter to him from "Cassandra."

This was really odd, he obviously had his real name, she referred to him as "K", so, why didn't Biana? Maybe it was a quirk of the creation?

"Logan, Prince Klove?" The maid outside his door called again.

His door.

Keefe's heart dropped in his chest.

Something had gone wrong when Sophie's mind created this place.

"I'll be out in a second!" Keefe responded.

He raked his hand through his hair in dismay and worry.

How was he going to find the girl he loved?

Sophie wasn't Sophie.

Because the "K" stood for Klove

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Willow sighed as she finally finished sweeping the floor. That morning had been long and she was so glad that she was done cleaning and could read a book. An old, torn, book for that matter, but a book nonetheless. 

In Eterniale, the kingdom Willow lived in, there was a caste system. Meaning that each family had a social ranking on a scale of one to eight, one was the best, one was royalty. Willow and her family were fives so although their lives were hard, they didn't have the worst of it. 

Everyone always told Willow that she would easily be able to marry into a higher caste. She had a lovely, delicate figure and billowing hair. They said as long as she was kind and helpful she would be picked up by a four, maybe even a three. But Willow didn't want to just be kind and helpful she was a smart, outgoing young woman, and besides, she had already found the love of her life.

Hearing commotion from outside, Willow walked over to the window, there she saw a parade of girls skipping through the street to a large building. Willow rolled her eyes, mentally cursing the selection.

It was royal tradition that when the prince-to-be-king turned eighteen the royal family held a selection. Thirty five girls, one from each province would be selected randomly to travel to the palace and compete for the prince's heart. Willow though it was stupid, the spoiled prince who had everything he wanted got to have thirty five gorgeous girls parading around the castle, all of them head over heals for him. 

Well, most of them, at least. Willow knew that a lot of families, twos or threes, entered their daughters just for the crown, so they could be elevated to a royal status. Willow hated people like that. 

Willow's sister, Leah, and her mother walked into the kitchen where Willow had been previously looking out the window. Leah was smiling widely and her mother had a look in her eyes that said please! Willow sighed and addressed her sister, "What are you so happy about?"

Leah giggled and pulled an envelope out of her pocket, "You can enter into the selection!"

"Leah, please, I really have no desire to be a part of that. Do you see all the girls that are constantly mooning over him? Not my flock."

"Exactly Willow! You're different than all of them! You more beautiful than any of them but you are also smart and talented! Why wouldn't the prince want someone like you?"

"Because he probably wants whichever girl is the most willing to do whatever he says, I am not about to be controlled by a spoiled brat."

"But Willow, what if he's not? What if he's kind and charming, funny and smart. What if he wants a genuine girl who shares his traits, someone he can have civilized conversations with. A girl who won't immediately apologize for doing something even if she doesn't think she should apologize. Please, Willow? You'd be a perfect queen."

Willow turned to look out the window again. Girls were still gathering to submit their resumes and take their pictures in the skankiest clothes they could find. Willow never wanted to become someone like that. "My answer is final, Leah."

Leah pouted, looked to her mom, and then left the room. Willow, noticing that her mother hadn't left yet, turned around and put her hand on her hip. She rolled her eyes and asked, "Are you gonna beg me to apply for the selection too?"

Willow was a musician, she was hired by twos and threes to perform at their parties, she always worked for her family, never needing the money. The boy she loved was saving up money for them to buy their own house and get married. They had been 'dating' for three years, if you wanted to call it that. He was a seven, and it was highly looked down upon for a girl to marry down, but she loved him. Caste didn't really matter to Willow. 

"Listen Willow, would you please just apply? The chances of you getting picked are extremely slim, it's just... we need the money." If you were picked for the selection, you would immediately become a three and your family would receive monthly checks. And if you stayed through the cuts, until there were only six girls left, the elite, your family would automatically become threes. 

"If you apply you can start keeping half of the money you make."

Willow looked up. If she could keep some of the money she made, it would be easier to get married sooner and start the life she had always dreamed of with the person she loved. But... what if she did get picked? 

"I'll think about it."

"Thank you, Willow. You know it would make your sister so happy."

"Mhm"

After dinner, once everyone had gone to sleep, Willow snuck the food she had saved out from under her bed and put it in a little sack. She quietly climbed out of her window, praying that no one would hear her, the way she did every night. When she reached the grass of her small backyard, she walked over to the ladder that led up into the treehouse her father had built years before. 

She saw his exotic eyes watching her. And she could feel him smile. Willow climbed the ladder, and crawled into the treehouse.

What she was doing was illegal, she was violating curfew and doing it to spend time with a boy. But they had never been caught and it was worth it. 

They kissed and when she pulled away he said, "Do you remember anything weird or think that you aren't in the right place?"

"Huh?" What the heck was he talking about? "Avery, if you kidnapped someone and brainwashed them in to thinking they loved you, that certainly wouldn't be the first thing you should ask them! It would be suspicious." Avery stiffened and Willow teasingly punched his shoulder. "I'm joking, but no, I'm fine. Why?"

"No reason." Then he flashed his movie star smile, and Willow decided there was no way she was going to enter the selection on the off chance she might get selected. She loved the boy in front of her with everything in her heart.

Who did Prince Logan think he was anyway?

A/N There's a long chapter for you guys!