After the rebels disappeared the selected were lead to their rooms which were pretty much the same as it was before. Luckily it was just the black swan aka the southern rebels which where the chiller rebels as I'd like to call them. They didn't do anything other then mess up the castle. I thought it was pretty strange but they're rebels what can you expect?
I was laying on my bed thinking about what had happened. The staff was cleaning up the castle and all the selected were to stay in their rooms until further notice. Suddenly as if someone had read my mind a knock hit at my door.
Calla opened the door and there appeared a guard. Not just any guard, it had happened to be Fitz. He smiled that movie star smile that made me melt. "You're free to leave your rooms at any time." He said. Someone coughed. Fitz looked to his left and frowned. "Your highness." He bowed then he scurried away.
In came Keefe. "Keefe! Oh my gosh!" I cried. His arm was in a cast and the had stitches on his forehead. "I am so sorry!" I yelled as I got up. "Sophie...it's fine." He said, he winced every time he took a step.
"This is all my fault..." I facepalmed. "It's not." He said trying to comfort me. "Anyway, I'm supposed to come by and tell the selected about the projects." He said. "What projects?" "Every selection the selected come up with ideas to change Illea. It's due by next Friday." He explained.
"Well then." I replied. That was a lot to take in. Considering I had no ideas. "Alright I've got to go to the next selected's room. Get better." He said with a weak smile. He left the room with no further explanation.
I couldn't help but think he was mad at me. Had I done something wrong? Was he blaming me for what happened? Did he hate me?

Sorry for the short chapter! I'll try to update more often!