King Cody Schreave's selection had gone wonderfully. He'd met the most beautiful and kind woman possibly in all of Illéa. Their romance was one for the history books, and practically the whole country had shipped the two since the beginning.

The two lovers wed and two years later, the young queen gave birth to a son. And two years after that, a daughter. The family was happy. Truly happy as could be. But good things do not last forever, my friend.

Just four short years after the queen had given birth to her beautiful daughter, the worst rebel attack that had ever hit Illéa took place. The beloved queen was caught, cornered in her room and shown no mercy. Her burial took place the next day.

The happy family crumbled. The cheerful king broke, having to hold the weight of the world on his shoulders, and his alone.

This event changed the king. He became paranoid. He would not let the rebels take anything more from him. His children were put under extremely heavy protection. They never left the castle unless the need was dire. They were prisoners in their own home "for their safety".

No one exactly knows or remembers what the young princess Brooklyn and Prince Arthur look like.

But then out of no where, a selection is announced. What do you make of it? Will you join?