murder. murder? murder! she was supposed to... okay, hold up. was juliet in the wrong castle? was she at the wrong selection? jules was a lover, not a fighter. jules was freaking out. she had somehow stumbled into a murder plot. oh, shit. and all of the other selected... were okay with it? oh, shit! she was surrounded by murderers! two words: uh oh. juliet was scared. like... really scared. but with the chip in her neck... there was no going back. she couldn't let them know that she'd never hurt anyone... then they'd hurt her! she wasn't safe! holy shit! jules was very scared. that was an understatement.

skip ahead to her interview. she was nervous, but smiling her way through it. then the king and queen asked her how she planned on murdering their children. um... that was an odd question. what was wrong with these people? well, jules was just going to go with it so she could stay alive. "well, um," jules started, speaking slowly to give herself time to think. "i— uh, well. you see... it depends on the situation..." juliet said. where was she going with this? even jules didn't know where she was going with this. "but, i think... for this occasion. poison." jules said, surprising even herself with her answer. "yeah, it would be easy to slip in a drink. and untraceable..." jules said. and she was still smiling. she probably seemed extremely sadistic, when really, she was just nervous. luckily, she had watched enough crime shows in her day to be able to come up with an answer.