The Selection Stories Collection

by Kiera Cass

  “Good morning, Lady Celeste.”

  “Good morning, Your Majesty,” she said as she curtsied. Her voice was sugary, and I realized right away that many of these girls might have a hold on me. Maybe all this worry about not being able to love any of them wasn’t the true problem. Maybe I’d fall for all of them and never be able to choose.

  I motioned for her to sit across from me. “I understand you model.”

  “I do,” she answered brightly, thrilled to see I already knew this about her. “Primarily clothing. I’ve been told I have a good shape for it.”

  Of course, at those words, I was forced to look at said shape, and there was no denying just how striking she was.

  “Do you enjoy your work?”

  “Oh, yes. It’s amazing how photography can capture just a split second of something exquisite.”

  I lit up. “Absolutely. I don’t know if you’re aware, but I’m very into photography myself.”

  “Really? We should do a shoot sometime.”

  “That would be wonderful.” Ah! This was going better than I thought. Within ten minutes I’d already weeded out a definite no and found someone with a common interest.

  I could have probably gone on for another hour with Celeste, but if we were ever going to eat, I really needed to hurry.

  “My dear, I’m so sorry to cut this short, but I have to meet everyone this morning,” I apologized.

  “Of course.” She stood. “I’m looking forward to finishing our conversation. Hopefully soon.”

  The way she looked at me . . . I didn’t know the proper words for it. It sent a blush to my face, and I nodded my head in a tiny bow to cover it. I took some deep breaths, focusing myself on the next girl.

  Bariel, Emmica, Tiny, and several others passed through. So far, most of them were pleasant and composed. But I was hoping for so much more than that.

  It took five more girls until anything really interesting happened. As I stepped forward to greet the slim brunette coming my way, she extended her hand. “Hi, I’m Kriss.”

  I stared at her open palm and was prepared to shake it before she pulled it back.

  “Oh, darn! I meant to curtsy!” She did, shaking her head as she rose.

  I laughed.

  “I feel so silly. The very first thing, and I got it wrong.” But she smiled it off, and it was actually kind of charming.

  “Don’t worry, my dear,” I said, gesturing for her to sit. “There’s been much worse.”

  “Really?” she whispered, excited by the news.

  “I won’t go into details, but yes. At least you were attempting to be polite.”

  Her eyes widened, and she looked over at the girls, wondering who might have been rude to me. I was glad I’d chosen to be discreet, seeing as it was last night someone called me shallow, and that was a secret.

  “So, Kriss, tell me about your family,” I began.

  She shrugged. “Typical, I guess. I live with my mom and dad, and they’re both professors. I think I’d like to teach as well, though I dabble in writing. I’m an only child, and I’m finally coming to terms with it. I begged my parents for a sibling for years. They never caved.”

  I smiled. It was tough being alone.

  “I’m sure it was because they wanted to focus all their love on you.”

  She giggled. “Is that what your parents told you?”

  I froze. No one had asked a question about me yet.

  “Well, not exactly. But I understand how you feel,” I hedged. I was about to go into the rest of my rehearsed questions, but she beat me to it.

  “How are you feeling today?”

  “All right. It’s a bit overwhelming,” I blurted, being a bit too honest.

  “At least you don’t have to wear the dresses,” she commented.

  “But think of how fun it would have been if I had.”

  A laugh tumbled out of her mouth, and I echoed it. I imagined Kriss next to Celeste, and thought of them as opposites. There was something entirely wholesome about her. I left our time together without a complete impression of her, since she kept pointing the conversation back to me, but I recognized that she was good, in the best sense of the word.

  It was nearly an hour before I got to America. In the time between the first girls and her, I’d already met three solid standouts, including Celeste and Kriss, who I knew would be favorites with the public. However, the girl just before her, Ashley, was so dismally wrong for me she washed all of those thoughts out of my head. When America stood up and moved toward me, she was the only person on my mind.

  Something about her eyes was mischievous, whether she meant it or not. I thought of how she acted last night, and I realized she was a walking rebellion.

  “America, is it?” I joked as she approached.

  “Yes, it is. And I know I’ve heard your name before, but could you remind me?”

  I laughed and invited her to sit. Leaning in, I whispered, “Did you sleep well, my dear?”

  Her eyes said I was playing with fire, but her lips carried a smile. “I am still not your dear. But yes. Once I calmed down, I slept very well. My maids had to pull me out of bed, I was so cozy.” She confessed the last bit like it was a secret.

  “I am glad you were comfortable, my . . .” Ah, I was going to have to break this habit with her. “America.”

  I could tell she appreciated my effort. “Thank you.” The smile faded from her face, and she fell into thought, absently chewing on her lip as she played with words in her head.

  “I’m very sorry I was mean to you,” she finally said. “I realized as I was trying to fall asleep that even though this is a strange situation for me, I shouldn’t blame you. You’re not the reason I got swept up in all this, and the whole Selection thing isn’t even your idea.” Glad someone noticed. “And then, when I was feeling miserable, you were nothing but nice to me, and I was, well, awful.”

  She shook her head at herself, and I noticed my heart seemed to be beating a bit faster.

  “You could have thrown me out last night, and you didn’t,” she concluded. “Thank you.”

  I was moved by her gratitude, because I already knew she was past being anything close to insincere. Which brought me to a subject I had to broach if we were going to move forward. I leaned closer, elbows on my knees, both more casual and more intense than I’d been with the others already.

  “America, you have been very up-front with me so far. That is a quality that I deeply admire, and I’m going to ask you to be kind enough to answer one question for me.”

  She gave a hesitant nod.

  “You say you’re here by mistake, so I’m assuming you don’t want to be here. Is there any possibility of you having any sort of . . . of loving feelings toward me?”

  It felt like she played with the ruffles on her dress for hours while I waited for her to answer, and I sat there convincing myself that it was only because she didn’t want to seem too eager.

  “You are very kind, Your Majesty.” Yes. “And attractive.” Yes! “And thoughtful.” YES!

  I was grinning, looking like an idiot, I’m sure, so pleased she managed to see something positive in me after last night.

  Her voice was low as she continued. “But for very valid reasons, I don’t think I could.”

  For the first time, I was grateful Father trained me so well to hold myself together. I sounded quite reasonable when I questioned her. “Would you explain?”

  She hesitated again. “I . . . I’m afraid my heart is elsewhere.”

  And then tears appeared in her eyes.

  “Oh, please don’t cry!” I begged in a hushed voice. “I never know what to do when women cry!”

  She laughed at my shortcomings and dabbed at the corners of her eyes. I was happy to see her just so, lighthearted and genuine. Of course there was someone waiting for her. A girl this real would have to have been snatched up quick by some very smart young man. I couldn’t imagine how she ended up here, but that really wasn’t my c
oncern.

  All I knew was, even if she wasn’t mine, I wanted to leave her with a smile.

  “Would you like me to send you home to your love today?” I offered.

  She gave me a smile that was more like a grimace. “That’s the thing . . . I don’t want to go home.”

  “Really?” I leaned back, running my hand through my hair as she laughed at me again.

  If she didn’t want me, and she didn’t want him, then what the hell did she want?

  “Could I be perfectly honest with you?”

  By all means. I nodded.

  “I need to be here. My family needs me to be here. Even if you could let me stay for a week, that would be a blessing for them.”

  So she wasn’t fighting for the crown, but I still had something she wanted. “You mean you need the money?”

  “Yes.” At least she had the decency to be ashamed of it. “And there are . . . certain people,” she said with a meaningful look, “at home who I can’t bear to see right now.”

  It took a second for it all to click. They weren’t together anymore. She still cared about him, but she didn’t belong to him. I nodded, seeing the predicament. If I could get away from the pressures of my world for a week, I would take it.

  “If you would be willing to let me stay, even for a little while, I’d be willing to make a trade.”

  Now this was interesting. “A trade?” What in the world could she possibly offer?

  She bit at her lip. “If you let me stay . . .” She sighed. “All right, well, look at you. You’re the prince. You’re busy all day, what with running the country and all, and you’re supposed to narrow thirty-five, well, thirty-four girls, down to one? That’s a lot to ask, don’t you think?”

  While it sounded like a joke, the truth was she cut to the core of my anxieties with absolute clarity. I nodded at her words.

  “Wouldn’t it be much better for you if you had someone on the inside? Someone to help? Like, you know, a friend?”

  “A friend?”

  “Yes. Let me stay, and I’ll help you. I’ll be your friend. You don’t have to worry about pursuing me. You already know that I don’t have feelings for you. But you can talk to me anytime you like, and I’ll try and help. You said last night that you were looking for a confidante. Well, until you find one for good, I could be that person. If you want.”

  If I want . . . That wasn’t an option, it seemed, but at least I could help this girl. And maybe enjoy her company a little bit longer. Of course, Father would be livid if he knew I was using one of the girls for such a purpose . . . which made me like it much, much more.

  “I’ve met nearly every woman in this room, and I can’t think of one who would make a better friend. I’d be glad to have you stay.”

  I watched as the tension melted from her body. Despite the knowledge that her affections were unattainable, I couldn’t help but be drawn to try.

  “Do you think that I could still call you ‘my dear’?” I asked teasingly.

  She whispered back, “Not a chance.” Whether she meant it that way or not, it sounded like a challenge.

  “I’ll keep trying. I don’t have it in me to give up.”

  She made a face, almost irked but not exactly. “Did you call all of them that?” she asked, jerking her head toward the rest of the girls.

  “Yes, and they all seemed to like it,” I replied, playfully smug.

  The challenge in her smile was still there when she spoke. “That is the exact reason why I don’t.”

  She stood, ending our interview, and I couldn’t help but be amused by her again. None of the others were eager to cut our time together short. I gave her a small bow; she answered with a rather rough curtsy, and walked away.

  I smiled to myself thinking of America, measuring her against the other girls. She was pretty, if a bit rough around the edges. It was an uncommon type of beauty, and I could tell she wasn’t aware of it. There was a certain . . . royal air she didn’t seem to possess, though there was, perhaps, something regal in her pride. And, of course, she didn’t desire me at all. Still, I couldn’t shake the urge to pursue her.

  And that was how the Selection did its first act in my favor: if I had her here, at least I had the chance to try.

  COPYRIGHT

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  FIRST EDITION

  CONTENTS

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Copyright

  CHAPTER 1

  “WAKE UP, LEGER.”

  “Day off,” I mumbled, pulling the blanket over my head.

  “No one’s off today. Get up, and I’ll explain.”

  I sighed. I was normally excited to get to work. The routine, the discipline, the sense of accomplishment at the end of the day: I loved it all. Today was a different story.

  Last night’s Halloween party had been my last chance. When America and I had our one dance, and she explained Maxon’s distance, I got a minute to remind her of who we were . . . and I felt it. Those threads that bound us together were still there. Perhaps they had frayed from the strain of the Selection, but they were holding.

  “Tell me you’ll wait for me,” I’d pleaded.

  She said nothing, but I didn’t lose hope.

  Not until he was there, marching up to her, dripping charm and wealth and power. That was it. I’d lost.

  Whatever Maxon had whispered to her out on the dance floor seemed to sweep every worry from her head. She clung to him, song after song, staring into his eyes the way she used to stare into mine.

  So maybe I’d downed a little too much alcohol while I watched it happen. And maybe that vase in the foyer was broken because I threw it. And maybe I’d stifled my cries by biting my pillow so Avery wouldn’t hear me.

  If Avery’s words this morning were any indication, chances were Maxon proposed late last night, and we would all be on call for the official announcement.

  How was I supposed to face that moment? How was I supposed to stand there and protect it? He was going to give her a ring I could never afford, a life I could never provide . . . and I would hate him to my very last breath for it.

  I sat up, keeping my eyes down. “What’s happening?” I asked, my head throbbing with every syllable.

  “It’s bad. Really bad.”

  I scrunched my forehead and looked up. Avery was sitting on his bed, buttoning his shirt. Our eyes met, and I could see the worry in his.

  “What do you mean? What’s bad?” If this was some stupid drama over not finding the right colored tablecloths or something, I was going back to bed.

  Avery exhaled. “You know Woodwork? Friendly guy, smiles a lot?”

  “Yeah. We do rounds together sometimes. He’s nice.” Woodwork had been a Seven, and we’d bonded almost instantly over our large families and deceased fathers. He was a hard worker, and it was clear that he was someone who truly deserved his new caste. “Why? What’s going on?”

  Avery seemed stunned. “He got caught last night with one of the Elite girls.”

  I froze. “What? How?”

  “The cameras. Reporters were get
ting candid shots of people wandering around the palace and one of them heard something in a closet. Opened it up and found Woodwork with Lady Marlee.”

  “But that’s”—I almost said America’s closest friend, but caught myself just in time—“crazy,” I finished.

  “You’re telling me.” Avery picked up his socks and continued to dress. “He seemed so smart. Must have just had too much to drink.”

  He probably had, but I doubted that was why this had happened. Woodwork was smart. He wanted to take care of his family as much as I did mine. The only explanation for why he would have risked getting caught would be the same reason I had risked it: he must love Marlee desperately.

  I massaged my temples, willing the headache to clear. I couldn’t feel like this right now, not with something so big happening. My eyes popped open as I understood what this might mean.

  “Are they . . . are they going to kill them?” I asked quietly, like maybe if I said it too loud everyone would remember that was what the palace did to traitors.

  Avery shook his head, and I felt my heart start beating again. “They’re going to cane them. And the other Elite and their families are going to be front and center for it. The blocks are already set up outside the palace walls, so we’re all on standby. Get your uniform on.”

  He stood and walked to the door. “And get some coffee before you report in,” he said over his shoulder. “You look like you’re the one getting caned.”

  The third and fourth floors were high enough to see over the thick walls that protected the palace from the rest of the world, and I quickly made my way to a broad window on the fourth floor. I looked down at the seats for the royal family and the Elite, as well as the stage for Marlee and Woodwork. It seemed most of the guards and staff had the same idea I did, and I nodded at the two other guards who were standing at the window, and the one butler, his uniform looking freshly pressed but his face wrinkled with worry. Just as the palace doors opened, and the girls and their families went marching out to the thunderous cheering of the crowd, two maids came rushing up behind us. Recognizing Lucy and Mary, I made a space for them beside me.