A/N: I only own OCs

This is completely AU. I hope that you like it. I wanted to write some thing different.

I hated this… I never asked for this life. I sure as hell didn't want it. I didn't care what my parents wanted; I didn't want this. I was the prince of Stamford. I had an old brother, Roman, who was perfect. I was perfectly happy being the black sheep. I didn't like being proper, correct, or diplomatic. Roman had gotten married to Natalya, it was an arranged marriage for diplomatic reasons.

"Dean!" a voice boomed and I turned to see father yelling for me. I sighed and walked in there. I knew that he wasn't going to be happy since I walked out on Paul (Triple H) telling me about my day and the upcoming events.

"Why are you always so rude?" he asked me. I shrugged.

"Don't shrug! You will use your words!" he said to me and I sighed.

"Father, I don't want to…" I was saying.

"You are going to participate in this event! I met your mother that way and you will find your wife just the same." he said and I sighed. I didn't like being the youngest prince. I didn't even know if I wanted to get married, but now I had to all because my parents wanted me to.

I finished up and went to the gym that we had in the palace. I was grateful to see my best friend, Seth, already in there.

"Any luck getting out of it?" he asked me and I shook my head no.

"They are set on this shit." I said as he laughed.

"How many girls do you get to pick from?" he asked me.

"6?" I answered trying to remember how many father had said there would be. I knew that when he chose mom he had more women to chose from, but not for me.

"You will find someone or at least a good fuck, maybe?" he said and I chuckled at his response. I just didn't want to deal with any of it.

"How are they going to pick the girls?" he asked me and I sighed. I really had to think about it; I knew they had told me.

"I don't know or give a fuck." I finally said and he smirked.

Grace POV

I sighed as my mother raved about getting that stupid piece of paper in the mail. I didn't want to do it, I didn't care, and I sure as hell didn't give a damn about who ruled this country. I hated it. I wasn't rich and we didn't have much. We had to rely on what little jobs we could get. We were living in the United Stamford and it sucked. The world had changed since all the wars, there were no alliances anymore, and it didn't feel like we had any happiness anywhere. My mother saw this as my chance to get out of here.

All families were given a skill to excel at and we worked for each other. My family were artist. We excelled at music, art, and dancing. I was skilled in the piano and painting. I had lot of siblings because it meant more money from the government. I was the middle child… it sucked. My older brother got picked up by an elite family as their personal stylist, my sister married up to an officer in the military, I was just me, my little brother was perfecting his skill at sculpting, and my little sister was just learning everything. She would be the only reason I would care about any of this.

"Grace, this will be good for you! For us! You need to think about your family." Mom said as she washed the dishes. I couldn't run away because I was drying them; that was my family job. I helped in the kitchen.

"Mom, I don't want to do this." I said.

"You always were the selfish one." she said and I rolled my eyes. I was promptly met with a backhand across the face. I was glad I hadn't dropped the plate I was drying because it would have been worse. I didn't say anything else… I knew better.

We finished with dinner and went into the living room. The weekly report was on and we were required to watch it. They somehow knew if you didn't. I was just glad that meant my father was almost home. He walked in the door, right on time, and sat down with us.

"Randy! Grace got the letter!" she exclaimed to him. I sighed as he looked at me. He already knew how I felt about it by just looking at me. He probably also saw the bruise from mother backhanding me; he also already knew what I had done without asking.

"Wonderful." he said as he sat down.

"She will make a wonderful princess." mother said as I tried to focus on the TV. I didn't want to hear it.

"Are you going to be a princess?" June asked me as she walked towards us. She was only 4 so the idea that someone was going to be a princess was still exciting to her.

"I don't' know, June." I said as she crawled into my lap. She smiled up and me nodded.

"You want me to be?" I asked her.

"Yes, so I can be one too!" she exclaimed and giggled. I knew that if I tried out and made it then she would be the only reason I wanted to win. I wanted her to grow up better than I had at any time. I also knew what waited for me here if I didn't get it… I would be holding a child soon. You got married young here and started your own life. I was almost to that age as well. Life was too complicated.

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