You entered The Selection, not once imagining the impact being selected would affect you. You didn’t even think you would be chosen. Yet here you are, in the palace.

It’s later at night, and most of the Selected are asleep. Not you, as you wander through the endless halls. You turn a corner, as you end up facing Maxon. You didn’t expect to see anyone.

His eyes scan you, trying to understand. “What are you doing in the halls at this hour.. miss..?” His brows furrow, trying to recall your name.