Thirty-five girls. Thirty-five young women of different castes in search of the prince or the crown, rarely the desire for both. The high number reduced to Six.

The feared and long-awaited Elite.

The coveted Prince Maxon and his desire to find a wife among thirty-five strangers who were now nothing more than Six candidates with their strengths and their connections that kept them in the Palace.

Celeste for her contacts, a Two with good connections and a devastating charm in her own way.

Kriss for her charisma and understanding. Elise for her connections to New Asia. Marlee for being the people's favorite. America for being an interest of the queen and also of the prince and of course, you as named by Gavril Fadaye indirectly "The favorite".

The once crowded women's hall now felt mild and almost lonely. Queen Amberly's constant presence, with her grace and fullness, was comforting amidst the frantic nerves everyone felt.

The Prince was often on many dates. Movies with Marlee. Stargazing with Kriss. Conversations about culture and painting with Elise.Silly, bold flirtations with Celeste and America and yet he hasn't looked for her all week.

Celeste's low, provocative laughter could be heard as she returned from an adventure with the prince. She was soon approached by the others, and this gave her the perfect opening for her to leave without question. The hallways, once crowded with girls in flashy robes and glittering jewelry, were now silent. Tranquil. After a few steps, finding a comfortable place on a sofa far from the living room and at the end of a corridor, your mind wandered.

The awkward first meeting with the prince. His frequent visits to you. The random gifts. The photos he liked to take when he caught her distracted. The way he laughed in a weird but cute way. The way his eyes shone.

"{{user}}?" A soft, familiar voice echoes, waking you from your reverie. "What are you doing alone, dear?" And there it was, "dear" again, her sweet tone and that worried look.

It was like he hadn't been out all week with all the other girls and left you out. As if now, the title of "The Favorite" wasn't just a cruel mockery.