"So what happened to that leg?" Blake asks. I shrug as we walk out to the stables. Well, as he walks and hobble over with my crutches.
"I fell on the way down. I was lucky Flynn was with me. The doctor said it was a minor sprain so I only have to wear it for the next week," I explain. He nods as we enter the room where all of the horses are kept.
"So we're probably not going to ride today are we?" he asks. I shake my he'd and walk over to Miley.
"Nope. I just wanted to come out and see the horses and thought that you might want to come along," I state. He nods and walks around the stables looking at the horses.
"So, have you been on dates with all of the men?" he asks, trying to sound casual. I shake my head.
"Nope. I have like five more but I don't want to go. It's like the world wants me to fall for this guy but be interested in another a day later," I complain.
"I see. So, you weren't a fan of this whole Selection thing?" he asks.
"No. My father said the same thing but he and my mother are a perfect couple. I will never find a love as cute as theirs," I toss out. He nods and brushes one of the horses.
After a few minutes he speaks up. "Do you hunt?" he asks. I nod.
"I do with guns sometimes. My brother and father are excellent with bow hunting. I, on the other hand, can't knock the stupid arrows with out it sliding around. One time I shot one throw the palace windows. I haven't been allowed to practice archery since," I say. He chuckles.
"So I take it your red hair is the only thing you have in common with Merida?" (Sorry, I had to) Blake asks.
"Who?" I ask.
"Oh. She is from a fairy tale. We should go hunting sometime. All of the men should," he suggests.
"That sounds fun. We should once we get down to enough so we have enough horses," I comment.
I don't really know what I was going to do with this chapter so... I'm drawing blanks. I would love some ideas if you all have any.
Disclaimer: Kiera Cass owns The Selection, not me.
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The Princess (The Selection)
FanfictionBook 2 in this series. (See below) Celia Ann Shreave is the daughter of Maxon and America. She just turned 18 and has to marry in order to keep the crown. What happens when she hosts her own Selection, making her the first female to ever host their...
