One Of A Kind Maxon X Reader

"Y/N!" Isa said happily, waking me from my sleep.

I groaned and saw the sunlight shining through the windows. I sat up straight in the bed, trying to untangle my messy hair. "Isa. What is it?" I said, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

She giggled. "Prince Maxon is on TV! You have to see!" she said, pulling me out of bed.

"Seriously? You woke me up because Prince Maxon was on TV? Come on, Isa," I said, laying back down.

She pulled my arm again. "Y/N! Please? If you see him, maybe you'd want to enter the Selection!" she said.

I frowned. "Isa, I've seen the prince more than a hundred times! I don't think that's going to change my decision," I said, groaning as she pulled me again.

"Ugh, come on, Y/N! You'll just enter! What's the harm in entering? It's not like you'll get picked!" she said.

"Exactly! What's the point in entering if there's no chance for me getting picked?" I said, almost yelling.

She pulled me again. Hard. I fell of the bed, landing on my butt. I glared at Isa as she put her hands on her hips, obviously satisfied with me falling. I stood up only to be dragged to the kitchen, where Mom was cooking.

The TV was a little static, but it was clear enough that you could see the Royal Family's faces. I looked at the TV in awe. Queen Amberley looked so elegant.

"See? Maxon's so handsome!" Isa exclaimed, fanning her face dramatically.

I looked at the screen. I guess he looked kind of cute. He had honey- blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes. He looked very... summer like. It was calming, really. The only thing was that he was too perfect. His back way too straight, his uniform too fitted, his hair and pretty much everything was perfect. Too perfect.

"I guess so..." I said, shrugging.

Isa's jaw dropped. "What do you mean 'I guess so'? Mason is the most handsome human being I've ever seen! And I've seen a lot of people," she said, putting her hands on her hips.

I chuckled. I mean, she has seen a lot of people. But the most handsome? I don't know about that.

"Maybe it's because Queen Amberly is so beautiful! Have you seen her? She's so pretty!" Isa continued, plopping down on a chair.

My mom chuckled. "Yes, that is true. Queen Amberly is one of the best queens Illéa has ever had," Mom said, though there was something in her voice. Sadness, maybe?

I turned to my mother and saw the tiniest bit of sadness in her eyes as she saw the king. Her eyes wandered towards the TV, stopping on the king for a second. She turned back to us and smiled softly.

"So," I said, changing the topic, "do you want to go to the market today? I heard they just got some fruits shipped in today! Maybe we can go get some," I said happily.

Isa smiled brightly. "The market?" she said excitedly, dropping the "royal" topic immediately. She looked to our mom, hopeful. "Can we go?" she asked my mother, bouncing on her toes.

My mom smiled softly and nodded, grabbing a chair for support. I pursed my lips. It's been a while since Mom had to do that. Grab onto something for support, I mean. It started a while back, ever since Dad died from an illness. Mom became more weak after his death. Mainly because she worked her butt off to provide for us. Food, water, shelter, etc.

Isa grabbed my arm suddenly, drawing me out of my thoughts. She held onto my arm, smiling brightly. "Come on! Mom said yes!" she sang, pulling me towards our bedroom.