The Selection Stories Collection

by Kiera Cass

  He stood. “You just think about it a bit.”

  As I walked back to the palace, I tried to figure out where I might know him from. Maybe he’d passed through Carolina before he worked for the palace. Plenty of Sixes drifted. Wherever he’d been, whatever he’d seen, he hadn’t let it bring him down. I should have asked for his name, but we seemed to be running into each other a lot, so I figured we’d meet again soon. When I wasn’t in an awful mood, he was actually a pretty decent guy.

  After cleaning up, I made my way to my room, still thinking about the stable keeper’s words. What was good? How could I make it better?

  I picked up the envelope with my money in it. I didn’t need to use a cent of it at the palace, so all of it went to my family. Usually.

  I scribbled a note to Mom.

  Sorry it’s not as much this time. Something came up. More next week. Love you, Aspen.

  Shoving a little less than half of my earnings in an envelope with the letter, I pushed it aside and pulled out another piece of paper.

  I knew Woodwork’s address by heart, seeing as I’d written it out for him a dozen times. Illiteracy seemed more common than most people knew, but Woodwork was so worried about people thinking he was stupid or worthless that I was the only guard he’d trusted with his secret.

  Depending on lots of things—where you lived, how large your school was, if it was more Seven heavy—a person might make it through a decade of instruction and know next to nothing.

  I couldn’t say Woodwork slipped through the cracks. He was pushed into a gaping hole.

  And now, we had no idea where he was, how he was doing, or if Marlee was even still there for him.

  Mrs. Woodwork,

  It’s Aspen. We’re all sorry about your son. I hope you’re doing okay. This was the last of his compensation. Just wanted to make sure you got it. Take care.

  I debated saying more. I didn’t want her to think she was getting charity, so brevity seemed best. But maybe from time to time, I could send her something anonymously.

  Family was good, and Woodwork’s was still around. I had to try and help them.

  CHAPTER 8

  I WAITED UNTIL I WAS sure everyone was asleep before I opened America’s door. I was thrilled to find her still awake. I’d been wishing she’d wait up for me, and the way she sort of tilted her head and shifted closer made me think she’d hoped I’d be here tonight.

  I left the door open as always and bent down by her bed. “How have you been?”

  “All right, I suppose.” But I could tell she didn’t mean that. “Celeste showed me this article today. I’m not sure I want to get into it. I’m so tired of her.”

  What was it with that girl? Did she think she could torture people and manipulate her way to a crown? Her continued presence here was one more example of Maxon’s horrible taste.

  “I guess with Marlee gone, he won’t be sending anyone home for a while, huh?”

  It looked like it took all of her energy to muster up a sad little shrug.

  “Hey.” I moved a hand to her knee. “It’s going to be all right.”

  She gave me a weak smile. “I know. I just miss her. And I’m confused.”

  “Confused about what?” I asked, moving to a more comfortable position to listen.

  “Everything.” Her voice was so desperate. “What I’m doing here, who I am. I thought I knew.” She fidgeted her hands, like maybe she could catch the right words. “I don’t even know how to explain it right.”

  I looked at America and realized that losing Marlee and finding out the truth about Maxon’s character had exposed her to truths she didn’t want to think were out there. It sobered her up—maybe too quickly. She seemed paralyzed now, afraid of taking any kind of step because she didn’t know what would fall apart along the way. America had seen me lose my father and deal with Jemmy’s beating, and she’d watched as I struggled to keep my family fed and safe. But she’d only seen that; she hadn’t experienced it. Her family was intact, save her loser brother, and she’d never really lost anything.

  Except maybe you, you idiot, a part of me accused. I shook the thought away. This moment was about her, not me.

  “You know who you are, Mer. Don’t let them try to change you.”

  She twitched her hand, like she might reach down and touch mine. She didn’t, though.

  “Aspen, can I ask you something?” Concern still painted every corner of her face.

  I nodded.

  “This is kind of strange, but if being the princess didn’t mean I had to marry someone, if it was just a job someone could pick me for, do you think I could do it?”

  Whatever I had been expecting, that wasn’t it. I had a hard time believing she was even still considering becoming the princess. Then again, maybe she wasn’t. This was hypothetical, and she’d said to think about it without her being linked to Maxon.

  Considering the way she’d handled everything that had happened publicly, I could guess she’d feel helpless when confronted with the things that happened behind closed doors. She was great at a lot of things, but . . .

  “Sorry, Mer. I don’t. You don’t have it in you to be as calculating as they are.” I tried to convey that I wasn’t insulting her. If anything, I was happy she wasn’t that person.

  She furrowed her thin eyebrows. “Calculating? How so?”

  I exhaled, trying to think of how to explain this without being too specific. “I’m everywhere, Mer. I hear things. There’s a lot of turmoil down South, in the areas with a heavy concentration of lower castes. From what the older guards say, those people never particularly agreed with Gregory Illéa’s methods, and there’s been unrest down there for a long time. Rumor has it, that was part of why the queen was so attractive to the king. She came from the South, and it appeased them for a while. Not so much anymore it seems.”

  She considered this. “That doesn’t explain what you meant by calculating.”

  How bad could it be if I shared what I knew with her? She kept our relationship a secret for two years. I could trust her. “I was in one of the offices the other day, before all the Halloween stuff. They were mentioning rebel sympathizers in the South. I was told to see these letters to the postal wing safely. It was over three hundred letters, America. Three hundred families who were getting knocked down a caste for not reporting things or for helping someone the palace saw as a threat.”

  She inhaled sharply, and I watched as dozens of scenarios unfolded in front of her eyes.

  “I know. Can you imagine? What if it was you, and all you knew how to do was play the piano? Suddenly you’re supposed to know how to do clerical work, how to find those jobs even? It’s a pretty clear message.”

  Her concern shifted. “Do you . . . Does Maxon know?”

  That was a good question. “I think he has to. He’s not that far off from running the country himself.”

  She nodded and let that settle in on top of all the other new things she had learned about her sort-of boyfriend.

  “Don’t tell anyone, okay?” I pleaded. “A slip like that could cost me my job.” And so much more, I added in my head.

  “Of course. It’s already forgotten.” Her tone was light, trying to mask the weight of her worries. Her efforts made me smile.

  “I miss being with you, away from all this. I miss our old problems,” I lamented. What wouldn’t I give to be irritated about her making me dinner now?

  “I know what you mean,” she said with a giggle. A real one. “Sneaking out of my window was so much better than sneaking around a palace.”

  “And scrounging to find a penny for you was better than having nothing to give you at all.” I tapped on the jar by her bed. I always took that as a good sign, that she kept it nearby before I was even in the palace. “I had no idea you’d saved them all until the day before you left,” I added, remembering in awe the weight of them being poured into my palms.

  “Of course I did!” she exclaimed proudly. “When you were away, they wer
e all I had to hold on to. Sometimes I used to pour them over my hand on the bed, just to scoop them up again. It was nice to have something you touched.”

  She was as bad as I was. I never took anything from her to keep as my own, but I stored up every moment like it was a physical thing. I’d thumb through memories whenever things were still. I spent more time with her than she ever knew.

  “What did you do with all of them?” she wondered.

  I smiled. “They’re at home, waiting.” I’d had a small store of money to marry America saved up before she left. These days I had my mom set aside a portion of each paycheck for me, and I was sure she knew what I was putting it toward. But my most precious corner of that stash was the pennies.

  “For what?”

  For a decent wedding. For actual rings. For a home of our own. “That, I cannot say.”

  I’d tell her everything soon enough. We were still working our way back to each other.

  “Fine, keep your secrets,” she said, pretending to be annoyed. “And don’t worry about not giving me anything. I’m just happy you’re here, that you and I can at least fix things, even if it’s not what it used to be.”

  I frowned. Were we that far from what we once were? So far that she needed to address it? No. Not to me. We were still those people back in Carolina, and I needed her to remember that.

  I wanted to give her the world, but all I had at the moment were the clothes on my back. I looked down, plucked off a button, and held it up to her.

  “I literally have nothing else to give you, but you can hold on to this—something I’ve touched—and think of me anytime. And you can know that I’m thinking of you, too.”

  She took the tiny, golden button from my hand, and stared at it like I’d given her the moon. Her lip trembled and she breathed slowly, as if she might cry. Maybe I’d done this all wrong.

  “I don’t know how to do this right now,” she confessed. “I feel like I don’t know how to do anything. I . . . I haven’t forgotten you, okay? It’s still here.”

  She put her hand on her chest, and I saw her fingers dig into her skin, trying to calm whatever was happening inside.

  Yes, we still had a long way to go, but I knew it wouldn’t feel that way if we were in it together.

  I smiled, needing nothing more. “That’s enough for me.”

  CHAPTER 9

  I’D HEARD ABOUT THE KING’S tea party for the ladies of the Elite and knew America wouldn’t be in her room when I came knocking.

  “Officer Leger,” Anne said, opening the door with a wide smile. “What a pleasure to see you.”

  At her words, Lucy and Mary walked over to greet me.

  “Hello, Officer Leger,” Mary said.

  “Lady America is out right now. Tea with the royal family,” Lucy added.

  “Oh, I know. I was wondering if I could chat with you ladies for a moment.”

  Anne gestured for me to come in. “Of course.”

  I made my way to the table, and they hurried to pull out a chair for me. “No,” I insisted, “you sit.”

  Mary and Lucy took the two seats, while Anne and I stood.

  I took off my hat and rested a hand on the back of Mary’s chair. I wanted them to feel comfortable talking with me, and I hoped dropping a little of the formality would allow for that.

  “How can we help you?” Lucy asked.

  “I was just doing a security sweep, and I wanted to see if you’ve noticed anything unusual. Probably sounds silly, but the littlest things can help us keep the Elite safe.” There was truth to that, but we weren’t exactly charged with seeking out that information.

  Anne bowed her head in thought while Lucy’s eyes went to the ceiling as she wondered.

  “I don’t think so,” Mary started.

  “If anything, Lady America has been less active since Halloween,” Anne offered.

  “Because of Marlee?” I guessed. They all nodded in answer.

  “I’m not sure she’s over it,” Lucy said. “Not that I blame her.”

  Anne patted her shoulder. “Of course not.”

  “So, beyond her trips to the Women’s Room and meals, she’s more or less staying in her room?”

  “Yes,” Mary confirmed. “Lady America has done that in the past, but these last few days . . . it’s like she just wants to hide.”

  From that, I deduced two important things. First, America wasn’t spending time alone with Maxon anymore. Second, our meetings were still going undetected, even by those closest to her.

  Both of those details caused the hope in my heart to swell.

  “Is there anything else we should be doing?” Anne asked. I smiled because it was the kind of question I would have asked if I were her, trying to figure out how to get ahead of a problem.

  “I don’t think so. Pay attention to things you’re seeing and hearing, as always, and feel free to contact me directly if you think anything is off.”

  Their faces were all eager, so ready to please.

  “You’re a wonderful soldier, Officer Leger,” Anne said.

  I shook my head. “Just doing my job. And, as you know, Lady America is from my province, and I want to look out for her.”

  Mary turned to me. “I think it’s so funny that you’re from the same province and you’re basically her personal guard now. Did you live near her in Carolina?”

  “Sort of.” I tried to keep our closeness vague.

  Lucy smiled brightly. “Did you ever see her when she was younger? What was she like growing up?”

  I couldn’t help but grin. “I ran across her a few times. She was a tomboy. Always outside with her brother. Stubborn as a mule, and as I remember, very, very talented.”

  Lucy giggled. “So basically the same as ever,” she said, and they all laughed.

  “Pretty much,” I confirmed.

  Those words made the feeling in my chest grow even more. America was a thousand familiar things, and beneath the ball gowns and jewelry, they were all still there.

  “I should get downstairs. I want to make sure to catch the Report.” I reached across the girls to pick up my hat.

  “Maybe we should come with you,” Mary suggested. “It’s almost time.”

  “Certainly.” For the staff, the Report was the one time television was permitted, and there were only three places to watch: the kitchen, the workroom where the maids did their sewing, and a large common room that generally turned into another workspace instead of a place to commune. I preferred the kitchen. Anne led the way there, while Mary and Lucy stayed back with me.

  “I did hear something about visitors, Officer Leger,” Anne said, pausing for a moment to share. “But that might only be a rumor.”

  “No, it’s true,” I answered. “I don’t know any details, but I hear we have two different parties coming.”

  “Yay,” Mary said sarcastically, “I know I’m gonna get stuck with tablecloth steaming again. Hey, Anne, whatever you get assigned with, can we trade?” she asked, scurrying up to Anne as they got in a debate over their yet-to-be-determined tasks.

  I held out my arm for Lucy. “Madam.”

  She smiled and looped her hand through, sticking her nose in the air. “Good sir.”

  We moved down the hallway. As they chatted about errands that needed to be done and dresses that needed hemming, I realized why I was almost always happiest when I spent time with America’s maids.

  I could be a Six with them.

  I sat on a counter with Lucy on one side and Mary on the other. Anne hovered, shushing people as the Report began.

  Each time the cameras got a shot of the girls, I could tell something was wrong. America looked dejected. What was worse, I could tell she was trying not to look that way and failing spectacularly.

  What was she so worried about?

  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lucy wringing her hands.

  “What’s wrong?” I whispered.

  “Something isn’t right with my lady. I can see it in her face.”
Lucy pulled one hand up to her mouth and started chewing away on a nail. “What’s happened to her? Lady Celeste looks like a cat on the prowl. What will we do if she wins?”

  I put my hand on the one in her lap, and miraculously, she stilled, looking bewilderedly into my eyes. I got the feeling that people ignored Lucy’s nerves.

  “Lady America will be fine.”

  She nodded, comforted by the words. “But I like her,” she whispered. “I want her to stay. It seems like everyone leaves when I need them to stay.”

  So Lucy had lost somebody. Maybe a lot of somebodies. I felt like I understood her anxiety problems a little better.

  “Well, you’re stuck with me for four years.” I gently elbowed her and she smiled, holding the tears in her eyes at bay.

  “You’re so nice, Officer Leger. We all think so.” She dabbed at her lashes.

  “Well, I think you ladies are nice, too. I’m always happy to see you.”

  “We’re not ladies,” she answered, looking down.

  I shook my head. “If Marlee can still be a lady because she sacrificed herself for someone who mattered to her, then you certainly can. The way I see it, you sacrifice your life every day. You give your time and energy to someone else, and that’s the exact same thing.”

  I saw Mary peek over before focusing on the television again. Anne might have noticed my words as well. She looked like she was leaning in to hear.

  “You’re the best one we have, Officer Leger.”

  I smiled. “When we’re down here, you three can call me Aspen.”

  CHAPTER 10

  STARING AT THE WALL LOST its excitement about thirty minutes in to standing watch. It was well past midnight now, and all I could do was count the hours until sunrise. But at least my boredom meant that America was safe.

  The day had been uneventful except for the final confirmation of the coming visitors.

  Women. So many women.

  Part of me felt encouraged by that news. The ladies who came to the palace tended to be less aggressive physically. But their words could probably start wars if said in the wrong tone.