Dystopian-Society

The sun seemed to coat my skin in its warm rays. Normally this time of year there was nothing but the threat of rain or snow, but for the last week or so it has actually been fairly nice weather. Today there was not a cloud in the sky, which is why I chose to sit on the old swing that was hung from the Maple Tree in the backyard. My current book lay across my lab as I looked up at the tree. Father has spent the better park of a weekend putting it up when I was five. He had felt bad that all the other children in neighborhood all had pools, tree houses or something else to play with in their yards. So he had talked to his employer at the farm

Once again our dear Prince Vincent had sent another girl home. It was the fifth one this year alone and we were only three months in. Unfortunately that meant there was going to be yet another Drawing of the Name. Which means yet another girl would be shipped off to the palace in hopes of winning over the heart of the crown prince of Tazia. Since the remake of our country, there has been a Drawing of the Name. Starting form the day after a crown prince turns eighteen to the day of his twenty-first birthday, a girl between the ages of sixteen and eighteen are picked at random. She can be as high as a noble or as low as a servant. The only thi