'I'll tell you later. You're of House Kior? Trained to be the new empress's first husband all your life?'
Borlo shrugged. 'Um... No, as the third son, they sent me here because they didn't see much of a future for me anyway, like buying a lottery ticket for the unlikely chance of success. My older brothers already had future plans and marriage arrangements and all that.
It seems highly unlikely to me that the princess will choose me, but I can't disgrace my family, so I have to do the best I can. And then, if I'm not chosen, I'll have to make sure I get back home without staying here as the princess's plaything... And above all, I'll have to make sure I survive the selection, right?'
'Ah, like that...' Dassan's thoughts drifted. He had trained for five months to understand the world of the nobles and be prepared for the Imperial Crown Prince Selection, but he found that he still didn't truly grasp what it was like to be born and live in that world. It was a very different world from his as a serf villager. And even to thagt he could no longer return now that his mother had sold him to pay off the family debts. He was completely cut off from his past now, and equally lacking a clear future.
Borlo seemed to sense his doubts. 'Don't give up, it's always possible that someone claimed will win the selection. Emperor Consort Cambiss was a claimed, for example.'
'Yes, that was over two hundred years ago, and he wasn't the only husband of Empress Zelena III; she had a huge harem. No ambition here to become part of a large toy collection like that. I'm actually trying to become and remain a free man... But I have no idea how.'
For #RandomReevesWords
I've taken a longer snippet to make things clearer, and now you have Dassan't story in a nutshell... He cannot return to his former life, and it's doubtful that he'll be chosen to be the first husband of the crown princess either. (Yanipol is rather matriarchal)