I am seriously obsessed the Selection Trilogy, and could not wait for the last one to come out, so I decided to see if I could write what I think should happen. America to me is a bright and bold young woman, and her and Maxon really do make the perfect pair. Aspen and America are not going to be a 'thing' is this story, but I might have a little romance between Lucy and Aspen. I would love to continue writing this, so if you like please review.

Cheers,

Elle


The One and Only Love

Chapter One: A Meeting With the Prince

The dress fit perfectly, and I knew it. The silvery-blue fabric cascaded down from a high-necked bodice, and lace covered the open back. My maids had outdone themselves once again. After the Report last night, Maxon had ordered to see me in his study this morning. He seemed pretty upset and hopefully after we talked and worked things out, his anger would dull out. I at least I hoped it would.

My skirts swished as I walked steadily down the third floor corridor to Maxon's study. Maids scurried about, adjusting fancy floral arrangements and dusting portraits of Illea Royals past. They curtsied to me as I passed them, and nodded back in response of their respect. Two guards stood post at Maxon's door. They paid no attention when I knocked lightly on the door.

Maxon opened the door instantly. He was dressed in his usual work attire even though it was Saturday. "Lady America, won't you please come in." Maxon gestured me into his study. I stepped in and Maxon closed the door behind me. I had never been in here before, but it was very cozy feeling. Before I could say good morning Maxon had me pinned against the wall with his lips pressed against mine. It only lasted a second before Maxon was two feet away from me in perfect composure.

"What was that for?" I asked, a little bit in shock.

"I needed a boost of confidence before I could talk to you about some things." Maxon said, looking at me sheepishly.

"What do we need to talk about?" I asked, sitting down in one of the leather chairs facing his desk.

"We need to talk about your presentation on the Report last night. My father is not happy about it." Maxon said, crossing his muscular arms.

"King Clarkson mad at me. So shocking." I replied, sarcasm dripping off my words.

"America, this is serious. I care about you, and when you get my father upset, he wants to punish you, which in turn ends up on me. Every time I defend you when he wants to send you home. But I refuse to." Maxon said, leaning back onto the deep red mahogany desk.

"Fine, you have a point. What can I do to not be so 'disruptive'?" I asked, looking Maxon dead in the eyes.

"Well, you can start by apologizing for your outrageous presentation when you talk to Gavril on the upcoming Report. As for when you are in the Women's Room, avoid ANY contact with Celeste. We do not need a repeat of the catfight you two got in before." Maxon said, giving me a stern look as if I was a young child.

"So I'm supposed to act like what I really believe in doesn't really matter?" I asked, crossing my arms.

Maxon gave me a death glare, but continued on talking.

"As your friend Maxon, I can't tell you to follow my suggestions. But as your prince, I can order for you to obey my commands." Maxon said, looking at me with a half grin on his face.

"Well, Prince Maxon, I guess I can out myself from any forms of trouble."I said, rising from the chair I was seated in. Walking over to him, I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"You know you look stunning in that dress. Your maids have quite the talent." He said, placing his hands softly on my waist. I smiled.

"I'm sure Anne, Mary, and Lucy will be very pleased to hear you like my dress. And yes, they do have quite the talent." I said, cocking my head to the side with a smile.

"As much as I want to stay like this, we need to get to brunch. My mother does not tolerate lateness, especially from me." Maxon said a small smile on his lips.

"Oh, fine." I huffed.

"I'll have a walk with you in the gardens this afternoon, okay?" he asked, and I nodded. Kissing me lightly on the cheek, Maxon let my waist go.

"Bye." I said, giving him a small wave as I walked towards the door, and Maxon gave a small wave back. I opened the door, and stepped out into the corridor, closing it behind me.

Everything is going to be okay. I and Maxon will be okay. With warm thoughts in my head, I bounced down to the other awaiting Elite, and hopefully, a delicious meal.


Hope you enjoyed! I know this chapter was short, but this was a trail run, so if I get 5 reviews, I'll right more!

-Elle