Heeeelllllloooo readers, i just looovvveee Kiera Cass, and Maxeria. But I hate the endings of any book. Don't you think its hard to say goodbye? Plus I've heard Kiera has no plan of writing a sequel to The One. So here's my own version of what happens after the selections.

The wedding was a blur or maybe i was too nervous to pay attention. I kept thinking something might go wrong. Or the rebels might attack. I was drawn back to my senses when Maxon gave my hand a little squeeze and said "I do." My breath stopped i couldn't breathe and then the priest said the golden words

"Now you may kiss the bride."

Maxon lifted my veil. And pulled me into a long lingering kiss. I could hear all the sighs, claps and exitment buzzing through the audience.

I took the vows as Iléa's next princess as well as the queen. Maxon took the vows as the future king. It was the first time the people were so happy. The kingdom was filed with all the hope in the world. King Clarkson had used not only his brutal and aggressive methods of ruling not only on Maxon but also the whole kingdom. One one side when this was the best day of my life i missed many people i loved the queen, my dad and almost by some miracle Celeste.

After the vows we headed into another room which was as tremendously packed as the wedding hall. All I could see was the flashes and occasional warmth of Maxon's brown eyes. Silvia guided us to a stage on which the thrones were placed. I sat beside Maxon and smiled at the cheering audience. This was the height of perfection, there couldn't be a better day. After some announcements by Gravil, Maxon took my hand gently holding it and with his free hand slid the ring down my finger and I did the same to him. I could see the joy in his eyes. His smile ear-to-ear. We kissed for the audience. While he held me closer than ever.

We sat on the thrones not leaving our hands when the queen's distant cousin aderene of Switzerland-as the king and queen weren't present their relatives would here to do all the formalities-placed a tiara on my head and me a warm smile.

I thought i would faint in that tiny moment. The alien weight on my head reminded me of the weight of the whole country's hopes. I was scared for a moment and was about to run away when Maxon gave my hand a gentle squeeze and bought me back to reality.

And finally came the moment for which the whole country had waited, for which everyone was eager for which Maxon had been trained all his life, for which I waited.

The king of England one king Clarkson's distant relative placed the crown of the king on Maxon. I saw Maxon sit up straighter and taller. He looked more regal than ever Maxon was finally the king of Iléa. It was my turn to give his hand a squeeze as he smiled at me and wave at the public.

I climbed upstairs alone,Maxon still entertaining our guests, to have a quick change. It was a comfort, slipping off that dress but the other dress didn't do any good too. Mary had made a beautiful but elegant gown. It was a dark shade if blue in silk that was maybe the finest i had ever seen. It was plain but the jewellery if blue sapphires elaborated the beauty of the dress. My hair were made up in a perfect bun some wisps curling to my cheek to soften the look.

I headed downstairs. When I was somewhere in the mid staircase, all the gazes turned to me. I smiled feeling nervous, i searched for Maxon. My heart fell, couldn't believe my eyes, Maxon was talking to Kriss? Even after we got married he had to, of all girls talk to Kriss?

A rational side of me debated that, he was the king he had obligations, he had to talk to her.

I glided past the people, giving them a small nod thanking them for coming to the reception. I walked towards Maxon and he finally turned from Kriss to me and gave a huge smile. Gone. Simply gone. All my anger, all the people the party it was just him and me.

"You look lovely, my dear."

"Yeah? And i feel like punching you in the stomach for calling me dear." And I gave him a playful punch.

He laughed a bit and took my hand,like even a seconds separation would be painful.

I walked closer to him with no fear of will I be selected.

We walked over to Queen Nicoletta. She seemed pleased. "Oh darling, America didn't i tell you it was you all the time? And you were doubting yourself."

I blushed a bit. I remembered when she had come to visit us and we we're given the task of entertaining them, how much she liked me and gave me her phone number.

"Princess Nicoletta, i tell she she does have a knack of doubting herself a lot." Maxon replied always a symbol of calm.

We moved around a bit talking to people Maxon and i separated by the crowd. I went on to sit with my family and may while Maxon attended the other guests.

I was so busy talking to May and Marlee, giggling at times that i didn't even notice the music had started playing and people had cleared the dance zone.

I peeped from between the people when i noticed Maxon and Kriss on the dance floor. Dancing with each other. Kriss laughing in between. They took turns whispering something to each other.

Hehe aww poor America isn't it. Maxon dancing with Kriss rather than America.

Well i continue the story in the next chapter. But in the meanwhile you people can review the story. And after every ten reviews I'll give a POV of any person you want. But y'all have to type that persons name in the review box and the majority from the first ten will win i hope you like the story :) till then signing off

MandAforLife