AN: This is my own little story that takes place after The One and before The Heir I don't know about you guys but I don't really consider The Heir as part of The Selection series and don't have much interest in reading it. I hope you enjoy this story, I'll try to update as soon as I can! (PS sorry for the amount of POV switches in this chapter, I know it makes the text look short and broken up but that's only the spacing)
Disclaimer: All characters belong to our own queen, Kiera Cass.
America's POV
I could hear shaky breaths being taken in all around me. People were fumbling around in the dark looking for a light switch. Soft sobs echoed in the small space and in the light I could just barely make out the silhouettes of my people clutching one another. I was in one of the servant's safe rooms with countless other people, but no Maxon. We were under attack, once again, by the southern rebels. It was roughly four in the morning and all I remember was being rushed out of bed and pulled into the nearest safe room. No one even stopped to tell me if Maxon was ok.
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Maxon's POV
I remember the guards rushing me out of my office and bringing me to the royal family safe room. America wasn't there and the guards left before I could say anything. I didn't pass her in the halls, but the guards must've taken her to safety. After all she was the queen. While I was thinking I must've sat down in my father's old chair and just like him I was completely alone.
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America's POV
Finally someone found the switch and I took in my company. There had to be about twenty maids and staff here and all of them looked terrified. Some of them were paralyzed while others were able to recognize me as queen and bow respectfully, it was quite impressive under the circumstances. They asked me if I needed help with anything and I politely declined. I could see some of them could use a reassuring word or two and this was my chance to show them I was still America, the girl they all lobbied for during the selection.
"Everything's going to be alright. I'm sure the guards have this all under control." I said to anyone who was listening. Sadly there weren't much, although some absentmindedly nodded their heads. I realized everyone just wanted to be left alone and went to think. All I could think about was Maxon. Was he okay? Why were we split up? Did they hurt him? What is he thinking about now? Is he even conscious and can think now? If he was okay and thinking it was probably about me. Not to be selfish or anything, but I was thinking about him wasn't I. We were literally a door away from each other, why couldn't they keep us together?
I couldn't help but assume the worst. Maybe Maxon was hurt, or worse. Maybe they were secretly against us. Maybe I was just insane! America Scherave shut the hell up! You just love to psych yourself out don't you. Glancing at the people around me I could tell that I had to be strong, after all I was their queen. Oh man, sometimes being queen sucked.
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Maxon's POV
What's going on out there?! Shouldn't this attack be over by now, shouldn't I be with America?! We were only one door apart and yet they separated us. Maybe America was hurt, or worse... no I can't allow my self to think like that. She's is probably fine, sitting in a safe room, bored as hell. C'mon it's America the stubborn girl who bravely hid out in a tree as the Northern Rebels passed, she's fine. I'm so glad I'm alone or I'd have to put on a brave face. Honestly right now I don't think I have one.
AN: This chapter is kinda super short but it's only the first of many so keep reading!
~Robbie Jacobson