A/N: This is my first fanfic and I'm super excited to get to show it to every one. These are some random one-shots of Maxon before the selection. I thought they were adorable. In this one Maxon is 3 years old
"Momy can you read me a storybook"
My mother looked down at me from her desk. I saw a stack of paperwork and figured I had very a very little chance of getting her to read it to me. My mother is the Queen of Illéa, and my father the king. That makes me the prince. That also means my parents are generally very busy and have little time for me. My maid had just changed me into my pajamas and I figured this was my best chance of getting her to go for it.
" Well, Maxon I'm a bit busy but" she sighs. "I suppose I can."
"yay, thank you mommy" I reply. Wow, I must be adorable, my mother rarely has time to do things with me, and my father even less.
She moves over " hop up Maxon" she tells me
well you don't have to tell me twice. I snuggle next to her and hand over my book.
"oh, sweetheart this is such a nice book. I used to read it as a child. Once upon a time..."
I let my mothers words wash over me as I smile to myself. Then to my mother's surprise and my dismay the door opens. In comes my father.
"Amberly do you have the tax form?" He asks, his face turns into a small smile when he sees me next to her.
" Oh Clarkson, I think it's in my cabinet. I was reading Maxon a story."
"Father can you read with us" I ask hopefully. Getting my parents to do a family activity that doesn't include a peace treaty or a visit from a foreign royal family is almost impossible. It happens once in a blue moon. I slide off the chair and run to my father, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards my mother. Unfortunately, I happen to be a quarter of his size, so I can't go very far. He easily scoops me into his arms and tosses me into the air,
"Whee" I shot with glee as he catches me and hands me back to my mother.
"I'm a tad bit busy" at these words my face falls.
"Clarkson" my mother implores
"well I suppose the country can wait 20 minutes."
He sits down next to us and my mother resumes her story, until I feel my eyes start to close. A pair of strong hands pick me up and carry me back to my bed. I hear a voice say goodnight Maxon before I fall asleep.