Hallo guys! I hope you enjoy my fanfiction and bear with me as I struggle to update it frequently; I have school and stuff :P Still it's Christmas Break so I'll get as much done as possible in this 2 weeks I have off!

Just a few things:

I'm a terrible writer in English class and I think that if I actually write about something that I like, it'll be decent so I hope that works out for your sake.

This is my story so I get to do whatever I want with these characters and you can't stop me! Mwahahahahaha!

I'm in love with the whole concept of damsel in distress so be prepared for A LOT of that stuff *evil face*

Enjoy and don't forget to review to let me know what you want to happen and if I'm even good enough to continue!

Everyone cheered as Maxon slipped the beautiful ring on my finger and stood up. He put his arms around my waist, dipped me dramatically (for the audience), and kissed me with so much desire and passion (for himself) that I nearly passed out in his arms. For that few moments, it felt as if it was just me and him; no family members, no news reporters, no guards, no guests.

I finally had to break away in order to get my breath back and stood up, sliding my fingers through Maxon's and giving his hand a small squeeze. He looked at me with his beautiful warm brown eyes and and smiled widely. We were going to get married, and I was going to be with the love of my life until death did us part.

"Lady America!"

I shot up in my bed, my increased heartbeat caused by the sudden yell.

Mary was yelling "Lady America! You overslept and you're going to miss breakfast if we don't get you down there right away! Get out of bed, wash up, and I'll help you with your dress and makeup." Lucy was leaning over me pulling me out of bed while Mary was babbling on and on about how a princess must be punctual and a princess must be poised and blah blah blah.

After washing up, Mary and Lucy worked quickly, slipping me into my favorite blue day gown and black heels. They french braided my hair and applied some lip gloss before pushing me out the door and slamming it behind me. As I stumbled out the door I ran into a column or a wall and fell on the floor. My head was spinning slightly and as I tried to get up, I noticed that I hadn't bumped into a wall at all; I had bumped into the king.

I immediately dropped into a sloppy curtsy as soon as I saw who it was. When I came back up, he had a terrifying smile on his face.

"Lady America! Just the person I was looking for." I could hear the slightest nasty tone barely coming out of his voice. "I was wondering where you were if not the dining room."

"Yes, I'm very sorry Your Highness. I know I'm very late to breakfast, but I...overslept. I'm on my way there now." I quickly spat out before curtsying once more and turning to go to breakfast. Before I could take a step, the king grabbed my arm and spun me around to face him.

"Actually, Lady America, I hadn't left to bring you to breakfast, but I wanted to speak with you in my office before you ate. I just have a few quick things to say and then you may go eat with the rest."

I didn't say anything in response, but I simply nodded before King Clarkson began to drag me away to his office. He walked in, waited for me to come inside, and locked the door behind me. As he went over to his desk and pulled open one of the drawers, thoughts began racing through my head. Why was I here? What does he want to talk about? What is in the drawer? I didn't get a chance to see what he pulled out of his drawer before his sat on whatever it was.

"Lady America, I still haven't gotten over what you pulled on the Report a while ago and I never got the chance to...speak to you about it. Maxon is always around and he is too overprotective of you, so he won't even let me look at you! Well, I'm glad I caught you in the hallway because now we're alone and we can chat."

He got up and walked around the desk, over to me. I didn't dare speak, knowing one wrong word could cause a lot of trouble. When the king pulled out his "mystery drawer item," I knew it wouldn't matter what I said at that moment, he was already too angry with me. With his cane in hand, he told me to kneel down. When I hesitated and opened my mouth to question him, he took my shoulders and forcefully dropped me down to the ground. He placed a chair in front of me and made me bend forward, lying my face and chest against the cushion. He ripped my dress down to my hips, bound my hands and feet behind my back, and gagged me.

I don't know what came over me, but I let him do it all without fighting him. I felt that if I tried to run away or protest, he would hurt me more than he was already about to or, even worse, hurt Maxon. My poor Maxon had been through his father's whippings many times before, and I didn't want him to get hurt just because I backed down.

Instead, I decided to do what King Clarkson wanted, since I knew that the more I fought, the worse things would get for both me and Maxon. Plus, I couldn't speak if I tried since I was gagged.

"I've been waiting quite a long time for this." I could hear a sort of evil hunger in the king's voice as he spoke. In the corner of my eye, I saw him raise his arm with his cane in hand and I prepared myself for the worst.

Mwahaha I'm so mean (evil laugh). So there you have it! This is my first fanfic (or "book") so take it easy on me if it wasn't what you were looking for in a first chapter.

Let me know in your reviews if you like the title (or should I change it?), what you liked, what you didn't like, what I should do in the future, questions about yours truly; that stuff. I'm partially letting YOU guys write the story too because I want you guys to be happy with me xD.

Anyways I'm already writing Chapter 2, so it'll be out soon. Talk to you then!