News had been circling recently of a new national singing sensation on the horizon. It was someone I was very familiar with and was intrigued to see what she would be singing about. It had been two years since I ended The Selection and married Kriss, sending America away forever. I hadn't heard anything about her since, despite inquiring multiple times but it seemed as though she had disappeared. I realised pretty quickly what a mistake I had made sending her away and out of my life forever. The castle seemed empty and lifeless without her, everything seemed to turn to grey. It didn't seem to matter that she was with the guard during The Selection, or that she had lied to me the entire time about it. The only thing that mattered was that she was gone, and there was nothing I could do to bring her back.

I married Kriss six months after The Selection ended, hoping that I would get to see her one more time at the wedding, as it was customary for the Elite to attend. However, she didn't come, apparently too ill to travel to Angeles. I wish I could say I blamed her, but if the positions were reversed I couldn't imagine having to attend her wedding.

Mother, Kriss, and the advisors keep going on about providing an heir- something I can't bring myself to even think of. The only person I'd ever imagined having children with was America, I couldn't bring a child into a world where its parents' marriage was nothing more than a pretense. I realised I couldn't put it off forever, as there was no chance of winning America back, and I had to see through the decision I had made in a time of anger, but thinking of it as an issue for my future self to deal with gave me some sort of solace.

Father has returned to taking little interest in my life. He's getting his advisors to train me for my future kingship, not bothered to do it himself. He's turned to Kriss to try manipulate me into doing things he wants, if only he knew how little influence Kriss has on my decision making. It would be another story if America was my wife, she could get me to do anything. But I mustn't think about what could have been, I can only focus on what is. And what there is right now is a massive pile of paperwork sitting on my desk in front of me. In an attempt to make it less tedious and boring, I turned the radio on and got started on my paperwork.

Approximately an hour into doing my paperwork I am pulled out of focus at the sound of a familiar voice. "Hey guys, this is America Singer with my new single Too Much To Ask exclusively here at One Radio. Hope you enjoy!" Her voice was cheery and enthusiastic, and it made me smile. I put my pen down and leaned back in my chair to allow to focus on her song. I closed my eyes and pretended that she was in front of me singing.

My heart broke a little as I listened. I was certain she was singing about me and our relationship. She was still hurting and she hadn't forgiven me for turning my back on her, and now she wasn't in love with my anymore. I knew there was no turning back, she had given up on us, how could she not? I got engaged to someone else a day after I proposed to her, and now I'm married to that person. I hoped she was happy. I then began to wonder if she was seeing anyone else, and if the song was actually about him and not me, if she was in love with another man and she cared about him enough to write a song about him, and how he was the one who makes her feel better. It had been two years after all, it was entirely reasonable for her to move on from me. Though I wished she didn't. I wanted her to be mine forever, but now that she can't I just want her to be happy. Although a little part of me will always wish that she was being happy with me and not with someone else.

The presenter announced at the end of the song that America would be touring the country to promote her new song and her upcoming stomach fluttered at the thought of her coming to Angeles. I considered the possibility of having her perform at the palace, but I wasn't sure if she would even agree to doing so. I thought about what it would be like to have her here, in my home, only a few minutes away from me. I smiled and indulged myself in this little fantasy.

A few minutes later a knock on the door startled me to attention. It was a guard informing me that lunch was in twenty minutes. I thanked him and returned to my work distractedly, still thinking about America and what her words meant, and if I could feasibly entertain the idea of winning her back.


Hey guys! Thank you so so much for reading, I know it was a little shorter than what I usually write but I just had to write this chapter and that felt like the natural end to it. i do have some ideas in mind, but as always if you have any you want written leave it in a review or message me and I'll try to work it in! Same applies if you have any song suggestions!

The song in this chapter was Too Much To Ask by Niall Horan, and all rights for the song go to him. All rights go to Kiera Cass as well for the story, as the characters are hers, just the plot line is changed a bit by me.

Hope you all enjoyed this! Thank you so much again for reading!

Love each and every one of you,

girlinabar xxxxx