My maids had slipped me into a pale blue silk evening gown. The gown had a sweetheart neckline. The skirt had tiny sapphires scattered throughout the skirt. "It's beautiful," I told Anne running my fingertips across the pale silk. "Only the most beautiful dress for the most beautiful girl." She had a smile on her face. Lucy glided the blush brush against my cheeks. The bristles of the brush were soft as worn cotton.
"Almost done." Mary was curling my hair to a perfection I'd never seen before. The sleek smooth shiny curls fell to about my mid back.
"Thank you ladies, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you and you wonderful, wonderful devious plan." I laughed as they pulled out my song bird necklace. Gently clasping it around my neck.
"Don't thank us just yet, Miss America you have come far but you still have miles to go. You can thank us when we're putting the finishing touches on your wedding gown. But we do love the gratitude." Anne was so wise. And it's the little things like that, that make me love my maids so much more. I gave a quick nod laughing as the curls bounced. Mary gave me a warm smile, "Go on, and go eat." They were practically shoving me out the door.
Dinner was as usual King Clarkson and Celeste throwing daggers at me. Besides all that I was trying to remember lyrics to my favorite song. I don't know how I lived in silence. I remember before the selection started. I always had a song playing through my head. Subconsciously singing to myself, but the past few months since being selected I had gotten all wrapped up in Maxon, the competition, what to do about aspen. My life used to be full of music, songs, art. Everything that I loved, I'm not saying that I don't love Maxon. But sometime the selection got in the way of things I was passionate about.
King Clarkson's voice broke me away from my daze. "Lady America, you were humming. What's the song? I don't recognize it." He took a bite of pasta awaiting my response.
Just the fact that he was even acknowledging me without daggers plastered in his eyes came to a total utter surprise. Not to mention the fact he was speaking to me. Speaking to me in a respectful tone of voice none the less. It was really suspicious. I didn't get one good feeling from this, not at all.
"Oh, your majesty it's a rather old song, it's from before Illea was even a country. We were still the United States of America when it came out." I used total poise and confidence when speaking. Studying the kings face. He didn't look as if he hated me nor did he look like he liked me either.
Kriss spoke up, "I thought all those songs were lost." Her voice was sweet. Really fake sounding. She didn't sound like Kriss at all. Kriss wasn't a fake person. She was sweet, kind, naive even. She was reminding me of Celeste. Well not Celeste, But a mellowed-out-but-still-beoch-Celeste.
"No, they aren't lost just hidden." I spoke softly. Maxon raised an eyebrow at the scene displayed out in front of him. Then gaining his composure back he gracefully tugged his ear. Slowly chewing my food I did the same. We both had no clue as to what was going on.
"Maxon, what's going on?" We were walking from dinner to the gardens. My strappy heels were hooked on my fingertips. My skirt swaying with each step. The guards opened the doors. A breeze blew towards us pushing my hair back. My maids had brought me a thick wool knitted shawl directly following dinner.
The snow was lightly blowing around misty white dust blowing around. The dusty powder blew into the patches of red roses and yellow tulips and purple irises. I loved the flowers they were so beautiful. "I don't know what's going on; Kriss isn't acting like she usually does. Father wasn't ignoring you. He even spoke to you. Last week he was advising me to send you home. But now he says it can be my choice." He gave out a frustrated sigh.
He'd lifted me off of my feet gently setting me on the bench.
"We'll figure it out eventually." He pulled me close. His strong arms wrapping around my body. Pulling me on top of him.
"This just so frustrating not knowing if he's playing a game, if he wants to harm you." He sounded exasperated, tired. He had barely noticeable bags under his eyes.
"Everything's gonna be alright. Think about happier subject for right now"
"Your hair is so bouncy." His finger pulled a ringlet of my hair. I laughed kissing the edge of his jaw. I let my head fall into the crook of his neck. He had a sweet sent. I wished I could live in this moment forever. In Maxons arms around me. I felt safe with him.
okay i would like to thank all my reviewers and followers and story favorites. Keep reviewing. If theres anything you want me to put in the story PM or review it. Constructive critism it welcome so are flames and telling me how much like my story i like thoes to but constructive critism is the best. Love Ya
(edited this as of 7/29/2017 and can we talk about my cringy authors note)