America's POV
I couldn't even walk outside anymore with people crowding me, asking for an interview or autograph. I was getting sick of it. Even after the selection I still had to keep a happy face, which was something I couldn't do for much longer.
I had just lost the most important people in my life. My Father to death, Aspen to another women, and Maxon to my mistakes.
I wonder all the time about what he is currently doing. If he ever thinks about me, or if I'm the only one who thinks about us constantly.
I peak out my window to see if it is calm enough for me to exit, but I see someone that I never expected to see.
So I need to explain. I still lived in Carolina. Maxon had told me to keep the house but I couldn't. It felt wrong. He had given it to my family when he thought I would be his bride. But I wasn't his bride. He had chosen Kriss and I was the only one to blame.
So when I saw the Queen standing on my porch I was in shock.
I opened my door and when the Queen's eyes landed on me she smiled and began to walk towards me. "Hello America."
I curtsied. "Hello, your majesty."
"Mom." She corrected with a smile.
I shook my head willing tears not to come. "Would you like to come inside?"
She nodded and I held the door open for her. Everyone was at work except me. My mother had told me to take time for myself. It was clear I needed it.
Queen Amberly sat on the couch and handed me a letter. I eyed her before opening it.
America Singer,
As you may know the prince and I are due to be married in two weeks. We have decided to invite all of the selected girls. I regret to say you will be excluded from this wedding on the account of Prince Maxon. I am sad to see that you will not be joining us but I must respect the wishes of my future husband.
My apologies,
Future Princess of Illea, Kriss
The urge to cry was becoming stronger. I felt the tears sting my eyes.
"It is okay to cry America." The Queen said gently.
So I did. I let it all go and sobs took over my body. I was a mess. "I love him. I love him so much and he hates me!"
"He doesn't hate you." She whispered and put her arm around me. "He's hurt America. But I have no doubt in my mind he loves you."
I wiped my eyes and sniffed. "He didn't let me explain. He didn't let me say anything. He just gave up on us."
She took my hands in hers. "I have an idea. You may not like it and we're going to break several laws, but my son isn't happy. You make him happy."
My puffy eyes widened. "Tell me."
So America is a little ooc. I personally like this vunerable side of her.
Thanks for all the supporting reviwews last chapter!
