Hello guys! Okay, so I changed a few things. Just to let you all know so there isn't any confusion; this story used to be The In-Between. But supergirls2008 helped me realize that name was already taken, and I didn't want to cause any confusion! BTW- You should all also go check out supergirls2008 stories. She is an amazing writer and I am a fan of her stories as well! Like always, please review, favorite, and follow! Don't be afraid to message me!
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This is just to let you all know where I am going to pick up.
There was a knock on the door and I saw Queen Amberly come through the doorway, I was actually glad to see her. I smiled warmly at her. That smile quickly faded away as I saw who was also standing in the doorway leaning against the frame of the door, none other than King Clarkson himself. He was wearing a smirk. I should've known he was going to criticize me about my hissy fit last night. He strode through the room towards my bed. I was frozen in place but I can't let him see how he affects me. I need to be strong; for Maxon.
"I see someone's afraid of the dark are we? All this fuss," waving his hand towards my hospital bed and machines, "Over a nightmare," King Clarkson said, a devilish smile on his face.
"No, but I am afraid of the rebels, that rebel against you because of the way you run your country," I spat at him, even though my head was still killing me.
"I see we are still as feisty as ever, Princess America." He said the words as if he was disgusted they even crossed his tongue.
"You got that right. I am going to be Princess America, and there is nothing you can do to stop me." I could tell I hit a soft spot, and had crawled under his skin, which only made my triumphant smile bigger. With that last remark he turned on his heel and stormed down the hallway.
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Queen Amberly ran down the hall after. I immediately knew I should've just kept my mouth shut and let him say his peace. I looked over at Maxon, he had his jaw clenched and his hands were balled into a fist.
"America! You know what my father is capable of! Why would you mouth off like that to him! Not only that but in front of Amberly?" He said half yelling, half trying to control his temper. My hand flew up to my head as the pounding was getting worse and worse.
"Maxon! I am sorry! My head is killing me and I was just so fed up with his crap! I was in the heat of the moment and I couldn't really control what I said!" I yelled at him; (I probably could've controlled myself, but let's face it everyone is tired of the King's crap); both of my hands were now on my temples trying to soothe some of the excruciating pain.
"Fine America," he said softening a little bit, but he was still firm, "You still have to make up and apologize and say that you made a rash decision, no matter how much you don't want to!"
"Okay Maxon, for your sake (and mine) I will apologize!"
I grunted in pain. I have never had a headache hurt this bad.
"America. Are you okay?" Maxon asked reaching to touch my hand.
"No. My head is killing me." Maxon had gotten the doctor, and he had given me some pain medication that really worked. He said I could leave whenever I liked.
It was a Sunday so that was the only day Maxon was free from his duties. I realized that soon I would have to suck up to the one person who deserved it the least; the King.
"America, have you thought about what you want to say?" Maxon asks.
"Yes, I am just going to say 'I apologize, I made a rash decision' nothing more, nothing less." I said with a defiant tone, because there was no way I was going to say more than I had too.
"That will do but you can't use that tone. You have to act sincere."
"Okay 'father'." I said with a laugh, because he was scolding me as if he was my dad.
I got off of the hospital bed slowly. When I stood I felt a little dizzy, but thankfully it went away quickly.
"Maxon, will you go get Lucy and tell her to bring me a simple day dress and supplies to touch up my hair and makeup. It's almost time for lunch, and if I want to apologize before lunch we'd better hurry." With that Maxon took off down the hall, leaving myself to my thoughts. I am absolutely dreading apologizing to the one person who has caused so much hurt and pain in the life of someone I love dearly. I mean how fair is it that just because he's "King" he doesn't have any consequences for his actions at all. If only I could give him a piece of my mind. Tell him how much he has hurt his son, not only physically but emotionally. The more I think about it, the more I like the idea of showing him a side of me no one wants to be on; but then I quickly realize that even though he deserves it, it would only do more harm than good. Then I think about Queen Amberly. I groan. Because she doesn't know the true nature of the King and what he does to Maxon, she has no clue as to the cause of my sudden outburst. I guess I am going to be apologizing to two people. (Which I actually don't mind apologizing to Queen Amberly; because I know she didn't deserve to be witness to all my yelling.)
Lucy strides into the room carrying a bag of supplies and a plain simple teal colored dress. It has quarter-length sleeves and it has a V-neck. There's a seam just below my bust and it falls just below my knees.
"How are you feeling my lady," Lucy asked with the same sympathetic frown like Maxon had this morning. I hated it when people pitied me, but it's going to do me no good to snap at Lucy.
"I'm doing much better, thank you Lucy. Can you get me ready for lunch? We only have thirty minutes left."
"Of course my lady."
Lucy put my hair in a loose sloppy bun, which actually looked pretty cute with the simple dress. All I put on for makeup was some lip gloss and eyeliner. Looking good wasn't my main priority right now anyways.
I notice a piece of paper on the table bedside my hospital bed. I walk over to the table and grab it. My hands are shaking and my heart is racing, I slowly unfolded it, kind of (really) scared of what it might say. It read:
America,
Watch your back.
That was it. It was very strange. I stuck it into my bra; I'll deal with it later. I noticed a shadowy figure standing in the doorway out of the corner of my eye. I turned around and saw Maxon standing in the doorway. He had obviously gone to his room to freshen up for lunch, as well.
He walked over to me and clasped both of my hands in his. "Is everything ok my love?" He asked in a soft tone. I thought to myself, of course everything is alright, why would he ask. That's when I realize I still had that look of shock on my face from when I found the note. I quickly wiped it off my face and smiled timidly at me "Yes, we'd better hurry so we can go apologize."
Thankfully he didn't argue with me, (even though I could tell he didn't believe me) and we just kept walking down the hall towards the dining hall. When we got there two guards opened the door. Maxon left my side and took a seat at his usual place. I looked over a hair and saw the Queen and King looking at me expectantly; Maxon gave me a subtle nod. That was my cue to get on with what I had to say.
I curtseyed slowly, and said in the most sincere voice I could muster, "I would like to apologize greatly for my outburst this morning. It was uncalled for and I should have never snapped at the King like that, I hope you all can forgive me."
The Queen just smiled a small smile, but the King had the grin of a Cheshire cat.
"I see someone had some sense knocked into them," he said with an air of triumph. "The only reason any sense was knocked into me in the first place, was because I love your son so much," I thought.
Even though I wanted to so badly, I didn't reply and took my seat beside Maxon. He patted my knee and mouthed, "Good job."
"Thanks," I mouthed back. I started to eat lunch which was chicken, with mashed potatoes, and rice. I shifted in my seat and heard something crinkle in my bra, and I thought back to the note.
First of all, why did I need to watch my back? Who was after me? We all knew the rebels wanted us all dead. But this didn't seem like something the rebels would do. It couldn't have been any body that works in the palace, because they would have addressed me as Lady America, not just America. When they start working at the palace those rules are practically shoved down their throats by Silvia- my thoughts are interrupted as the siren starts piercing through the once quiet palace, the worst part is this time, it wasn't a dream.
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