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Chapter Four
At breakfast the next morning the prime minister of Russia is visiting. We all sit around the table eating, and King Clarkson, Maxon, and the Prime Minister all sit around talking. Queen Amberly and I just sit around listening to the conversation and talk softly with the wife and daughter. The Prime Minister's daughter, Maggie, sits next to me looking nervous, but glancing at me every single second like I am some kind of celebrity.
"Princess America, are you alright?" The Prime Minister asks, as he notices that I am only picking at my food. Maxon's attention is immediately on me. He takes my hand in his own and looks at me with worry.
"What's wrong, my love?" He asks softly
"I'm just not hungry." I say, trying to smile reassuringly "Please don't worry about me I am just fine." I can tell by the look on everyone's face that no one believes me, but really I am just not hungry.
"Maybe you should go lay down." Maxon says, concern dripping from his words. I roll my eyes at my husbands immediate reaction.
"Maxon, I'm fine." I say, not quite sure myself though.
"You look a little pale." Maggie pips in.
"Come on America you need to go lay down." Maxon says softly taking my arm and helping me up. I sway a little when I stand, and almost fall over. Maxon is quick to catch me, and lift me into his strong arms. My head feels like it is spinning around in circles, and my vision is spotted with black splotches.
"Oh dear, Maxon you better take her to the infirmary." I hear Queen Amberly say, worry lacing her words.
"Do you want me to take her your majesty?" I hear a guard as before I am fully pulled under the dizziness in my head.
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I wake to something cool being laid on my forehead. My eyes flutter open and I expect to see Maxon's eyes flutter above me, but instead I am greeted with bright blue one's that belong to Maggie. She smiles kindly down at me her smile lighting up all her features.
"Welcome back to reality, Princess." She says, her thick Russian accent coats her words.
"What happened?" I ask, sleep still covering my voice.
"You passed out in Prince Maxon's arms before he could get you to the infirmary. You gave us all quite the scare." She says, brushing a piece of my hair off my cold forehead. My thoughts immediately go to my husband. I look around, almost frantically looking for him.
"Where is Maxon?" I croak out, Maggie gently eases me back down on my back.
"The King said he had to go back to work after he sat with you for the first couple hours. He didn't want to leave you, but The King won eventually. I offered to stay and look after you since Princes Maxon didn't want you left along to wake up alone." Maggie replies
"How long have a been out?" I ask
"Almost five hours." Maggie says looking at the clock on the wall. My eyes widen, but I don't say anything about it.
"What did the doctors say?" I ask, looking around.
"Your sugar was low from not eating." Maggie says, looking series. "The doctors say you must have not been eating properly for almost a week for it to get this bad. Prince Maxon really has been beating himself up over it." She says. My eyes widen.
"What do you mean?" I ask, my stomach sinks because I don't like the sound of that.
"Maxon thinks it's his fault for monitoring your diet better." Maggie explains. My heart instantly drops. I don't want Maxon to beat himself over the fact of my nutrition.
"Can you go get him for me?" I croak, my hand moving up to rub circles on my head to try and ease the thumping pain. Maggie looks doubtful at first, no doubt not wanting to interrupt an important meeting.
"I don't know..." Maggie says
"Please." I say, grabbing her hand. "Just tell a guard that the princess needs the prince. They will go get him, please Lady Maggie." I practically beg. Maggie goes to the nearest guard and before I know it Maxon enters looking like he just ran a marathon.
"America." He breathes, falling to his knee's next to my bed. I smile, trying to reassure my husband of my well being.
"Maxon." I say, leaning forward to kiss him softly. Maxon kisses me back softly, but not to the near extent that he usually does.
"You scared me, America." His whispered into my hair. I feel a couple tears drip into my hair.
"I am so sorry." I tell him, hugging him tightly to me. "I didn't mean to scare you, Maxon I really didn't mean to." tears start to leak from my eyes.
"You need to eat America. I can't do it for you, why on earth are you suddenly having trouble eating? My America has never had issue's eating." I swallow hard not wanting to tell Maxon anything of what has been happening the last few weeks.
"I can't eat anything." I whimper, burying my face into his shoulder.
"Please explain, my love." Maxon says, kissing the side of my head. My lips starts trembling, and I have no idea how I am going to explain what has been happening the last few weeks. I never wanted anyone to know that the Princess of Ilea is weak. "America, I can't help you if you don't tell me what is wrong." Maxon urges. I sigh, finally giving into Maxon's sweet voice.
"I can't eat...because every time I do try and eat something I always end up getting sick and throwing up." I whisper, ashamed of the terrible thing. "It's like my stomach can't handle anything." I try and explain. Maxon takes these words into his system, and a look of pure pain crosses over his face.
"Oh, America." He whispers "How long has this been happening?" I take a deep breath.
"About three weeks." I admit, Maxon's eyes widen.
"Why didn't you tell anyone?" He asks, raising his voice. I flinch away from him not liking the roughness in his voice. "America, answer me."
"I was afraid." I answer truthfully. Maxon squeezes my hands and makes me look him in the eyes.
"Afraid of what?" Maxon asks, worry leaking from is features.
"I don't want people to think I am weak. A princess isn't weak, Maxon." I say, as I start to cry again. Maxon gathers me into his arms and kisses the side of my head.
"Oh my America you are anything but weak." Maxon's voice is heartbroken, but soon he is up and calling for a doctor. I grip his hand tightly.
"What are you doing?" I ask. The doctor comes in and Maxon ignores me and explains my situation to the doctor. The doctor decides the best thing to do is take a blood sample. I grip Maxon's hand as tightly as I possibly can as we await the results. Queen Amberly is sitting next to me, and King Clarkson standing against the wall. Maxon sits up a little straighter when the doctor comes back with a grim look on his face.
"What is it doctor?" Queen Amberly asks
"After taking a very close look at Princess America's blood test we have come t the very difficult conclusion that something is indeed wrong with the princess." Maxon stiffens beside me, and the doctor sighs.
"What is wrong with her?" King Clarkson asks gruffly
"Princess America seems to have been...poisoned, but this is a poison that has been in affect for a very long time and there is nothing we can do to stop it."
CLIFF HANGER! How did you guys like that one? So I am SO sorry for taking so long to update, and I have a pretty good excuse. I have had the flu for a weeks and bronchitis on top of it. So I have been tortured for the whole week so I hope you can all forgive me! Thanks for everyone who reviewed and please review again and tell me what you think! Oh, and yes before you instagramers start asking. YES I have read The One because I was lucky enough to receive an early copy from my copy. So, yep I have read The One, but no I will not stop writing this because I am already WAY to far into the process. So don't worry about that! Thanks for reading!
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