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Chapter Four
The next morning when I arrive at breakfast I notice four people I can recognize as the English royal family. The King and Queen sit speaking with King Clarkson and Queen Amberly. A man around Maxon's age, Prince Mason sits speaking with Maxon. A girl around my age sits with the rest of the elite, Princess Amelia. I remember Maxon telling me that Illea has a great bond with England. As soon as I enter the dining area Princess Amelia jumps from the table with a look of pure joy on her face.
"Lady America!" She cries, drawing attention from everyone in the room. I can feel Kriss's jealous gaze burning a hold threw my back, but I don't really care. I smile at Princess Amelia, and curtsy gracefully for once in my life.
"Princess Amelia, what an honor." I say, the Princess brushes my formality off with her hand.
"No need for such formalities, Lady America. Please call me Amelia I have a great feeling that you and I will get along just fine. Father, doesn't Lady America look even more stunning in real life! I didn't think it could be physically possible!" I blush as I am praised by the Princess King Clarkson always speaks so fondly of all the time. Princess Amelia looks at her father for an answer. King William nods his head and smiles at me.
"Indeed daughter you seem to be correct. Lady America what an honor to finally meet you. My family and I have found ourselves watching the report every week intrigued with the choices for The Selection. My son and daughter have a particular fondness for you, and I wouldn't be lying when I say my wife and I are not fond of you as well." I want to burst with excitement.
"Thank you, Your Majesty." I say "You don't know how much that means to me."
"Just speaking the truth, dear." Princess Amelia is practically buzzing with excitement at my side. At least one King thinks I am worthwhile. King William turns to King Clarkson and Maxon.
"She would be a good one to have on the throne, Clarkson. Strong willed, but If your boy won't take her mine surly will." I blush instantly as Prince Mason nods. Out of the corner of my eye I can see Maxon's face slightly redden with anger. I don't show it, but my chest is tight with a smug feeling. I watch as King Clarkson's face turns slightly red just like his face. Before he can answer Amelia jumps in.
"Papa! Can Lady America come with Mama, Mason and I on our shopping trip?" She asks before turning to me "Wouldn't that be so much fun, Lady America? We are so going to be best friends. Princess Amelia is like a ball of fiery energy that you cannot dull. She's the sweetest things.
"I don't think The Elite are allowed to leave the palace, Darling." Queen Isabella interjects sadly. Amelia's face drops, and she pouts. It makes her look like a little porcelain doll.
"Well that's a ridiculous rule. How does she ever get any girl time? She needs to get out of this place for at least a couple hours! I know if I was stuck in the palace for this long I would be suffocating." Amelia says throwing her arms up into the air dramatically. Prince Mason decides to pip in with his two cents.
"I think it would be a wonderful idea for Lady America to join us, Father. It would be wonderful to get to know such an inspiring young women." Prince Mason's British accent is enough to make a girl's clothes fall off. It is so slick and sexy that it makes me want to melt.
Snap out of it America!
I mentally slap myself for having such thoughts. I love Maxon, and if I start having fantasies about one of his best friends I'll ever win his trust back. There really is something wrong with me.
"Lady America would you like to go shopping with us?" The King's voice snaps me out of my mental scolding. I notice everyone's eyes locked on me, anticipating my answer. I meet Maxon's brown eyes which are practically begging me to say no, but he has no right to that, not after what he said last night. So I smile at King William and nod my head gratefully.
"If you will have me, Your Majesty I think it will be a great honor to accompany you and your gracious family." As soon as the answer leaves my lips Amelia squeal and grabs into a hug. I yelp in surprise, but hug her back gently.
"Well Lady America we leave in an hour so join us in the lobby let's say in forty five minutes?" The Queen says. I nod my head enthusiastically ready to get out of this cage.
"Of course, you're Majesty. Actually I will take breakfast In my room so I have more time to freshen up. "I curtsy to the royalty before heading back up to my room.
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I have teen minutes to be downstairs to meet the British royal family. My maids threw together an adorable outfit of a light pink t-shirt tucked into a lightly pleaded white skirt paired with white sandals with diamonds encrusted in them, a diamond necklace, and finally the bracelet Maxon brought me from New Asia.
I am draping a purse a crossed me when someone bursts into my room. I squeal as Maxon jumps into view. I place my hand on my heart feeling it as it pounds at a ridiculous speed.
"Maxon! Haven't you ever heard about knocking?" I exclaim "You scared me half to death." Maxon completely ignores me, and is suddenly is right in front of me. He grabs my arms, pulling me against him roughly and pressing his lips against mine. I gasp and pull away from him, but he just grips my arms tighter. I wince in pain.
"Maxon stop you're hurting me." I whimper. Maxon instantly lets me go, and apologetic look in his eyes.
"I'm so sorry, America I really didn't mean to. Let me see." He goes to look at my arm, but I flinch away from him. A look of sadness and surprise flashes a crossed his face. "America?" He asks softly
"I have to get down there, Maxon." I say before hurrying past him and out my door. I cannot believe my Maxon would actually grab me like that. I can't believe he would do something like that. I want my old Maxon back, the loving one who could never hurt a fly.
What is it going to take to get him back?
Three chapters in one day! I am so proud of myself lol. So what do you guy's think of the British Royal family? I quite like them to honest. I think they will make this story interesting (expecially Prince Mason) Just remember that I am a Maxerica shipper so don't freak out on me. Plus, Aspen still is in the picture. BOY DRAMA! Anyways I may or may not update tomorrow because of school, but I hope you guys like this chapter and I will post ASAP!
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