Part 2: harder than it seems.

Maxon POV

America my America was going to die. I couldn't let her die. I don't think I could live a life that wasn't with America Singer. Her breaths were shallow. I couldn't let her die. God just earlier today she was throwing heels at me. No I knew I couldn't live a life without my America. I don't care what my father says America is fit to be a queen. Her experience would help me make this a better country. "Maxon, boy." My father's words cold through the silence of the room. "Wash your hands and take a seat the doctor's here." Turning to see him he had a smug smile across his face. Obediently I stood walking over to the sink washing my hands. The porcelain sink turned a pale red as the blood washed away from my fingertips. I sat next to my mother watching as the doctor came over to America. He knelt down taking scissors to her dress. She had looked elegant as ever in it.

I let my eyes fall closed and my head fall back. Slowly I opened my eyes. The doctor was hunches over America cutting Americas wound bigger so he could get out the bullet. She had blood rolling down her thigh. It made me want to die inside. He had a few maids helping him. One of the maids I recognized as one of Americas maids she had pale brown flat hair. Mary I recall her name to be. She was pressing a cloth to Americas wound. The cloth became red in seconds. The other three elite were watching the doctor. Kriss had a smug smile much like my fathers. But Elise and Celeste were looking with sadness and concern in their eyes. Gauze was wrapped around her thigh. Blood was already seeping through that.

At that point I actually believed she was going to die. And that belief scared the literal shit out of me. The love of my life dying scared the shit out of me.

My mother laid her steady hand over my shaking one. She ran the soft pad of her thumb in circles over my wrist. "Shhh, Maxon it's going to be alright." I nodded flicking away my stray tears.

"I know, it has to be okay." My mother leans her head on my shoulder. She hates leaning on my father's shoulder to sleep during these attacks. Mom said that he sits to stiffly making his shoulder a very terrible pillow. But whenever my mother said things like this it made me smile. The intensity of the room brought me from my daze. I wipe any and all wetness away from my cheeks.

I look down at my mother. Her eyelids are closed. I feel her falling into a deep flawless sleep. My body is aching telling me I need to sleep but my mind is saying, no screaming America has been wounded how could you let this happen. My body takes over and I fall deep into sleep.

My father's stiff voice wakes me. "Maxon, the attack is over." The attack. My mind is fuzzy and a blur. A guard lifts America. America, the rebel attack. Everything floods back. I nod at him trying to gain composure.

"How long was this one?" My voice is stiff and cracked.

My father looks at my mother who is waiting at the door. "Eight hours." His voice is as stiff or stiffer than mine. I nod. Even though I slept for so long I still felt my body ache with exhaustion. It was midnight. "Go get some sleep. We have an early meeting tomorrow, your attendance is required." He stiffly walks away taking my mother by the arm.

I follow the guards out of the room. I walked down the hall towards the 3rd floor. Red graffiti rebel words splayed across the cherry wood paneling. 'Long live Queen America. Long live King Maxon.' The letters are dripping the paint stench thick and present. I lift my foot to step onto the once beautiful wood stairs but I falter seeing a dead guard and decide against it. I slowly walk towards the infirmary. The hall is coated in red lettering. Red rebel words, the words send chills down my spine. Take down the monarchy, We want America. Bring us freedom or bring us death. The palace is completely destroyed with these words. Some are for America and her want of the castes being diminished. But then I see words that make my heart stop. The Five to Die, Red Heads Bleed Dead, Red Apologies Are Empty. Those words make me want to cry want me to go run to America and hold her. I grab a hanging light on the wall. The rest of lights were broke or put out by rebels. This was more than just a north or south rebel attack. This is a whole new realm of rebels. The halls are lit by bright wall lamps. I can't even count how many times I've walked these halls. I used to hate being a prince when I was younger. I kind of still do. I hated not being able to be a real kid and have real friends. I hated not being able to be a normal child. I had friend yes, but barely ever saw them other than Daphne. She was around quite often. France always had these dealing with my father. They would stay here weeks on end. Me and Daphne never knew why, it just was. She was one of the few children at the time that I had met that could speak English. The times me and Daphne we just wandered around the palace. We played in all of the nooks and crannies. We wandered around this palace so much we both could find anything in this palace even to this day.

I finally meet the infirmary doors. America was laying there her chest falling and rising. It rise and falls slow. I close my eyes. They had stripped her bloody dress from her body sticking her in this soft fluffy robe. I can see the silk lace of her black night dress. I don't understand why everyone in this palace thinks that woman should wear thin little skimpy dresses to bed. I'm not saying I don't appreciate how they look on the girls, but they can't be giving off any warmth or anything.

A doctor comes out. "I expected to see you sometime tonight." he sighs looking down at America. "Her wounds look good, their stitched up nice. She's going to sleep for a while; she's going to need a lot of recuperation and rest. When she does wake be sure to not let her walk too much. One of the bullets fractured her leg. She's on major pain med's if she does wake she'd still be in pain. It's not likely that she'll wake tonight she did hit her head pretty hard on the wall when she was shot." There's a pause were he stops to study my face. "If you need anything I'll be in my office." Before I could get one word out he disappeared into the side room, which I assume is his office.

I pulled a chair besides America's bed and drew the curtain for privacy. I was going to stay with her until that morning meeting at least. My thumb ran rhythmic circles on her hand. We stayed there like that for the longest time. Her hand in mine, the sounds of breathing filling the air, I liked it when it was just us. Even if us, was her sleeping and I holding her hand.

I had been dosing off on for a while I didn't realize I'd actually fallen asleep.. "Maxon," My father's voice was cold as ice. "Get up stairs and get changed we have our meeting in half an hour." He stood with a stern slant to his eyes.

"Yes sir," I nodded. How long had I been asleep? Clearly not long enough. I took the servants stairway. It was closer than the grand stair case. The old wood creaked under every step I took. It was ages before I reached the third floor.

The palace was a disaster. God that meeting is going to be an even bigger disaster. I stepped around a body, it looked like a maid clad in a black skirt and black shoes. I stepped around her small body. She was curled into a small ball. Black hair covering her face she looked oddly familiar. I kneeled next to her. The small woman had blood, no a bullet wound. I placed my fingers by her neck. Her breathe was slow but there.

I called for a guard. She needed medical treatment. Maid or not she was still a person. "Yes, your majesty." The guard was tall a good six seven. He looked at me timidly, fear glazed his eyes.

"Please take this woman to the infirmary." I instructed.

"But your majesty she's wounded and most likely won't live. She's a maid." His voice was unsure.

I ran my hands through my hair before looking him right in the eyes with a stern look. "Are you trying to tell me that just because a maid is wounded she doesn't deserve medical treatment? Because I am the crown prince of Illea and I am ordering you to take her to the infirmary." My voice was cold and sharp.

How could the guards be this cold?

I stood up. I heard guards murmuring as I passed them in the hall. Had no royal been that kind to a maid before because that was how they were acting. The walls had more words painted on them about me and America of the monarchy in this country. The monarchy's death by red, The ends of times under blue sky, The happiness with a few white stitches. It doesn't make sense are they saying we need to bring back America the country. Didn't they have a flawed system were everything was chaos all the time. At least that's what they teach everyone in Illea.

I push the thoughts to the back of my mind when I get to my room.

My demolished room my maids are putting it back together piece by piece. "Magdalena can you start a shower for me?" She nods and heads for the bathroom as I slip out of my shoes, sox's, tie, and jacket. My fingers fumble with the buttons of my shirt.

"The shower is ready Maxon." I give her a nod of thanks before walking past into the bathroom. I slide my stiff cotton shirt of my arms. Loosening my belt I unbutton my pants before letting them fall to my feet and stepping out of them. I run my hand under the water it's really hot just how I like it. I step into the shower the hot water so good on my tired body. For a while I just stand there letting the water run down my back. It feels so good to be surrounded by warmth but I have to get back to reality. I hate reality.

Magdalena or one of my other maids lays out a crisp suit and tie for me it's a dark black suit jacket, a pale blue dress shirt, and black tie. I rush to get dressed and comb my hair. Even with the rush I look like a royal that has taken seven hours to prepare not seven minutes.

I throw my maids a thank you as they curtsy a goodbye to me. I'm running up stairs to the fourth floor. Running past the carpenters fixing the mangled up walls I almost ran over Kriss. "Good morning Maxon, you told me to meet you at your room last Friday for our date." Did I? I don't remember that. I must have Kriss wouldn't be here otherwise.

"Kriss lets reschedule that for Saturday I have a meeting I need to get to." She gives me a sad look then nods. I feel guilty but it's not my fault there was an unscheduled meeting. I practically sprinted the rest of the way towards the advisors office.

When the tall doors came to view I slowed giving myself time to straighten out my Suit and tie. My sweaty palms clutched the handles. With one swift tug the door opened.

My father's eyes met mine as I entered, "You're late." His voice was cold and sharp and his eyes like daggers. But it's not like that was anything new.

a/n: sorry this took so long to get out i moved and then the internet wouldnt connect then they scentury link people were all like oh we havent changed it on out side and i was like nope walks away but they finally had to come out today with a technition and its fixed. hee hee i went to see divergent twice already and i got a dauntless braclette heehee okay so review they make me happy and write faster unless im procrassinating.