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When she had arrived she had gone out of her way to make sure no one she knew saw her. It proved harder than she thought.

She saw the second glances people gave her. She had gotten then at the IAU too. Before she had strengthened her place as Mia Calix.

Seeing everyone again, it caused too much pain. And seeing King Clarkson, she almost punched him in the face.

" Are you Mia Calix?" He had asked. He still looked as grim and punishable as ever. She nodded.

" Yes, your Majesty."

" I was told you were a loyal follower of the monarchy and one of their best fighters." She wasn't sure about the first part, but she didn't hesitate.

" Yes, sir," King Clarkson smiled.

" I have a job for you. My son has been...disobedient. I want you to watch him. Make sure he doesn't disobey me. Understood?"

" Yes, sir," she nodded. Her naps had formed little crescents on her palms. It took all of her self retains not to scratch that look off his face. For what he did to Maxon. For what he did to her. For what he did to them.

Instead, she nodded, leaving his room. And letting the maid lead her to her room. At least she could protect Maxon from Clarkson. But how would she react when she saw him?

It had been two weeks since she first came back to the palace. She had seen him on the second day. A thousand emotions hit her at once. She couldn't take it.

She had excused herself and ran to her room. No one disturbed her as she sobbed for the next half hour.

For the next two weeks, she had to hold herself together every time she stood watch outside his door. The first days it had been harder than not punching the King. Now it was more bearable.

The first day she had opened the door and saw him. She wanted to kiss him and hold him. Tell him she was alive. But she didn't.

Now as she stood outside his door. Swearing she could hear him breathe. It comforted her. And the pain in her heart lessened. At least she was close to him.

Suddenly a crash sounded through the hall. Maxon! She sprinted to his room, throwing the door open, not bothering to knock. Maxon was leaning on his desk holding an empty flask. That's when she noticed the empty bottles on his desk. He was drunk.

He started to push himself off the desk when he stumbled. She rushed to his side, wrapping his arm around her back. He looked at her confused and then pushed off of her, stumbling away.

" Why are you helping me?" He asked, his words slurring.

" I'm supposed to protect you," she whispered. He heart was hurting again. The tears pushing at her eyes were almost painful. He laughed drunkenly.

" Did my father send you?" He laughed again, " He doesn't care about me. He doesn't want to protect me." He stumbled back again and she caught him.

" Maxon," she whispered her voice full of pain and loving. He looked so broken. Had her leaving broken him? Had she destroyed him? She pressed him up when he yelped.

She stared confused. He pushed her away. " Go, go," he pleaded.

" I'm going to help you, okay?" She said softly. Why did he want her to leave? She saw his face contort in pain again when her hand touched his back. And then she knew. But, Mia didn't know, America knew. But he was drunk. He wouldn't remember.

" Maxon, lay down," she commanded.

" You can't tell me what to do," he smirked, " I'm the Prince." She sighed trying not to break. This was all her fault.

" Maxon, please lay down," she asked. He must have heard the distress in her voice because he gave her a drunken salute before face planting the bed.

She gulped nervously before pulling off his suit coat. She opened the drawer she knew the steel box was hidden. There was a small scalpel. She cut off his bloody shirt trying her best not to hurt him. He groaned as she started to clean the blood off his back. He groaned again.

" Waz u name," he asked. He had turned his face to talk to him. How could he still be a gentleman? She wanted to kiss him. How could she think that seeing him again wouldn't hurt? And seeing him hurt because of her hurt more.

" Mia Calix," she replied softly.

" Heyyy, that's my middle name," he announced loudly. She shushed him hurriedly. She knew that. It's why she choose it. She couldn't forget him. She couldn't be his wife, but she always had a part of him with her.

" Maxon," she whispered, " I need you to sit up." He leaned most of his weight on her as he slowly sat up. She wrapped the bandages around his chest, he buried his groans.

" Alright, I'm done," she said helping him lay down again. She pulled the covers to his chin, tucking him. He was staring at her with avid eyes. He looked like he was about to cry.

" What?" she asked. He shook his head.

" You look like someone I knew." She gulped. She was going to regret this. But she wanted to know, no she needed to know.

" Did you love her," she asked softly, the lump in her throat was making it hard to talk. He looked at her, his brown eyes looked so full of pain.

" No," her heart dropped, " I still love her."

" She'll come back to you one day, once she figures everything out."

" She can't do that. She's gone," his voice broke. She wanted so hug him, to kiss him. She had to be strong, for him. Especially after what she had seen.

" I'm sorry, You Highness, I must go," she bowed quickly and rushed out of the room. The guards in the hall looked at the fighter, as she passed by on the verge of tears.

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