"Why wasn't there a guard around? That could have been my son or Amberly." My father was irate. No royal or selected had never been shot, or harmed by a rebel ever. They had never dared to do that. This meeting had been dragging on for hours we went in circles. Do we need new guards, yes we need more guards. How could this possibly have happened! Are these rebels new or are the rebel's joined together to make one big rebellion. My head was starting to ache.

One of the advisors, Cullen spoke up. "Your majesty, Maxon, what do you think we should do about this?"

"Well, obviously as my father has said we should acquire more guard, but we know that some of them may be acquainted with the rebels. I think we should get more guards but be selective about them. Rank up loyal officer of outlying provinces; execute the ones affiliated with the rebels. Have more eyes on the officers we do have, put a tracking chip in them if we have to. Screen the letters they send and the letters they receive."

"And if we find something suspicious or incriminating." Cullen has my father paying attention now.

"If we find something suspicious or incriminating we execute them or throw them in the dungeon to rot." I liked this option about as much the next person. But I can't let this happen to Kriss, Elise, or Celeste. America this shouldn't have happened, she shouldn't have been wounded. Aspen sure loved her. Irritation filled my mind. "And for officer leger, well America would never forgive me for executing him or throwing him in the dungeon for the rest of his life. I propose sending him home and decreasing his caste status of 2 back down to 6." My father looked at me appraisingly.

Appeasing my father was a hard thing to accomplish. "Why can't we execute him?" My father's eyes were on me among all the other advisors.

"Her and her family is close friends with the Leger family; they hire them to do jobs sometimes. I don't know much other than she would be crushed if he was executed or put in the dungeons for any more time. Her and her brothers are close friends with him. I just don't want to put her through anything more than she's already been through." I sighed running my hands through my hair.

This was the longest meeting I've ever had. This had been going on for six hours. My father talks about me being an indecisive person but I think indecisiveness runs in the family. It took five hours of running in circles and an hour of me trying to explain myself. All I wanted was to check on America get some aspirin and sleep for a few hours before I had to go and answer a bunch of Gavril's questions on the report. My head was throbbing I really just need some good quality sleep.

"Let's have a break we'll start back up tomorrow we have to settle things before my family and the elite." He put his hand up to his brow and rubbed his forehead. Gesturing us away.

I walked down the hall massaging my temples. "Maxon!" a cheery Kriss, its official that I have to end this selection soon, why did Kriss have to be so persistent to see me?

"Yes Kriss." I gave her a smile. Her blond hair was up in a high bun. Little flowers the ones America loved from the garden they were little and pale pink they looked white from afar. Like the ones she had in her hair yesterday. I couldn't help but associate those flowers or anything from the gardens to America, it was where are relationship began.

"Can we go do something," she paused stepping closer so her body was touching mine. "Like walk in the gardens or go to your room."

"Kriss I am not in the mood for this, I'm gonna go get some aspirin check up on America then sleep until I have to get ready for the report." I sighed running my hands threw my hair.

She spun around and stormed away she murmured something about how everything was always about that five to me. "Kriss I would watch what you say since I've had it up to here." I lifted my hand at my brow level. "With everyone so don't you start, you should be more sensitive towards that five she got shot several times if you haven't noticed some of the rebels love her and some want her head on a silver platter. No one else care about you, Celeste, or Elise. You don't have a price on your heads. I've got to go, my head hurts and I'm sorry I snapped I shouldn't have don't that, I'm just tired and stressed and need some processing time," I gestured towards the meeting room doors. "We spent five hours talking and arguing in circles about guards." I pushed passed her making my way towards the infirmary.

The walls repainted a solid pure white. The shiny tile replaced, the walls were still on the mend carpenters were fixing them, putting in new installation. They nodded me a good afternoon. I've never seen the palace this messed up before. We have had some very destructive attacks before but not like this. I stepped around the rubble over the paint or blood. I wasn't positive which one it was. Lets just say it was paint.

It took a long time to get to the infirmary but I finally got my aspirin, although I wasn't allowed to take it until I ate something but at least I had the aspirin. I just eat a sandwich or drink some tea and eat some toast when I get back to my room. I moved the privacy curtain away America was laying there awake with Celeste sitting at her side. Celeste? Celeste! Celeste? Celeste Newsome that wants nothing to do with a five sitting with America Singer holding her hand talking like a civil person. The same celeste that me and America argued about.

"Is this a bad time?" America looked towards me and gave me a bright smile.

"Not at all, I was just leaving, I'll see you later America." Celeste gave Americas hand a tight squeeze before standing up and leaving the room.

"What was that all about?"

"She wanted to talk? I'm really unsure of her at the moment. She complemented me in a kind tone of voice. "

"does she normally complement you in a rude tone of voice?"

She thought about this, "more like passive aggressive. Less passive and more aggressive, But I guess second chances can be given. I guess."

"How are you doing?" America looked.

"In pain, tired, dreading calling my mother, I just want to sleep for three months straight." She let out a heavy sigh, she closed and opened her eyes she looked truly broken.

"America what's wrong," I grabbed her hands clasping my hands around hers. She was crying. "Shhh America, shhh it's gonna be okay." I brought my arms around her small frame.

"I'm scared Maxon, I thought I would never see you again. I thought I was gonna die." She was sobbing into my shoulder. Her hands shaking as they wrapped around my torso.

"America Singer your stuck with me, I'm not gonna let you die not now not ever."

We stayed like that until she calmed down. "I'm gonna go get the doctor then we can go to my room and sleep." She nodded sniffling and wiping away some stray tears.

The doctor asked America if she wanted to try crutches or a wheel chair. She opted for the chair. She was clad with a sleek black cast. She winced in pain a lot but every four hours she got a dosage of pain meds. We had three guards on us at all times.

"Do we have to do the report tonight." She was lying next to me on my bed her body curled up in mine.

"We have to tho you have to go get ready as do I." She sighed. "Okay how about we get ready and you wait for me to wheel you down the great room." She nodded sitting up and wincing in pain.

Okay the chapter is out I didn't go over it a few times because I wanted it out so all mistakes are mine

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