Time for another update. So, yay. Uhhhm. Sorry that it's been like, a week, but I've been super busy! Hopefully I can do all of my homework before the weekend and send y'all another chapter. Focusing on Amberly and Clarkson! Maybe some Maxeria and the selection girls.

Amberly strode down the hallways with a sense of purpose, determination, and a fire right behind her. To say that the Queen of Illea was livid was an understatement. How dare her husband defy her and interfere in their sons selection even more than he already had. Amberly's fire was fueled by not only the anger at her husband for sticking his nose in Maxon and America's business, but by the hatred that Amberly felt for Clarkson's father for doing the same thing while she was in his selection. Amberly's face was flushed by the time that she reached her office. She nodded to the guards that stood outside her door and went in, locking the door behind her. She leaned against the door and sighed heavily, unclenching the fists that she was unaware that had been balled until now. She made her way over to her desk and plopped down in her chair with a sigh, pouring herself a glass of water. How was she supposed to concentrate on the legislation that was on her desk when all she could focus on was how livid she was for seeing her Maxon and America so upset? Amberly shook her head and grabbed the phone on her desk, punching in her husbands extension. She knew that Clarkson had a break between meetings and she couldn't focus on her work if he was going to continue to muck things up in Maxon's Selection, not to mention she was too angry to focus on anything.

"Clarkson? We need to talk. I'll be over at your study in a moment." She demanded, hanging up as she made her way out of her office. It took Amberly only a few minutes to make her way down the hall to her husbands office. She entered without knocking and closed the door behind her angrily, her eyes boring into Clarkson's. "How DARE you!" Amberly bellowed at her husband, the tame, passive creature that she was no longer present. Clarkson cocked his head coyly and forced a look of confusion on his face. "What are you talking about, my love?" He cooed, standing up and walking over to her, setting a hand on her waist, the other on her cheek. Amberly shook the loving gesture off and stepped towards him, narrowing her eyes. "How dare you THREATEN Lady America?! Can you not see that she is exactly what Maxon is looking for? That even though she is not yet polished in every way that she can be, Maxon wants her?! Or is that what you're afraid of?" Amberly let her anger take control as she shoved Clarkson in the chest, pushing him away from her, earning a chuckle from Clarkson.

"My dear, Amberly, she isn't capable of doing this. Obviously. She isn't strong enough to handle this, why else do you think that you know about it? She was cowardly and fell to Maxon and you instead of doing the mature thing and taking my gracious offer." Clarkson said smugly, as though he could do no possible wrong. Amberly scoffed and rolled her eyes at him, putting her hands defensively on her hips. "Really, Clarkson? Don't pull that…that shit with me!" She cried. "Stop acting as though you are capable of doing no wrong when you're the whole reason that this entire Selection is so wrong and fucked up! Stop caring about what caste she is from! Stop caring about what you want her to be and accept her for who she is and what Maxon wants her to be, or can see what she is!" Amberly cried once more, defeated. Clarkson looked at his wife sadly before walking over to her and wrapping his arms around her shoulders, pulling her into him. "Clarkson, what if your father had intervened as drastically as you did? We wouldn't be together. We wouldn't have Maxon, the heir to the throne. You wouldn't have me." She whispered softly and sadly, unsure of how he would react. Moments of silence passed by before Amberly looked up, catching Clarkson's cold eyes.

"Are you done throwing your tantrum, Amberly?" He asked coldly. Amberly pushed against him but to no avail. "Why do you keep acting as though you can change my mind? That you're capable of doing things that you aren't?" Clarkson pulled her in tighter and Amberly let out a gasp in pain, feeling her eyes water. He released her shoulders and gripped her upper arms tightly, squeezing as hard as he could muster. "Are you through defending someone that isn't worth it? Are you through defending someone of a lower caste than you that only wants to turn our country into dirt? Stop defending that classless, lower than dirt girl that is nothing but a lowly four." Amberly didn't respond or correct him on America's caste, but she stopped struggling. "Good." He released her and pushed her back towards the door. "Now get out." He said coldly, returning to his desk as Amberly made her way out, willing her eyes not to water as she strode down the hallway to her office where she could be alone in peace to figure out what they could do to get rid of Clarkson.

Amberly had finally had enough. She sat down at her desk and folded her hands in her lap. She let out the breath that she had been holding and placed a hand on the phone. Amberly knew what she had to do, and it would break her heart to do it. She heard the dial tone and began to punch in the numbers that she knew all too well. The phone rang once and Amberly's heart skipped a beat. "Hello?...Yes, this is Queen Amberly of Illea…I think it's time we put an end to this stupid war and the tyranny that is King Clarkson."

{THE SELECTION GIRLS}

The Women's Room was silent as three of the remaining four ladies of the selection lounged about. Celeste lay on the couch nearest the window as she flipped through an old magazine that she was starring in, admiring her image as Elise sat in the chair adjacent to her, reading a book about proper etiquette for a lady. Kriss was curled up on a couch on the opposite end of the room, staring dreamily out the window in front of her. Kriss let her mind wander to her previous dates with Maxon and couldn't help but smile dreamily and let out a sigh. Celeste slapped her magazine shut. "Could you be any louder, Kriss?" Celeste snapped, narrowing her eyes at the poor girl. Kriss jolted out of her day dream and looked at Celeste, startled. "I=I'm sorry." Kriss stammered. Elise looked up from her book, half interested in the actual conversation. Elise rolled her eyes before determining that it would not be worth her time to get involved in. Celeste had been in a foul mood since breakfast because Maxon wasn't present, which puzzled the three girls, but Elise hadn't paid it too much mind. They were under the impression that perhaps Maxon was finally eliminating America, but that didn't seem to be the case since the two were not present at lunch. Elise lowered her attention to her book once more, blocking out the squabbling of the two girls over nothing as Silvia rushed over, trying to calm Celeste.

La la la laaaa. So, that's it for this chapter. I lied about the Maxerica thing :( and I'm sorry. The next chapter will be all about them! Oh, and who was Amberly talking to? Guesses in the reviews!