Hey Guys! Sorry for the LATE update! But as I wrote before...I had a lot on my plate...
But for now on: just enjoy the (extremeley EXTRA long) chapter! I know that there is really little action at the moment..but the blow-up will come...believe me ;) just be patient!
It was actually more than two months ago when the rebels attacked the last time, which seemed like a very short amount of time to recover for us, but when I was thinking about it in a silent moment (which was rare in the days before my wedding!) it seemed strange that there hadn't been a rebel attack for so long. And if I thought about it even further… I was scared. I was scared that that would build up to something big…that they had their next attack planned already…and that there were going to be even more deaths than the last time. What if-
"America!" I looked up into Anne's face, startled to see that she was talking to me; seemingly not for the first time.
"What is it Anne?" I was sitting on a high chair in my old bedroom, getting my make-up done, and in only a few hours…I would marry the man of my dreams.
"My lady; please close your eyes! I need them closed to get the eyeshadow on." I nodded and closed my eyes.
"What were you thinking about? I was calling your name for the third time, when you finally reacted."
"Ehm…" I debated with myself if it would be a good idea to talk to Anne about my fear, and decided it would only trouble her mind unnecessarily. "I was just thinking about later…I'm nervous that I will trip or anything like that…or even forget the words I need to say!" I laughed at her, just to calm her down, and maybe to calm myself down a little more.
"Oh, miss! You will be perfect. There is nothing you need to be afraid of and I assure you, that you won't make any mistake. The prince will love you, no matter what."
"It isn't the prince I am worried about…" I mumbled quietly, so that nobody could hear me, or at least nobody should've heard it.
"Excuse me my lady?" Anne certainly heard something…
"Nothing." I smiled "I just said that you are right!" But that was a lie… If anything was going wrong or if I did anything to despite the king…well I certainly would have to pay for that.
I was being nervous…well, nervous was and understatement. I was deeply afraid I would ruin our wedding and my life. The King wasn't exactly my biggest supporter and searched for every tiny little detail he could hold against me. But I wouldn't give him this satisfaction. I would do anything, to be with Maxon and for the future of my unborn children.
Someone knocked at the door.
"As long as it isn't Maxon, please come in." I called out and no other than the Queen herself entered the room. As she walked nearer to me I felt the tension leave my body; at least for a certain amount.
"Queen Amberly!" I cried out, having a big smile on my face.
"You know you are allowed to call me mom, now that you will be my daughter, sweetheart." She told me, came up to me and embraced my body into a heart-warming big hug.
"So…tell me, America. Are you nervous?" I gulped. I was nervous; but should I tell her the actual reason? I decided to talk to her about my nervousness, but to leave out the part where I would tell her about the fear I felt about her husband.
"I am…I'm really scared that something will go wrong…"
"Oh Honey." My heart melted, hearing her warm voice, calling me 'Honey' "You know that I went through the exact same thing that you are going through right now…and see where I am now! I was so nervous! I was nervous until I saw Clarkson standing there, waiting for ME. Just for me. He chose me out of the many girls he could've chosen…and that made me believe that I was doing the right thing!" I nodded, showing her I understood, even though I would never understand how such a cruel king could've chosen such a beautiful, regal and kind girl.
"And you know what calmed me down the most?" Amberly asked, and I shook my head, waiting for the answer she was going to give me in a moment.
"That he chose me! Even though he knew from the beginning, that we were going to have problems with having a child! Even though my health was quite bad and my background wasn't anything to be proud of. He could've chosen any of the other girls, believe me there were enough worthy of the future Queen's spot, but still…
Clarkson chose me! Even despite his mother's obvious distaste for me. So America. You don't have to be nervous." I never knew that the King had known about Amberly's condition before he even decided she was the One…It was nice to hear something about Amberly's past.
"Maxon did similar tings for you. He chose you, because he loves you! He didn't care what his father was going to say; or the people outside the palace. He chose you, because it was the right thing to do for him and you. And..." she stood up, ready to leave and to make herself look even more beautiful than she already was for the wedding. "Clarkson can seem cold; he can seem heartless…but deep down he is a good man…Don't be afraid of him; he just wants the best for his people!"
Oh well…I didn't know about that. But I didn't want to ruin the faith my mother-in-law had in her husband, so I just smiled at her and nodded.
And with that and a last smile back at me she left the room, leaving me alone for the short amount of time, until my maids were filling up the rooms with laughter again.
I was standing behind the curtain, hearing the noise of the small crowd of people in the studio. Our wedding was, of course, recorded so that the public would be able to see how their future King and Queen were entering the beautiful bond of marriage. I wasn't too happy about the recording, but with a little help of Amberly I was able to get my wish of having just a few people at my wedding, a few people that were the most important in mine, and Maxon's life.
"Deep breaths, America!" My mom told me, noticing my nervousness. "Everything will be alright!"
After a small debate between Maxon and his father, the King agreed that since my father wasn't able to 'hand me over' and approve the choice I made; my mother would do the honour of giving me away. I was glad I had her by my side, when I did the steps into my own, new life.
"May I have a word with you, America?" A voice behind me asked sweetly. That particular voice made my hair stand on end. To many it may have sounded nice how he approached me, but I knew it was just an act to not alarm my mother.
"Of course." I whispered the answer because I was afraid of what was going to come next. He walked me in a silent corner of the studio, so nobody could follow our conversation.
"Listen closely, America." The way he pronounced my name didn't leave any doubt on his obvious distaste for his son's choice in women. He spit it out like it was dirt in his mouth and whispered it quietly as if it wasn't worth saying it out loud.
"There is no other option for me than to accept the choice my son made even if it was dumb and incomprehensible. He is young and acts impulsively and I can tell you…in just a few years of your marriage he will be sick of your selfish behaviour and will search for another bed to lie in. You are just a little…well how can I say it…amusement for him and will grow tired of you. That's all good and will happen. But for now YOU still have to be on your best behaviour and I'll tell you this once!" He held up his index finger centimetres away from my face while saying the cruel words. "If you screw anything up…I will make sure you leave on your own terms."
Without another word he went away. Well, who will win the award for best and loving father-in-law?
Certainly not me.
I didn't need him to elaborate on what he was going to do because maybe the only thing that he could use against me…was my family and unfortunately… he knew that.
'Breathe, America; breathe!' I told myself knowing that just in a few seconds I had to walk down the aisle in front of (too) many people (for my taste). My hands were shaking and my eyes were burning with tears. This time not (only) out of fear…but more out of anger that the King was capable of scaring the hell out of me and threatening his daughter-in-law like that. My mom was walking towards me, a questioning expression in her eyes.
"Are you ok? What did the King want?" She asked me, concern showing in her eyes.
"Oh…ehm…he just wanted to welcome me in the family…he is warming up to me after all now!"
Wow…I'd never thought I would be that good at lying, because my mother seemed to believe me.
The cue: the music I chose. It started to play and I knew it was time for my mother and me to do the last walk into my new life together. She held my hand the whole way down the aisle and then I saw him. It was exactly like Amberly told me…I forgot everything else around me. My worries about the words of the King, the Kingdom itself and everything else were fading away as soon as I saw Maxon standing at the end of the aisle, looking extremely handsome in his dark black, perfectly tailored suit and his grey vest underneath.
His hair was decent and a little slicked back and I couldn't wait to get through it with my hands, rifle through it and have it in this messy way I loved it. I was so caught up in my thoughts about the most handsome man on earth who was going to be my husband in just a matter of time that I nearly missed that we were standing right in front of him by now.
My mother's eyes teared up as she gently put my hands into my soon-to-be husband's and she made a small step to the side right next to my bridesmaids.
I just looked up into Maxon's deep brown eyes and did not really care for my surroundings. The only thing I cared about in that moment was: that was going to be our start. That was the beginning of our family and our immortal bond. That was it!
"You look stunning, my love" He whispered towards me so that only I could hear his words and I think, at that moment, I was radiating like the sun.
"Thank you. Thank you. Oh, that's very nice of you to say!" The last guests were (finally) leaving our small celebration after the wedding. I let out a loud sigh, relieved that we got through all the festivities for that day. Arms were slung around me and I felt the warmth of another body behind my back. I turned around only to look into the most beautiful eyes and those eyes happened to belong to my husband.
"You are happy that everything is over for the day?" He asked me rhetorically as if he didn't know how much I disliked those events when I had other things on my mind.
"You know…we could go now…We don't have any obligations for now…" He winked at me and as everyone probably knew by now, my face turned into a bright, red colour again, because I knew exactly what he was talking about. We were legally husband and wife now. I had my room right next to his. We would share a bed most of the nights…
"We should go upstairs then." I surprised him and even more myself with that answer. I was usually the shy one with that topic, but today my mouth was working faster than my brain. Well…I guess it was nearly every time like that, but…still.
As we went up the last set of stairs, I was suddenly swooped off my feet and felt myself hover over the ground, feeling Maxon's arm and chest muscles against myself.
"Eh…What are you doing?" I asked him, but laughing because of all the endorphin that was running through my body.
"You know it was a tradition some time ago, to lift one's wife over the threshold of their new, joint home. It was meant to seal the first step into marriage and the collective life. I thought we could bring back the old tradition." He smiled at me, knowing I would like bringing back forgotten things of the past. He pushed open the doors and surprisingly we weren't located in his chambers as I thought we would be. No. We were standing in my new, custom-made room.
The walls were cream-coloured and the floor was a dark wooden colour. Thin and in a little darker shade of cream, curtains were hanging on the side of the windows and we could see the nightblue sky and thousands of stars outside spreading over the garden of the palace.
I didn't want many different colours in my room, so my furniture, along with my bed and some bookshelves, was out of some dark wood and all the fabrics were in darker and lighter shades of cream. In front of my fireplace a fluffy, light carpet was laid down and soft couches for lazy Sunday evenings were put on the floor so that the warmth of the burning fire was to be felt while sitting down.
However the sofas weren't the object of our desire…
Maxon still held me lifted up in his arms when he started walking in my room, dropping me on the soft surface of my, or should I say our?, bed. Seemingly Maxon was way more organised than me, because he informed a maid or a butler beforehand who must've lit some candles while we were at that party. The Room was in the perfect light. Not too bright, but not too dark either. Our eyes didn't hurt when we looked around, but we were also able to see each other.
Maxon sat down next to me on my bed and took my hand in his own.
He smiled brightly at me and I could see pure happiness in his eyes. I was really amazed that it was me who caused his happiness!
"I can finally call you my wife! God, I love the sound of it…"He was lost in his own thoughts and I really wanted to know what was going on in his mind.
"What are you thinking about, husband?" I asked him with a wink at his new name.
"You know…In my head we are a little further right now…" He grinned at me mischievously "We are sitting in the dining hall and a bunch of kids are running around and laughing about everything. They are not just our kids, but their cousins and friends. I love that picture….And I like the thought that it won't be silent like it was in my childhood. Our kids are going to grow up as kids! With other kids around…" I lifted my hand up to his warm cheek, caressing it and feeling him lean into my movement.
"I know what you mean…But that's a looooong way to get to 'a bunch of kids'" I quoted him. I didn't mean it in a 'getting him back to reality' kind of way; when I was dragging out the long, I winked at him forcing him to get other thoughts in his head.
I actually didn't know where my confidence was coming from, but deep down I knew it. I knew that I was ready to dare the next step in our relationship and additionally; it was our wedding night after all! Faster than I knew I felt Maxon's warm, raspy lips against my own. How could it even be possible that every time we kissed he STILL made me feel those butterflies in my stomach?
It didn't help that his tongue was prodding slightly against my lower lip, begging for entrance. The butterflies and the warm feeling were no longer only in my stomach, they were moving around my body, electrifying it with every touch of Maxon's skin. It seemed like tiny electric strokes were leaving Maxon's fingers, while he gently stroked my neck. He slowly moved his hands further down my body, not leaving any part out. My eyelids were closed and he kissed both of them softly as if they could break any minute. His hands were caressing the sides of my stomach and chills were running all over my body. We moved from the sitting position on the bedside, slowly to him hovering over me.
I decided it was time for me to make a move and I helped him out of his jacket, which he threw on the ground without wasting a minute. Our kisses were getting heated, and Maxon slowly stroked my thighs. He started with the outside slowly wandering up, by now moving under my dress. Those touches filled me with excitement, and lust. Every time he touched my skin, a small signal was going up to my heart, letting it beat faster every minute.
I started to slowly unbutton his dress shirt, and even though I saw him without a shirt on, before…I was out of breath for a moment. He definitely worked on his muscles, but it wasn't to the point where it would look ridiculous. He was just perfect for me. I softly touched his chest and started caressing it. His reaction was immediate. Goosebumps were forming on his chest and his breath was getting faster. By now he was lying between my legs, while I was on my back and just a moment later, his hands were at my back, trying to open all the buttons on my dress. After some time, he undid all the buttons and I made a mental note for myself, to tell my maids that that many buttons were very impractical.
I was excited and yet afraid what Maxon would think about me, think about my body, but my insecurities were washed away when he stripped down my dress and looked at me in awe. Slowly running his fingers over my bare chest, he told me how beautiful I was.
"I love you Maxon." I confessed to him, while I knew we were going to take a new road into our future.
"And I" he kissed my forehead "love" pecked my nose "you." And started on my lips where we had ended before our words. And in that moment I knew I made the right choice, the right choice to overcome all the obstacles and to choose love. To choose the love for the man who would be there for me forever.
I am not good at writing sex scenes...so I'll just let the rest for your imagination ;) So a little updat on me...even though I don't even know if you want to hear about me or just read the story :D anyways...I'm officially done with school! FOREVER! So please tell me if you enjoyed the chapter?
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My surgery went well...just have to walk in crutches for another 3 weeks...but oh well :)
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