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Chapter Eleven

Seeing Aspen is like a punch right directly in the face. Not only did I not think about him while making this decision I didn't even remember him. I always thought my decision was between Maxon and Mason I never once remembered that I had an ex-boyfriend still in the mix. There is really something wrong with me. Maybe Maxon wasn't the only one in the wrong when he was treating me so badly. Had I treated Aspen the same way with Maxon and now Mason? God, I'm such a mess these days.

"Lady America, please come in." Aspen says in a sort of monotone voice. It makes my heart break. He won't even be himself around me anymore. It might be the fact that we are in a room full of royals who could ruin his life forever. I smile at him and run my hands over my gray slacks, and straighten my burgundy sweater as I move into the room, my black heels clicking against the floor.

When I enter the room everyone in there stops and stares at me. At first I just stare back at everyone. My maids are sitting in the corner, knitting quietly while trying their best to act appropriate for the royal family. They drop their knitting as soon as they see me, and just stare at me. Maxon is sitting with the King and Queen on one of the couches. All three of them are staring at me with looks of astonishment slapped on their faces. It's a look I never thought I would ever see on the King. The three girls left in The Elite are sitting on the other couch staring at me, Elise is the only one staring at me in a god way. Celeste looks smug, and Kriss is covered in jealousy from head to toe.

Do I really look that different?

King Clarkson is he first to stand and acknowledge me. I smile politely at him as he kisses my hand and bows slightly. Wow, the King who hates me is now treating me like his colleague, and I'm not even married to Mason yet! This is truly astonishing!

"Hello, everyone." I say, in the same voice as I use in all my interviews, and in front of important royal people. I keep myself soft, and regal looking trying my best to incorporate all the different things Sylvia taught me during the lessons when I was still in The Selection. Sylvia, who I just noticed, is sitting next to The Elite staring at me, although you can tell she trying her hardest not to. I glance over at Maxon, who is not staring at me, anymore, but at the sparkling diamond ring on my left hand. I want to smirk but I hold back the urge. "It's such an honor to see all of you again." I plaster a fake smile on my face.

"No, Lady America it's honor to see you again. You left so soon no one had a chance to say goodbye. It was a rather quick, departure don't you think?" The King asks, I search his eyes, but see no sarcastic waves like I usually do. He must like it knowing that he will only have to deal with me during parties, and meetings now. It makes me itch knowing the King received what he wanted all along.

"Yes, indeed it was, but some things have to be done in a quick manner, don't you think Your Majesty? It was quite a sad departure for me, but I believe it was the right choice for my, and everyone's, sake. Taking responsibility for myself is what needed to be done, so I did it. I believe one of these lovely ladies will make for a wonderful Princess, I'm sure you agree Your Majesty?"

"Wise words, My Lady. Very wise words, indeed. I don't recall you ever mentioning having a connection to the British Prince, though. If you don't mind me asking?" King Clarkson asks, curiosity lacing his words.

"Clarkson." Amberly hisses softly, but I wave her way.

"I don't mind a question, Queen Amberly, actually I would like to answer all of your questions, but do you mind if I take a seat first? I've been running around doing work all day, and would really appreciate the rest." I say, surprised at how well I am holding this act up. Queen Isabella is rubbing off on me.

That's a good thing, right?

"Of course, Lady America have a seat. How rude of me not to offer you one in your own home." King Clarkson says, motioning for me to sit in one of the chairs. I sit down and cross my legs, sighing mentally when all the pressure is released from my feet.

"To answer your question, King Clarkson, no I did not have any relations with M-Prince Mason" I quickly corrected myself forgetting that I couldn't call him Mason in public. "I was planning on leaving The Selection before The English Royal Family ever arrived at the Palace, but I was waiting for the right time. During the shopping trip I took with Princess Amelia and Prince Mason I told Prince Mason my intentions, and he offered me his hand in marriage as you probably already guessed. I put a lot of thought into my decision and decided to go along with it." Everyone is listening intently to my story. "I quite like it here." I add at the end.

"Well, we are glad you are happy, My Dear. Prince Maxon was quite upset when he notices your departure, though. I believe you would have made a beautiful Illean Princess, Lady America." Even though King Clarkson's voice sounds sincere I know he is lying. I've known all along of his opinion here.

"Thank Your Majesty. Lucy?" I see my former maids head lift slowly as the youngest girl looks at me

"Y-yes Lady America?" She stammers out, nervously. I smile comfortingly at me.

"I have a favor to ask you, if you don't mind."

"Anything, Lady America!" She says, standing.

"I remember at the palace how you always used to braid my hair. You were always so good at it, and you did it so beautiful. My hair has been in my face all day, and if it's not too much to ask do you think you could do it for me again? You are just so good at it." I can see Lucy's eyes light up instantly. She used to tell me all the time how much she loves braiding my hair. I love seeing her so happy. She makes her way over to me and curtsy's.

"Of course Lady America." She moves behind me and starts separating my hair into three parts. While she does this I decide I better make more conversation with everyone.

"Are there any more questions?" I ask, relishing in the comfort Lucy's hand bringing the comfort to my scalp.

"When is the wedding?" Celeste asks in a cool voice. I really shouldn't be surprised at this question, but I really am. I can feel Maxon's eyes on me, as I think about how to answer this question.

"Next summer." I answer, bluntly. I figure this is the best way to answer it without feeling bad about it later.

"Next summer, indeed." Adds in a new voice. I feel Lucy tie the braid off with an elastic, allowing me to look over to see Mason standing in the doorway. I smile and stand, going to stand at his side

"No, no darling no need to stand. Please, sit back down." Mason says ushering me back to my seat. I sit back down before Mason sits on the arm of the chair, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

"Price Mason wonderful to see you again." King Clarkson says "You have a wonderful girl here, I hope you know. Take care of her." Mason laughs

"Indeed I do, and I will make sure I keep her safe and sound. I mean if Prince Maxon isn't the one to do it someone has to, am I right?" Even though everyone else say the statement as a joke, but I heard the slight tinge of bitterness in his voice.

"Mason, I believe I have a meeting with your mother in a few minutes." I say, standing. I turn to address everyone else in the room. "Thank you so much for your time, and I really hope to see you all at the party tomorrow." With that I leave out the door, and start towards my room.

"America!" I hear my name and instantly free. I hear the blood pounding in my ears. I don't know how I do it, but I end up turning around. There he is standing right in front of me, and tears burn the back of my throat.

Maxon

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