Wow, so how about that last chapter, huh?(: AND THOSE REVIEWS. You guys, I'm so glad that the CW never picked up. I think I would be in a totally messed up world, not knowing what was real and what was fiction. However, I DO hope that Kiera Cass tries to make it into a movie and writes the script. Why? BECAUSE HOW COOL WOULD THAT BE!? I like the idea of a TV show, I just hate what you guys told me about how it was going to be. I see the chapters as different episodes in my head, anyway, so, that's always cool. Anyway! Enough rambling. I think that this one might be a filler just to get some tension and elimination out of the way. Ah! I'm excited. Here goes nothing! OH. ALSO. I READ THE SCRIPT FOR THE PILOT. What the actual BLANKITY BLANK BLANK.

Queen Amberly paced back and forth in her study, Maxon eying her every movement as she did so. He didn't understand why his mother was pacing, why she was so panicked, so frantic. "Mother?" He asked, causing Amberly to jolt into a stiff position, smoothing the front of her gown out as she swallowed hard, her face as pale as a ghost. "Yes, Maxon?" She asked, walking to her seat, brushing off invisible crumbs that were on the chair cushion. "You were the one that wanted to speak." He reminded his mother kindly, taking a seat at her desk, sitting directly in front of him. His mother nodded gravely and folded her arms on the desk in front of her. "Yes, that is correct." She said softly. Her eyes grew heavy with distress and she locked eyes with Maxon. "Maxon, you know that I love you and that I care about you and your well being." She began, Maxon acknowledging her with a nod, telling her to continue with his eyes. "Well, I feel it only fair to warn you that there are changes, big changes that are about to happen in Illea. I want you to sit still and let me explain in all entirety before you say anything or try to leave, do we have an understanding?" Queen Amberly asked gravely. Maxon nodded dumbly, swallowing hard as he tried not to break eye contact with his mother. "Of course, Mother, whatever you say." He tried to keep the fear out of his voice, but to no avail. Queen Amberly reached across the oak desk and took his hands in hers before opening her mouth to speak. "Maxon, I've been in contact with the rebels."

{SELECTION GIRLS}

America pouted as she made her way to the Ladies Room, confused as to why they were being summoned when Queen Amberly and Prince Maxon had said that they had no class today and were free to do as they pleased. America let a sigh escape her lips before noticing that Elise had joined her and was walking in stride with her. "Lady Kriss, always nice to see you." America said politely, trying to keep the air between them light. Kriss nodded politely in response. "And you as well, Lady America." Kriss gazed over at America for a moment before speaking once more. "You know, I saw Prince Maxon leaving your room this morning." Kriss stated this so matter-of-factly that one could have sworn that she was talking about the weather. America stumbled in her stride but quickly recovered, swallowing hard as the color drained from her face. "Oh? I don't know what you're talking about, Lady Kriss." America tried to cover, looking at her companion with a look of feigned confusion. Kriss looked smugly at America before continuing. "We all know that he was in your room last night, America, so don't play so dumb, Elise told us. You can only pretend to not be breaking the law with him for so long, and when he sends you home, you'll be treated like the trash that you truly are." Kriss narrowed her eyes ever so slightly at America before letting a smile light up her face. Kriss set a hand on America's shoulder before chipperly saying, "Why don't you just enjoy the rest of the day here, hmm? After all, I'm sure it's going to be your last day." With that, Kriss skipped into the Ladies Room, seating herself next to Elise as she began a conversation about trivial things that did not interest America in the slightest.

America's lips formed into a tight line as she sat down in an empty chair, crossing her legs tightly as she gripped the arms of the chair with all of her might. She was absolutely filled with rage, especially considering none of the girls could seem to keep their mouths shut about business that was not theirs. So what? Maxon had stayed the night. Was it really that much of a big deal? No, not to America at least, and not to Maxon either. She could even argue that the Queen didn't see it as a big deal since she had walked in on the two napping together. America's stomach turned at the thought, despite being comforted by Maxon that everything was going to be alright and that his mother adored her, which was true. Queen Amberly had told America that she adored her and was pulling for her to win, and that she, essentially, had already won since she had won Maxon's heart. America smiled to herself curtly at that, knowing that no matter what the other girls in the Selection had to say, that she had already won. America loosened her grip on the poor chair, rolling her eyes as Celeste sauntered in, late as usual. Really, could she never be on time, or did she just think that she could be "fashionably late" to everything? America snapped out of her daze and daydream as Sylvia spoke up, her eyes scanning the room.

"Ladies, as we all know, the Report is on tonight." Sylvia began, her eyes locking with America's as she continued to speak. "Due to a mishap from Lady America last week," All eyes were on America, who surprisingly kept her cool and her composure, ignoring the four sets of eyeballs on her. "We have come up with a script for you ladies for the show tonight, to ensure that there will be nothing that could be incriminating to anyone involved." Sylvia's voice was sympathetic towards America, but also annoyed at the fact that the girls would have scripts to memorize and read off of as they were interviewed. "The script is based off of the questions that Gavril will be asking you tonight, an we have made sure that they would sound exactly like you girls." Sylvia completed with a small smile, walking around the room and handing the girls their scripts. 'Except for me.' America thought darkly to herself, scanning the three paged scripted that she was just handed. Her stomach dropped. The scripts also had the order in which the girls would go on air, and, of course, America was first. It wasn't bad enough that she had to go first, but the first thing that she had to do was apologize publicly for her irrational, erratic, uncontrollable behavior.

A look of annoyance crossed America's face as she continued to read down her list, tuning what Sylvia was saying out as she focused. Of course she would have to take back everything she said and claim that she just wasn't feeling well. America shook her head in annoyance. So, she was supposed to convince everyone that she decided that the country needed change because she was feeling too pressured? That was a load of horseshit and America had the faith and the common sense to believe that the people of Illea would see right through their lies. America snapped out of her daydream as she looked up, her eyes locking with a very concerned Sylvia. America scanned the room, only to realize that she was the only one that was left. Sylvia bent down to be at America's level, placing a hand on her knee. "America, I know that you probably hate this." Sylvia began, her eyes pleading with the young woman in front of her. "But know that for now, this is what you need to do in order to be back in the competition. The Royal Family isn't too pleased with you at the moment because of your outburst and because of all of the rebellions going on in the lower castes." Sylvia said softly. "America, this needs to be kept a secret. The Palace is trying to keep the rebellions under wraps. The people think that you're telling them that they need to fight for change now, and right now, the country cannot handle it. You have a wonderful idea, and I wish that you had talked to me about it before you went on stage and acted how you did." Sylvia was sad and slightly hurt that the redhead didn't go to her for her help, but she knew that there had to be a reason. "America, I think that right now, though it's going to be unpleasant, you should just do what the Palace wants you to do and keep quiet. Just hang on until after tonight, then everything will get better for you, okay?" Sylvia said with a small smile, earning a confused nod from America. Never would have America guessed that she had Sylvia on her side, but she was certainly glad that she did. America excused herself politely and made her way to her room, determined to practice her script and forget about what Kriss had said. America had already won Maxon, but she was certainly not through fighting.

[MAXON AND QUEEN AMBERLY]

Maxon's eyes widened in both disbelief and terror, his mouth agape as he stared at his mother. Could it be true? Could his mother have really been in cahoots with the rebels this entire time?! Maxon shook his head and ran a hand through his shaggy hair. "No, Mother, what you're saying simply cannot be true." He spoke with urgency, as if pleading his mother to take back what she had just said, but to no avail. Maxon felt his heart shatter when Queen Amberly shook her head at Maxon and continued on with her story. "I'm afraid that I am deathly serious, Maxon. I have known what the rebels have been up to since they started invading the palace. I know that I have put you and the girls, as well as everyone in the palace at risk, but I needed for it to look like I was as clueless as everyone else." The Queen continued rather sadly, her eyes begging her son for forgiveness. Maxon nodded solemnly, unsure of if he could speak, the Queen continued. "Maxon, you know more than almost I do how horrible your father is, and I think that it is about time that his tyranny ended." Maxon's eyes widened and he went to speak, but his mother raised her hand at him, willing him to let her finish and Maxon complied. "Maxon, they are planning one last attack, one final attack to rid Illea of your father, do you understand? From that moment on, all of the pressure for the Selection to end will be on, okay? I can only rule alone for so long, Maxon. I know that this is not fair to you, nor is it to America, whom I know you wish to be your Queen, but it is now or never." The Queen paused briefly, watching as the color drained out of Maxon's face and he nodded weakly.

"Do not worry, Maxon, please. I have this all under control. With your father gone, we can finally have Illea be what we have always imagined it to be. Free, beautiful, with happy people. There will be no poverty and no more hunger in the lower castes. It will take time, but now we can start implementing better schooling and better care for our people. I will help you every step of the way. I have two months after your fathers impending death to rule alone, and in that time frame you will be wed, sent off to a two week honeymoon, and you and America will have your Coronation. I will still have a large amount of control the ten months after you are crowned King, but only to help you as I can. I know that your father did not properly train you to be King, but without the Rebels, there will be no war within our own country. You will also be surprised to know that the Rebels are actually smart, good people that want the same as we do for Illea. The Rebel leader and I actually grew up together." Queen Amberly said fondly, a small smile grazing her face. "Now, Maxon. I know that this is a lot to have to take in and I know that you have some questions for me, but I fear those will have to wait. The report isn't for a few more hours, but you look like you could use some more rest, hmm, sweetie? I know that you are making an elimination tonight, and I want you to think about your choice. I'll have someone wake you to get ready for the Report and bring your dinner up to your room. Now, my sweet Maxon, go up to your room and rest, and think of any questions that you could have for me, alright?"

Amberly spoke with a tired expression, her heart still aching from what was about to happen. Maxon nodded solemnly and stood up with his mother, walking with her to the door. He placed a kiss on his mothers cheek gingerly and smiled at his mother a said smile, his eyes heavy with sleep. "Yes, Mother, whatever you say. I will either said Celeste or Elise home, tonight, I'm not too sure at the moment." Maxon stated, earning a nod of approval from his mother. "Oh, and mother? When is this attack going to happen?" He asked, somewhat hesitant. Amberly frowned slightly and kissed Maxon on the forehead lovingly, embracing him tightly before letting him go. "We have tonight to prepare, Maxon. Tomorrow, your father, King Clarkson, will die in a rebel attack." Maxon nodded quickly, giving his mother another kiss on the cheek before exiting her study and heading towards his room. Maxon's mind was swarming with questions and with the information that he had just received, but it didn't make sense to him. He entered his room hurriedly and threw himself down on his bed.

Tomorrow, his father would die and he would be the King of Illea. Tomorrow, everything was going to change. With his mind heavy, Maxon happily let the blackness takeover.

BUM. BUM. BUM. Did ya see it coming?! I don't knooow! Haha. So, this is totally cool. I'm thinking either Thanksgiving or Christmas is upon them since Marlee's caning would have happened somewhat recently, so, yay! Also, uhm. HOW DO YOU WANT TO SEE CLARKSON DIE? I am totally open to ideas. I love you guys! And this might be the last time I update this week if I don't have a chance to do so tomorrow, 11/06. I hope that y'all enjoy! Leave me lots of pretty reviews and things that YOU want to see happen! I love y'all! 3