Finally I was able to find time to make another chapter! Lot of stuff going on, I really don't know when I'll be able to post another one.

Anyway hope you like this chapter! You guys are probably thinking " I knew it! My predictions were right!" /:) lol Please review! :D

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-America's POV-

Two weeks. Ever since that night, Maxon never came back to my room. If ever we would come across each other he'd greet me like how he would to everyone else while I would force myself to act normally. 'Is it that easy for him to move on?' I thought. 'No. Of course not. How could you think like that, America? We're just pretty much in the same position. It's a matter of who could put on a better mask.' I looked up at the ceiling fan and watched it spin. I was about to drift into another world when someone came knocking at the door.

"Lady America, it's Anne. I brought breakfast for you." Anne said through the door. I stood up from my bed and went to upon the door for her. She came in with a big tray of food in her hands and laid it on my study stable. "You haven't been eating well ever since you came back here. Did you know how thin you've become?! Every time we would tailor a dress for you, you'd measure less and less each time. I know I'm in no position, Miss, but we're just really worried of you." Anne explained, looking down.

I felt guilty. I should at least take care of my health for these girls. I let out a sigh and looked at the tray of food. "Ok, I'll eat." I smiled. She looked at me skeptically. "—And try to finish all of these" I laughed.

"That's good news! I thought you were going to be stubborn." She chuckled. I rolled my eyes playfully and grabbed the fork diving into the scrambled eggs. I looked at Anne, who looked really adorable as she anticipated for me to take a bite. As soon as I placed the scramble egged in my mouth, I wanted to vomit it out. I was never picky with food, and I never really had problems with eggs but this was different. It tasted horrible in ways I can't explain. I ran to the bathroom and threw it all up.

"Are you alright?" Anne came running, worry plastered all over her face. "Is—is there something wrong with the food?"

"I—I don't know" I said weakly. "Can you check the scrambled eggs for me, Anne?"

She nodded and went quickly to the tray and grabbed an unused fork. I watched her as she took a bite. She looked at me in confusion. "There's nothing wrong with it, Lady America."

"Really?" I asked.

"Really." She replied. "Do you want me to get you a doctor?"

I shook my head. I don't ever want to see a doctor in my whole life, much more a hospital. "No. I'm ok. Maybe it's because I've not been eating for a while. But seriously, I'm really ok." I flexed my arms, trying to lighten the mood but Anne was still not convinced.

"If you're sure… Do you want me to get you something else?" She asked.

I shook my head again. "Oh no. That's a waste of food. I'll just eat this. Don't worry. Maybe what happened earlier was a glitch." I laughed but she didn't. I let out a sigh and looked at her. "I'm really ok. I promise I'll try eating all of this. Just try though." I smiled. "You should go back to your other duties, I've been holding you back for some time already."

"Oh no, Lady America. You are our priority, we're your maids remember?" She replied.

"Don't say that." I said aloud. "You, girls, are my friends."

She smiled at me. "We know, miss."

I stretched my body just to show I was fine already. "Anyway." I said in a singsong manner. "You should really go. I think it will help me concentrate in eating if I'm alone."

She finally gave in and nodded. "Actually I have quite a lot of things to do, today." She confessed.

"Go then." I gave her a smile of encouragement.

"Thank you, miss." She replied, smiling also. She looked at the tray of food as if pondering. "Are you sure you don't want me to replace the food?"

"I'm sure."

She nodded slowly, still somewhat unconvinced and gave me one last wave of good bye before heading out. When I was finally alone I want closer to the tray of food, and stared into the scrambled eggs. "Not going to eat that though." I murmured. I looked at the other food in the tray; there were some bread, fruits and nuts, but when I came across to the sight of pork sausages, I felt nausea and repulse. I felt like hurling all over again. I brought my hand to my mouth, trying to contain whatever it is I was about to do and ran to the bathroom again to do it there.

I washed my face and looked at the mirror. My face was very pale and I felt really horrible. 'What is happening to me?' I thought and then it dawned to me. I quickly counted the days that have passed since I last had my period. I was delayed, for a MONTH. 'How could I not have noticed that!' I screamed internally. It explained everything. Why sometimes I felt dizzy all of a sudden. Why there were days that I felt too sick to even leave the room. Why I changed moods quickly.

The fact is, I was pregnant; have been pregnant for more than a month, if I counted it right. "How could this have happened? It's impossible, Dr. Matthew said..." I said shakily. No. 'It wasn't not possible. He said to me the chances were slim to none but it's not impossible.'

I collapse to the side of the sink. 'We did it a lot after we did it the first time.' I blushed furiously by the thought of the number of times we did it.

"No wonder I got pregnant." I laughed shakily. 'America, how could you find humour in such a situation?' But it was just ridiculous how I ended up pregnant. 'Well Maxon was pretty much to blame, with all his mischievous room visits and man urges.' I thought.

Maxon. I closed my eyes as I tried to contain whatever emotions were playing on me right now. He can't know. Not ever. If I told him about this, his resolve may crumble. I can't do that, not when we were finally able to let go. Not when I put him through such pains.

"Who am I kidding? I'm doing this for me." I whispered. It wasn't about him. I want to keep this baby. If he knew about it, he would protest against it and may be—he might force me to get rid of it. I can't. I just can't. I know I'm being stupidly selfish right now but how can I get rid of something that I saw as a blessing; a gift? Something that was conceived out of love? I want to take all risks even though the odds were pretty much against me.

It's dangerous. I know. Dr. Matthew said I couldn't; that pregnancy was almost impossible and that I would most likely die from giving birth. Everything was against me but maybe I could hope, just like how I got pregnant, maybe it was possible. Maybe I might be able to fight against all odds. I smiled to myself, my resolve more firm as ever. I stood up and went back to my bedroom. I picked up the tray of food.

"No use of keeping this if I won't be able to eat it." I sighed. "I'll just ask for something simpler and with less grease." I started walking towards the door when I stumbled on a rug and dropped the tray I was holding. Everything shattered. Not a single glassware unbroken.

"How can I be this clumsy?" I mumbled to myself as I picked up the pieces. When everything was placed in the tray again, I headed to the kitchen and placed the tray on the table. Anne was there helping preparing lunch. She looked at me, her eyes wide.

"What happened here?!" She ran towards me, wiping her hands on her apron.

"Uhmm… I dropped it because of my clumsiness." I explained shamefully. She checked me out as if I was the broken glassware. "I'm ok. I'm sure."

"You said that earlier and look what happened." She sighed.

"Hey, I just accidentally dropped it!" I said in defense.

"What would, Prince Maxon, do to me if something happens to you?!" Her eyes grew wide in exclamation, as if Maxon would do something horrendous to her.

Maxon. He mustn't know. "Please don't tell him about this and what happened earlier." I pleaded.

"Why not, Miss?" She questioned, her brows furrowed down.

"I don't want him to worry. He has already too much to handle with all the running-the-whole-country thing. I don't want to add up to his burdens." I said. And I really meant it this time.

"You won't be. He'd never think of you as a burden." She said, placing a hand on top of mine.

I looked straight at her, my eyes pleading. "Just this once. Please?" I said, softly, almost like child.

She let out a sigh and nodded. "I still think we should tell him though."

I smiled and went to hug her. "Thank you so much."

"Anything for you, Miss." She said as she hugged me back.

I moved backwards so that I was facing her. "Actually, I do have a favour to ask… if it's not too much."

"What is it?"

"Uhm… Can you have someone from the outside tell Georgia that I need to talk to her? Do you know anyone who can do that?" I asked, hopefully.

She was quiet for a while, thinking deeply. She looked at me and smiled. "I know someone."

I squeezed her hands. "Thank you so much. How can I ever repay you?"

"Well, for starters you can start by eating." She chuckled. "Tell me what you want."

"How is that repaying you?" I said, puzzled.

"It will!" She laughed. "You don't know how stressed me, Mary and Lucy were because you didn't eat properly."

"Sorry." I said guiltily.

She waved her hands. "Nonsense. Just tell me what you want and I'll make it for you."

I pondered, thinking about what I was craving for. "Oh!" I exclaimed, all giddy all of a sudden. "I want strawberry tarts! Can you add some honey and chocolate on top and then powder it with some sugar." My eyes were sparkling by the thought of it.

Anne looked at me in astonishment. "Are you sure you're ok, Miss?"

I rolled my eyes and chuckled. "A 100 percent sure."

"Ok, this might take a while though. I'll just go bring it to your room. Is that ok?"

"It's ok." I smiled and gave her a wave of goodbye before finally going.

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"I came here as soon as I heard you were looking for me." Georgia said, closing the door of my room.

"Does Maxon know you're here?" I asked.

"No. Not even the palace guards." She replied. I gave out a sigh of relief and slumped myself on to the bed. "So why did you call for me?"

I'm no longer going to beat around the bush. I'm tired of it. "I'm pregnant, Georgia."

She froze for a while and then confusion started to plaster all ever her place. "But you told me… how?"

"You know how." I blushed furiously and so did she afterwards.

"That's not what I was asking, you know!" She defended.

I chuckled "I know but I just don't know how to answer that. I'm just oblivious as you are."

We were quiet for a while before she spoke again. "Did you tell Maxon about this?"

"No!" I said quickly, almost like a shout.

"Why not?" She asked, confused.

"He won't want it." I explained.

She shook her head, and looked at me as if stating the obvious. "America, you know how dangerous pregnancy is for you. Of course, he wouldn't want it. If I was in his position. I would feel the same way."

"I know but I still want to keep it." I said sadly.

"But you can't, America. That's suicide." She said, sitting beside me.

"I know but I can't do that, Georgia. This baby, I want to keep it. Even if the chances where none. I just can't. This baby, I want to fight for him or her. I want to give this baby a chance. Please understand." I said meaningfully.

She shook her head. "No, America. This is wrong. I know where you're coming from, but this is just not right."

"What is right, then? Abort the baby so that I could live? Is that what's right?" My eyes started to water.

She looked at me, pleading me to understand but I didn't want to. "You both won't live if you decided to keep it anyways." She explained.

I shook my head. "No no no. You don't know that! I got pregnant when the doctor said the chances were slim. May be, just maybe I might live it through. Don' you think?"

"I don't know, America."

"I'm not asking you anymore to think the same, I just want you to help. Just this once." I pleaded, tears falling down my face.

She gave me a shrug of defeat and looked straight at me. "How can I help you?"

"I can't stay here any longer. People would notice. Maxon would notice." I explained. "I need to move out of here as soon as possible. Hopefully without Maxon, knowing."

"How can you do that to him?" her voice filled with disappointment. "Can't he at least know you're going?"

I shook my head. "He'll ask. He'll know. He always does."

-Maxon's POV-

"What do you mean she left?" I chocked. "Why didn't I know about this? Tell me!" I shouted at one of the guards.

"Sir, we are deeply sorry, we thought you knew. She left early in the morning. Her mentor, Miss Georgia, said that all of America's papers were finalized and that she will finally assume the position of representative." A guard said, monotonously.

"We really thought you knew." Another guard agreed.

"But I didn't!" I shouted furiously. "How can these kinds of important matters go about in the palace without me knowing?!"

The guards kept quiet, while I was still very much shaking from anger. "Get out." I said shakily and then looked at them, one by one. "Get out." I said more firmly, gritting my teeth. And so they did.

I collapsed onto the office chair. Tears finally streaming down my face. "I wasn't even able to say good bye." I chocked. How can she do this? She should have at least told me.