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No one had seen King Clarkson since the tour. He had made no appearance. I assumed he must still be recovering, but he must be getting better. Right?

Maxon and I were walking around the grounds as we usually do and chatting about nothings like we always do. It was getting colder and colder, so my maids had made sure to keep me wrapped up in different fabrics and furs.

"Please, sit." Maxon said when we reached our usual bench. So, I took a seat and he sat right next to me. "Well for the past week, I have been speaking with my mother quite a bit." Maxon says a little hesitantly.

"Yes, I remember you saying that you were going to see her." That reminds me of his date with Kriss, but I don't mention it.

Maxon nods. "Well, I spent time with her talking about the One, who I will choose." I nod intently as he takes my hand. "I know who I want. I think I've known from the beginning, but now I'm sure. I want you, America. You're the only One."

I squeeze Maxon's hand affectionately. "And how does this relate to your mother?"

"Well, I was asking her for permission and, of course, she approved. But, the thing is…" Maxon stopped and seemed to consider the alternatives. "My father was released from the hospital wing, yesterday. He's back in action. America, you have to know by now he will not accept my choice in marrying you."

I look down. I tried so hard on that tour, didn't I do anything right?

"What are we going to do?" I ask.

"I don't know. But he has to know I will not accept marrying any other woman." The comment is small comfort, but I release a smile to make him feel better. "We'll figure something out." Maxon cups my cheek and gives me a reassuring smile.

Then, he gently kisses my lips. And as if on cue, a light snow begins to fall around us. I can feel the tiny snowflakes rest onto my hands and shoulders, giving me chills, but Maxon's warmth takes over my body.

Later, at dinner, we are all surprised to see that King Clarkson has made a special appearance.

"I apologize for being unable to become present during meals and other activities, but due to previous rebel attacks I have been forced to reorganize the province assembly as well as other matters. Now, on Saturday, the mayors from each province shall be visiting the palace, as it is a much safer position to hold such an important meeting. The mayors shall stay for that day until Monday, where they will leave that night. And unfortunately, I will not be joining you all for dinner as last minute preparations are needed." And as quickly as he came, he was gone. But I did notice the limp in his step.

The next day was Friday. We had the Report that night and preparations for the mayors that evening.

But, that morning, Elise, Kriss, Celeste and I were busying ourselves in the Women's Room when Silvia came in with 'important information'.

"Ladies, I bet you all are wondering when your next assignment will be!" she somehow squeaks. "Well due to our busy weekend ahead of us and recent situations we have extended the assignment until the top three are chosen. No one is sure when that will be, but it could be very soon, so be prepared." Silvia explains before click-clacking her way out.

The four of us couldn't help but wonder and think about what the assignment could be.

"Maybe we have to write a report." Kriss suggested.

"Don't be ridiculous. A report? This isn't school, Kriss. What would we write a report on anyway, how much we love Maxon?" Celeste countered.

"Well, you never know. A queen has to write reports on things, you know Celeste. They aren't just for looking pretty." Kriss shot back.

Everyone went silent. No one would expect Kriss to have a go at Celeste in any way, but there was living proof of it. I wish I had one of Maxon's cameras so I could capture Celeste's face. Her expression was so shocked, but so livid at the same time. Then, her face became red and she held her arm up like she was about to strike Kriss.

"That may have sounded like a mean comment, but take it as a compliment, Celeste," I say, standing up to leave. "She just called you pretty." I walked out before I could hear or see anything else, but I heard no screams so I assumed Celeste had cooled off.

Before the Elite, Silvia and the Queen went to get ready for the Report we had decorated the Great Hall for the Mayor's arrivals tomorrow. The decorations weren't as spectacular as past decorations we have had for other events, but it was only a meeting so it didn't matter. It was all very simple and bland, but I doubted the mayor's would see much of it anyway.

And soon, we were seated on the set of the Report. Gavril Fadaye was talking about all the latest palace happenings, including the mayor's arrival.

I found it odd that Gavril had spoken about it on television. Rebels watching could easily see this as an advantage to strike again. I just hoped they wouldn't.

My maids were buzzing around me as they prepared me for bed, but I only half listened. I was in a daydream of peaceful thoughts, for once.

I was Maxon's One.