Helloooooo everyone! Merry Christmas and happy new year! This is the last update of 2017! I'm not sure whether to be happy or sad about that! Get ready for the craziest chapter yet! Here are my responses to your reviews! (Please go read my wattpad story INFINITE KING ) I will love you endlessly)

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Last chap recap:

Maxon then stepped forward so he was looking me straight in the face.

He then dropped to one knee and pulled a box out of his pocket.

(America POV)

I looked down at where Maxon kneeled I front of me, my eyes wide, jaw dropped.

"America," His chocolate brown eyes held me with the same intensity he had before, "Ever since the first moment I saw you I knew you were the one."

The room was silent and still apart from some of the other selected crying and Gerta slipping out of the room giving a nod to one of the guards. My eyes narrowed the slightest at her retreating body before they softened was I looked back down at Maxon.

I love you," he said simply. "I should have told you a long time ago. Maybe we could have avoided so many stupid mistakes if I had. Then again," he added, beginning to smile, "sometimes I think it was all those obstacles that made me love you so deeply."

Tears pooled in the corners of my balancing on my lashes.

"I know I should of proposed at the Halloween party, if I did, everything would be so much more simple. But this would have to do. From your crazy personality to your wild red hair, it just proves to me how much I adore you and how much I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

He looked down and pulled a box out of his pocket and opened it to reveal a stunning ring with two diamonds nestled inside a infinity shape.

"America, my dearest America, would you do me the honer of becoming my wife?"

I smiled, blinking away tears and I opened my mouth.

"Ye-"

I was cut off by a gunshot followed by screams then the rebel alarm. Maxon stood up and frenziedly shuffled over to shield my body.

My shaking hand found his and we stared as many guards stepped forward and wrapped a red fabric around their heads.

"Maxon . . ."

"We need to go." He whispered to me. "Now."

Hands still linked, we raced to the door, quickstepping past crowds of people, my heart beating out of my chest and my breath laboured. I'll admit it, these rebel attacks had scarred me. Permanently.

I release my hand from Maxon's and kicked off my heels. If we were to survive we had to move faster.

Just as we reached the door I heard someone behind me, "Not so fast, princess." Someone hissed behind me. I flung my body around to see dead bodies of selected and guests, then a gun barrel pointed at my head.

Kriss.

"Kriss, what are you doing?" Maxon roared, stepping in front of me again. I pushed him aside and looked him in the eyes as if to say that I could deal with this.

"Aw, look! America's being independent for once!" Kriss sneered, the barrel still aimed at my head.

"Kriss, put the gun down."I growled, pushing the fear I felt as far back into the darkest parts of my brain.

She smiled pulling the gun towards her body and stalking around us. I twisted myself wherever she moved.

I will not be afraid.

"You know, I wouldn't have to do this if you didn't spike my drink America."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me, princess. The only reason I kissed that guard is because of you. My entire life was ruined because of you. So now . . . I'm going to ruin yours."

"Kriss I never spiked your drink."

"Yes you did!" She shrieked, her body trembling with the intensity of her outburst. "And now your going to die for what you did to me."

She raised the gun and I turned around to run to find two huge men who lifted me and forced me towards Kriss, two more doing the same to Maxon.

Maxon pushed against the rebels beside me, "NO, KRISS, PLEASE! I'LL DO ANYTHING!"

I didn't struggle against the rebels. I didn't move. I couldn't. My time was up. Over. But I wasn't to go down pleading for my life.

I looked Kriss in the eyes and a sickly smile spread across my face, "Have fun in that hell hole you dug yourself into." I purred.

Kriss stepped forward, the cold tip of the gun pressing hard against my forehead. I didn't dare close my eyes.

"Goodbye, princess."

"STOP!" I heard something, someone, scream across the room.

Kriss thrust her body around and I cocked my head around her body to see.

Celeste stood there. Tall and strong.

"Stop." She breathed, loud enough for us to hear.

Kriss slithered over to where Celeste stood, gun still in hand.

"What do you want?" Kriss grunted, pure fury building up in her stance.

"I came to tell you the truth."

"Of what?"

"Of who spiked your drink."

Kriss was still for a moment before looking back at me then back at Celeste.

"Can't you see I've already figured out the truth?" Kriss grumbled, point the gun once more at me – I forced myself not to finch at the gesture.

"It's not."

"And how do you know that?"

"Because I spiked the drink that night, meaning for America to drink. But instead you were stupid enough to."

My eyes widened and I looked at Maxon next to me whose eyes were as surprised as mine.

Sometimes, I wonder why you have to load a gun when one shot of a gun can do so much.

Celeste's body crumpled to the ground and the gunshot echoed around the ballroom.

"CELESTE!" I screamed, for the first time struggling against the rebels grip. "Kriss, what is wrong with you?"

She laughed and spun around on her heel, "A lot." She chirped, strutting over to us again. "But don't think Celeste's little confession is going to stop me from killing you."

She lifted her weapon, "Let's try this again. What did I say last time?" She looked away briefly before a rebel behind me answered her.

"Goodbye, Princess." He gurgled.

She smiled up at him, "Oh, yes. That's right."

I pressed my lips into a thin line and squeezed my eyes shut so a single tear slid down my cheek.

"Goodbye, Princess."

Then a gunshot. Multiple, actually.

I never wondered what it felt like to be dead. Surprisingly, it didn't feel any different to real life. But something was different, I felt floaty, weird.

I opened my eyes to no pressure on my body and Kriss's body crumpled on the ground and the Queen breathing hard and holding a gun a few feet behind Kriss and Celeste's body. She then raced over to me any Maxon and pulled us into a hug.

She released us and I looked behind me to see Lucy and Aspen also holding guns which probably took down the huge rebels holding us down.

I then looked over at Maxon, whose face was blotchy and red arms open wide.

I ran into them, ran into the place I felt safest in.

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(Gerta POV in third person perspective because why not?)

Everything was going according to plan perfectly. All Gerta had to do now was to plant the murder weapon of Holland's in America's room.

Gerta gripped the bloody knife in her hand and strutted over the dead bodies of people she couldn't recognise to the future princesses room.

She pushed open the door with her foot which was layered with blood of others she helped her friends to kill.

The assassin smiled at her own deviousness, a sickly act that she was to commit. That bitch couldn't talk her way out of this one. Out of murder. The prince would be done with her in seconds – need someone to catch him when he falls out of love . . . she'll be the one catch him.

Then the one to kill him.

I apologise for the short chapter...buuuuut wow! So much can happen in such a small chapter! AND WE HAVE ALMOST REACH 200 REVIEWS! OMFG! THAT IS SO AMAZING! You all have helped me through so much and even I don't know you I LOVE YOU REGARDLESS! Aways, pleaseeeee review and have a fantastic rest of the year!

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