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Chapter Twenty Five

"America, darling you must wake up now?." A soft voice whispers in my ear. I groan and try to roll over on my side, but strong arms are wrapped around my waist keeping me where I am. A kiss is placed on my sensitive spot right below my ear. This makes my eyes flutter open to look at Maxon He smiles down at me with such warmth I immediately perk up.

"Can't we just stay in bed all day?" I groan, sitting up next to him and cuddling into his arms. Maxon laughs and kisses the top off my head.

"I wish, sweetheart, but I have meetings to attend and I believe Princess Amelia wants to spend some time with you in my absence. I also believe she will be bringing her brother along as well." Maxon says and I try to hear a trace of anger or jealousy over Mason, but Maxon Is good at hiding his emotions.

"Are you alright with that?" I ask, looking up at him, and kissing his cheek. Maxon gives me a smile, but I can see the struggle in it.

"Why wouldn't I be?" he asks, kissing my forehead in return.

"Most men don't like it when their fiancee hangs out with her ex-fiancee." I say as my hand reaches up to stroke his cheek. "I don't want to do anything to upset you."

"Ames, you have a right to spend time with your friends. As much as I don't like the fact that you and Mason were together at one point does not give me the right to control your life. I love you enough to trust you, America." He says before giving me a breath taking kiss. After we pull away Maxon's forehead is pressed up against mine, and our breathing is heavy.

"I love you to." I say "and Mason isn't a threat to you anymore. I love you and only you so you don't have a reason to feel any jealousy. The only way I will ever go back is it you mess up to bad." I tease, and Maxon laughs.

"Trust me I think I learned my lesson with that." Maxon sits back up and I notice that he is fully dressed in his normal suit and tie. I start to pout

"Do you really have to go?" I ask, leaning into him. Maxon sighs and kisses the top of my head.

"I'm sorry, darling, but I really need to go to these meetings today. I left early yesterday so I could come see you." Maxon's voice is soft, and comforting. I don't know why, but the events from last night suddenly all come back to me. I remember the nightmare, and Maxon waking me up. Tears start to well up in my eyes. Maxon's arms tighten around me, and I know his face must be scrunched up in worry. "What wrong, my love?" Maxon asks, holding me to his chest.

"I-I don't know what happened last night. I just remember having a nightmare and you coming to get me." I say, trying to control my tears. Maxon uses his thumb to stop some of my tears.

"It's alright, angel. You just had a nightmare, and to be honest I expected it. What the rebels did to you was beyond evil. That will scar you for life, and trust me when I say they knew exactly what they were doing. Don't let them get to your brain, America, because thats how it started, and as they ready me for the day I realize how much I have missed the time with my maids. During The Selection we had so much fun when they got me ready. To be honest I truly believe they are what got me threw the competition. I don't know where I would be right now without them.

When my maids are done working their magic I am dressed in a sapphire blue day dress, pared with silver heels that I can actually walk in. My make-up is light and natural, and my hair is curled, but with a headband braid at the top. I look amazing.

"You girls are miracle workers." I say as I run my fingers softly over the braid. Lucy smiles at me and gives me another hug.

"We are glad you are back, Lady America." I hug her back and just as I am slinging my bag over my shoulder I hear the shrill siren erupt threw the palace. I freeze up recognizing the tone immediately. I remember what happened last time, and a small shriek comes from my mouth. My maids are pulling on me trying to get me to move, but I just can't.

"Lady America come on we have to go!" Anne says, desperation thick in her voice. I finally snap out of it, and move quickly to my door. I open it, and run out at the exact wrong time. Hundreds of people are running around the hallway. Gunshots come from every direction, and I am frozen right in the middle of it all. I do something completely irrational, and run out of Maxon's room trying to find a safe room. I don't get three feet before something grabs me from behind, and I kick and scream and thrash, but nothing works. A slimy voice whispers in my ear.

"Princess America is it? I think you better come with me."

So sorry for not updating in two days school has been completely INSANE these past few days. Between school and dance everything is out of control. Anyways, so sorry about the cliffhanger. I hope you all like this, no I have to get some sleep because I have EIGHT tests tomorrow. I got this chapter done ASAP for you. There are going to be at least 30 chapters in this story, I've decided. Thanks for reading!

Q&A

Do I hate It when someone wear's the same thing as me: No, not at all.

Whats my favorite character in The Mortal Instruments and The Infernal Devices: TMI: Jace TID: Magnes/Jem

What is my favorite place to shop in NYC: Macy's, Aeropostle, Hollister, Barnes and Noble, Disney Store, HERSHY'S Store, I get my make-up at the MAC store in Times Square.

What type of dance do I do: Lyrical, Jazz, Contemporary, Musical Theatre, Ballet

Have I read Percy Jackson: The first book, and I didn't like it!

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