About the last chapter, Maxon probably didn't go through with the Lego ban.
Photo #29: She's Most Vulnerable When
If there's anything that excites Eadlyn, it's the power a woman has. In this new day and age, women have much more rights and privileges in society. Not to mention the obvious, she's going to be the first female successor of the throne. That thought makes her happy, but what really brightens the smile on her face is the next photo.
It shows her mother sitting back, relaxing. Her red hair is resting on her shoulders as she lies down. To sum it all up, she's comfortable. Her mother's face is covered in some kind of green slime with cucumbers on her eyes and her hands fanned out with a fresh manicure drying. Eadlyn knows that as she looks at this photo, she still thinks of her mom as the most powerful woman she know. It is said that women are most vulnerable only when their nails are drying, but even then they can still pull the trigger.
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"Isn't this relaxing?" Marlee asks America, rubbing her shoulders.
America responds in a relaxed noise. Marlee smiles as she opens a lotion scented like rose water, making the whole room smell as pleasant. America breathes in and out and she never thought that something as simple as breathing could be so calming to the soul, but it is right now.
Marlee begins putting a green face mask on America. Its cool feeling tingles against her warm skin and America smirks a little at the new sensation.
"You deserve a day of relaxation," Lucy says, finishing off America's manicure. "You do too much with not enough rest."
"I really don't," America says just out of modesty. She really doesn't mind the nice treatment.
"Of course you do," Marlee chimes, putting cucumbers on America's eyes. "You work too much and nobody likes a stressed-out Queen. A little relaxation never hurt anyone."
America wants to smile, but the mask is slowly hardening on her face which prevents her from moving her face even the slightest. Lucy moisturizers her hands as Marlee tends her hair. The Queen of Illéa deserved this day of pampering and spoiling.
"Lucy, come with me and get some towels," Marlee says.
The two ladies quietly leave the room, leaving America to lie down on a beach chair in pure and wanted silence. America takes slow breaths as she feels the soft sunshine from the half-closed window warming up her face. This is what America needed: she just needed a day. The country will still be there and she can return to her throne with clear skin and a fresh manicure.
She hears the door open again and footsteps coming in. She assumes it to be Marlee and Lucy back with the towels. America feels hands massaging her shoulders again and munching on the bowl of cucumbers that was sitting on a nearby table. If America could, she would furrow her eyebrows since something doesn't feel right about this whole situation. The grip Marlee has on her shoulders is far too strong for her little dainty hands.
America removes the cucumbers from her eyes and sees Maxon giving her the massage with his camera hanging from his neck (knowing that he definitely took a picture of her with her face mask). America straightens her posture and then sees Carter sitting by her, eating the cucumbers. Carter gives her a goofy smile and if her face wasn't stiff, she would smile back. Maxon kisses the top of her head and continues to rub the knots out of her joints.
"Looking beautiful, my Queen," Carter says.
America wants to narrow her eyes because she knows that she's covered in green goop and he'/ most likely being sarcastic. Carter continues munching on cucumbers.
"I should get a day off," Maxon says, looking up. "I deserve one."
"America can be pampered and still rule the country," Carter says to Maxon. "You, I'm not so sure about."
"Of course she can. She's my powerful queen," Maxon adds, ignoring the last part of what Carter said. "Even though women are most vulnerable when their nails are drying, they can still dictate laws."
Maxon puts his hands on America's shoulders and looks at her bright blue eyes poking out of the darkened green mask. If her face wasn't so stiff, she would smile.
Thank god it's my Thanksgiving weekend.
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