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Hey guys, the POV changes a lot in this chapter but it gets around to a lot of points I wanted to make. Thanks for reading lovelies,
Ashley POV
"Are we clear?"
I narrowed my eyes at her and nodded once. She was going to pay for that. She was going to pay so much. I couldn't fight back, not physically at least considering she was the future princess of this country in a matter of days. She said I had to leave, but I wouldn't. I would pretend to leave. She retrieved three guards and sent them here to watch me. To make sure I didn't escape. But I would. And I did.
Maxon's POV
I saw America curled up on the window sill of the library. I began walking over to her and I noticed that the glass pane was wet from tears. "America what's wrong?" I asked, still walking. She turned her head to look at me, showing me the lines of black makeup down her cheeks.
"Should of worn water proof." She said with a humorless smile. She burst out into tears again and I sat down next to her. She moved herself in a swift motion to where she was laying down in my arms. I hugged her and let her cry into my shirt. I knew there would be black stains but I couldn't care less. "She kissed him." She finally said. Her crying had cleared up a bit as she said, "I saw them kiss and he told me she kissed him and she was in his room when he got there. That he didn't do it. He pushed her back the second she kissed him. But I don't believe it because he said he would send her away but he clearly hasn't done anything. I saw her lurking around the garden."it
"I'm so sorry my dear. I know what you're going through." I saw her eyes water again and I immediately apologized, "I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry. I just want you to know I'm here for you. If you need me to, I will personally take her away. I won't let her ruin your wedding."
"It's okay. You don't have to do that. I need him to do it. I need to see that he can let her go. This whole time she has been with us was a test for him. A test I made. That's why she isn't in jail. I wanted to see if he could move on in time for our wedding... and if he can't... I can't marry a man who is still in love with someone else."
"America. He is in love with you. You're right he has to let her go. But he loves you so much. I hated it at the time but I would always hear him gushing about you, talking about how much he loved you, How beautiful you are, How lucky he was to have you. And he still is lucky. Go and talk to him. He's the one you should have having this conversation with." I kissed her cheek and smiled. She put on a smile too and got up.
"Thank you. I don't know what I'd do without you."
America's POV
I straightened myself out and turned myself into the strong woman I had to be for this conversation. I opened the door to see Killian sitting with his head in his hands, rocking back and forth. The second he realized I was there his head lifted up and I could see his blood shot eyes from crying. I suspected mine looked the same. He stood up and began, "Mer. I am so sorry. I don't deserve for you to accept this apology. I don't deserve for you to forgive what I have been doing. Toying with your emotions. It was wrong of me to even think about Ashley. But most of all I don't deserve you. If you don't want to be with me anymore I underst-"
"Now why would you think I don't want to be with you?" I said. He let out a deep breath and embraced me in a gigantic hug. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He said while brushing my hair with his fingers. He held me close to him and I breathed in his scent. It felt good to be here, No... it felt relieving to be in his arms. "You have to send her away. You have to make her leave. There's no way she can stay. Not now."
"I got it all taken care of. I called a cab driver about twenty minutes ago. He should be here to take her and her sister to Ireland. They kind of have... a restraining order now."
"They do? You sent her away?"
"Of course I did. How could I earn your trust back if I didnt? And yes, they can't even come back to Scotland."
I squeezed him tighter and breathed out. All the pressure, grief, and worry had vanished from my conscious quicker than the blink of an eye. I felt free.
A few days later in Killian's POV
It had been a couple days since Ashley left and the feeling that filled my mind when she was here had been replaced with something surprising: relief. Once she left without a goodbye I knew that I could finally move past her, and just in time too. The wedding was tomorrow. America would be sleeping on her own in her room tonight, so no bad you can't see the bride on the wedding day superstition was brought up. But I wasn't looking forward to it. It made me feel nauseous at the fact that I wouldn't be there to protect her all night. But she insisted.
I had just put on my pajamas when my door opened. America's flash of red hair spilled out of the barely opened door frame and she said, "Can I come in?"
"Yeah." Things with her and I had gone back to what they used to be. Perfect. "But make it quick, you got 3 minutes until I cant see you." I pointed towards the clock that read 11:57.
"Okay." She ran into my arms and breathed in. "I'm going to miss you. Even if it's only until tomorrow afternoon."
The clock ticked a minute ahead and I said, "Me too. I love you Mer."
"I love you too." I took her hand and led her back to her room which was just next door and tucked her in to bed. I kissed her forehead and said, "See you tomorrow, My beautiful bride."