This is the start of a multi-chapter fic. If you want me to continue with it please Review. It is an alteration of what happens after her speech on the report. I hope you like it!

America Singer had been working for the IUA (Illea Underground Association) for over a year. Though the first months without him had been excruciating. I had seen his face on the Report when they announced that I had been kidnapped and later killed. I had seen his face when he asked Kriss to marry him, not a month before. But he had looked so broken. I wanted to run back to the palace, declare I was alive, kiss him, and slap the stupid grin off King Clarkson's face.

But I couldn't do that.

1 year earlier

" America, come see me in my office," King Clarkson ordered.

" Father, that won't be necessary. I will come." The look on the king's face was deathly. I was afraid for Maxon. I wouldn't let him go. "No."

I stepped forward into the uncertain, " I will go."

King Clarkson was silent as he dragged me ruffly by the wrist to his office. After slamming the door close he let go and stood at his desk. He was staring at me, calculating. As if deciding whether it would be too obvious to kill me then and there.

" Do you love my son?" He asked. The question caught me off guard. Was he going to let Maxon marry me?

" Yes," I replied proudly, straightening my posture. A malicious grin broke across his face.

"Wonderful, you are going to leave the palace. And never come back."

" That will not happen, You Majesty. Your son loves me, too."

" You see, that's the problem. My son sees something in a worthless Five. And if you love him you will leave. And if you don't I will take out each and every member of you family until the Singer line is no more. I will take everyone you love."

" You can't kill Maxon," I said, my voice wavering, he wouldn't do that, would he? But the grin was still there.

" No, I can't kill the only heir. However, I can make him miserable life hell. It's all up to you. You have to leave, never see your family or Maxon again. Disappear, or I'll make sure you do." I stared at the wretched man before me. My eyes were watering, but I would not break in front of him.

" Fine."

Present Day

I had changed my name, my look, everything but my personality. I was almost a wholly new person. I couldn't watch the report anymore. I still loved him, my cover would be lost if I saw him again. I had taken this job to protect him and his country. I still couldn't let go. But I had to. I had to keep him safe.

" Miss. Calix," a voice called from the door of my office. It was the new name I had given myself. Mia Calix.

" Yes, Veronica," I asked my secretary. " The Leader wishes to speak with you." I nodded getting out of my chair. Quickly hiding the picture of Maxon under the millions of files in my drawer. I followed the young brunette to the large, open of office the belonged to the Leader.

The Leader was a kind man. He had been part of the IUA since before I was born. He was kind and willing to do anything for the betterment of the country. I wish he was the King instead of Clarkson. I knocked on his door.

" You wished to see me," I said as the Leader turned. The man smiled, gesturing inside his room.

" Hello, Mia, we have received a very special mission that I want you to take."

" Anything, sir," I said dutifully. I was one of their best fighters.

" The Southern Rebels have been attacking the palace trying to kill the monarchy more than ever. King Clarkson has requested that one of our agents go undercover as a maid to protect the royal family. As our best female fighter, I believe you should go." My stomach dropped. Back to the Palace? To the one place, I dreaded, the place the still had the one that I loved. Back to him? The Leader waited patiently for my response.

Would I be able to see him again without breaking? Did he still love me? No, he had proposed to Kriss, he had probably forgotten about me. If he could move on, then so could I. I had moved on. And this was a high paying job. It could get me a promotion. I was strong enough to do this job.

I was strong enough to see him without breaking.

" Do you accept?" The Leader asked. I looked up. America Singer was dead, she died to protect her one true love. I was Mia Calix, the best fighter in the IAU, and I was strong.

" I accept, sir."

Maxon POV:

I still loved her. And Father knew it. He didn't know that I knew he had something to do it. He may have made me propose to Kriss, but I could delay the marriage. I still had something. But as I walked to my Father's office, I knew that was about to change.

It had started a month after she left. I was miserable. Everyone saw. My Father wanted to hide it.

It made him angry, angry that I still loved the 'dead Five'. I didn't know what hurt more. The pain of her death or the lashing Father gave me almost every month.

I knocked on his door.

" Come in, son," Father called. I pushed open the door, closing behind me. I did not look up.

" I am tired of your insolence and stubbornness. You will marry Kriss Ambers by the end of this month. I saw what you said in the interview. You do not need any more time. I don't care if you love her or not. The wedding date is set, am I understood?"

I did not answer.

" You still love her, don't you? You still love that worthless Five," he roared. I looked up. Anger brimming in me, threatening to pour. Pain. How dare he insult her? I wanted to scream and roar. But I was too broken to make a sound.

" I will never stop loving her," a soft whisper of a voice says. It comes from me. Father grins.

" Well, then I must have to teach you another lesson."

I wake up on Father's cold floor. He is gone. My clothes lay in a pile by the bed. I raise myself slowly. There is no more blood on the ground, but the blood on my back is still there. My mouth if filled with blood and bile. My cheeks stained with tears. I did not fight tonight. I never fight anymore. There is no point. I don't know what I did to deserve this. But I don't care anymore. The blood reminds me of her. I still love her.

I pull on my suit, stifling my groans as the broken skin of my back burns. I stand, leaning on the table.

After stumbling to my room, trying to quiet so the maids and guards wouldn't hear, I collapsed onto my bed. I didn't bother cleaning my wounds. What was the point? My beautiful America. I wished for sleep, it was when the universe finally gave me something good.

I dreamed of America.

How was it? It's kinda depressing, but I promise you it will get better. Mia's coming to the palace. REVIEW if you want more. I hope you have a wonderful day/night. Love you all!

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