Are you readyyyyy? For the...wait...third chapter of Undercover! Enjoy my lovelies! (If its not a word, I just made it one)

Maxon POV:

He woke with a headache that could kill. He was sure that someone had driven a sledgehammer into his skull. If he went to breakfast his father would know immediately. He had to tell his guard to tell his father.

He sighed opening the door. Then he froze. The girl looked eerily familiar. Icy blue eyes and brown-red hair. Last night! He almost hit his forehead at his stupidity. She had heard. She had saw. She turned just as he was about to retreat into his room.

" Max…." she started before remembering herself and curtsying quickly. " Good morning Your Majesty." Her eyes, they were so familiar. And they were filled with pain, grief, guilt, and...love. Something he had seen in only one person, America. But America was gone.

America was dead. His heart ached at the thought of it. He nodded, clearing his throat. " Can you come in Miss. Calix." She nodded entering the room after him. She closed the door behind them.

" I...about last night," he stammered, but sure how to explain.

" Don't worry, Your Highness, I won't tell a soul." She looked up with the slightest of smiles, and a mischievous glint in her eyes. Just like America. No, he scolded himself. She was gone, his heart was torturing him thinking this girl was her. And awkward silence filled the air.

" Prince Maxon?"

" Yes?"

" I don't mean to pry. But yesterday, you seemed….upset," she was talking slowly, as if taking each second to choose the right word. " I just….if you need someone to talk to, I'll always listen." She turned quickly and then slipped out of the room. He stared dumbfounded.

She was like no other girl he had met, but one. Why did she remind him of something he knew he had lost. Was this his father's way of torturing him? Tempting with someone so much like the girl he had loved, only to take her away again? He wouldn't fall for it, he couldn't lose anyone else, if he did, he would die.

He had seen her many times the next two weeks. They would exchange a hello, but say nothing more. They each wanted to say so much more, but something always stopped them.

The third week, his heart was sore. It hurt more than ever. And coupled with a pounding headache it was almost unbearable. Usually, he'd take a day off, and sulk at the wall. But he didn't have to do that today. He had a friend.

He knocked on the door the Head Maid had pointed him to. He knocked on the door carefully, trying to keep his head low. If his father knew that he had gone to the maid's room, he would know something was up. And it had been so long since he had had a true friend.

The door opened. Mia's blue eyes widened. She started to say something before bowing quickly. "Prince Maxon." He put a finger to his lip. " May I come in." He voice was close to breaking. He need someone. She opened the door quickly, letting him in and then closing the door behind her. She looked at him for a second.

Then she opened his arms for a hug. He practically ran into her. She sat on the bed with him. He sobbed into his shoulders letting out everything. His father's beating. His loneliness. His pain. The loss of America. He let in all out.

Mia rubbed his back comfortingly not saying a word. He wondered how it might seem to her. Her crown prince crying into her shoulder. But he didn't care.

America POV:

She hadn't felt as happy and sad ever. Maxon was with her. She knew it had been a risk, offering to be his friend. But she couldn't stand by as he broke. And know he was letting out everything. And she let him.

He needed to.

Slowly, his sobs softened. They graduated to soft cries. And then sniffles. He leaned away from her soaked shoulder. His eyes were red. Yet, he still looked as beautiful as she imagined. Don't kiss him. Don't kiss him.

" Thank you," he whispered.

" I'm glad I could be there for you," she smiled softly. He gave her a small smile.

" Do you want to talk about it? Or something else.."

" Can I choose something else?" he asked the hint of a smile now gracing his face. But it wasn't forced like the ones she had seen in him when she couldn't bare not looking at him.

" I don't know. I thought the Prince could make decisions for himself," she lapsed into casual conversation. He laughed. A beautiful sound that she wished she could hear forever. He looked at her, eyes shining.

" Lady Mia, I believe that you might have just accomplished a feat that few have braved."

" And what might that be? I already braved talking to the Prince and telling a joke to the Prince. What else might I have done." His brown eyes were softer, less pained. The smile was back, the smile he gave her when they were together and happy. Dancing in the rain. Walking in the gardens.

" Why you made em laugh, Lady Mia."

" Oh, I am quite brave now, aren't I?"

" You're too modest, Miss. Calix."

" Please, call me A...Mia."

" Then you must call me Maxon."

" What will they say, a maid friends with the handsome, brave, glorious Prince Maxon."

" Are you insulting me or complementing me?"

" Can't it be both," she asked, her eyes glinting. The sat like that for second. Staring at eachother. Her taking in three years of not seeing him, and him trying to figure out why Mia reminded him of some else. Then he cleared his throat.

" Well, I must be heading back," he stood, the smile fading, " This handsome prince has some work to get to." She nodded standing, walking him out. He smiled as he left, cutting through passages to his room. Had something happened? Someone in the damned castle made him happy.

She would be his friend and nothing else. He couldn't handle another heartbreak. And his father, his father wasn't going to take anything else from him.

Maxon's getting better, yeah! I hope you liked it. If you want more or have any suggestions, REVIEW. Thanks for the other review. Love you all! ;)

- alunarselectedreader