Thank you for all the encouraging reviews! Here's the final chapter. Its a bit rushed but I think it ties it up okay. I hope you like it. I will be starting a new story soon. I think it'll be good. Hope you like this chapter!

Maxon POV:

He didn't hear her fall. He didn't need to. He had just gotten her back, and now she was gone. All because of him. Him. He was blind with anger as he turned to my father. No, he was no longer my father. He was a man. A man who had taken America away, who had beaten him, and who had hurt countless people.

But he wasn't going to let him do it anymore. His father's hair was tousled, and sweat beaded his forehead. He was going to take a stand. It didn't matter what his father did anymore. He would not take anything else from him. Maxon would stop him, if its the last thing i could do.

With an animalistic growl Maxon launched himself at the King, knocking him to the ground. Clarkson fell, alarm in his eyes. Maxon punched his face, blood streamed down his face. But Maxon didn't stop, his father had never stopped. Rage, blinded his eyes, and he hit. Again….again.

" Max…" someone shouted, he froze. A voice that ingrained itself into his mind. That haunted him day and night. America. She was still alive. America. He would be better for her. He would be better for her. He would be better than his father. He stopped. He was not his father. He would never be like his father. Because his father was not a man that America could love. He would be the man that America could love. His father groaned as Maxon pushed himself off him, rushing to the railing, looking down.

His beautiful America was hanging from the railing. Hanging on for dear life. He almost cried. She smiled up at him. He loved that smile. She was alive.

America POV:

She had to give credit to the hours of training for her reflexes. Clarkson's push had caused her to hit the railing hard, and though she was sure she would bruise, she was able to hold onto the railing.

She dangled from the railing breathing hard. How dare the King do this? She looked up, she couldn't see anything. Was Clarkson going to hurt Maxon? She huffed, trying to pull herself up. She wasn't strong enough, she slipped almost falling.

" Max…" she yelled. She saw Maxon rush to the railing. She smiled. Her heart flowed with something she hadn't felt in a long time. Unstoppable, unrestricted love for this man that stood before her. This man that had endured so much for her. The man she would never stop loving. He leaned over the edge, reaching his arm out to her. Using the strength she had remaining, she reached her hand up to his, and he grasped it.

With a grunt she was pulled over the edge and pulled into Maxon's embrace. She sobbed into his shoulder. Clarkson lay unconscious behind us. But it didn't matter. They were safe. They were together. Finally together.

He pulled away from her quickly and pressed his lips to hers. A kiss of love, and salt, and pain. Of everything they had lost and gained. Of finally being together. And she held him closer. Because she was never going to let go. Never again.

Two Months Later

There had been much to fix after King Clarkson was killed for Abusing the Crown Prince. He had worn his mask the entirety of the day, but she could see right through it. Even after everything his father had done it couldn't be easy watching your only father figure be erased from your life.

Their wedding planning had begun almost immediately. She felt the worst about Kriss. Though they were competing against each other for so long, Kriss was still a friend for America.

Surprisingly, she had sensed Maxon growing farther and her love for him had waned. In the end, Kriss started to fall for a teacher she had been assisting and had been seeing in the palace. Maxon was not angry. He gave them his blessing and told them to call and visit and much as possible.

And them. Her and Maxon. She had told him everything, eradicating any barrier between them. And they kissed. And they would lie awake at night, talking. And she saw him heal. The broken look in his eyes was replaced with one of confidence and kindness. He was happier than the Maxon during the selection. He was king, and she was a queen right beside him.

And he was a great king. He began undoing all of his father's wrongdoings. He began erasing the castes. And though there was some rebellion the Rebels didn't visit the palace as often.

Now here they were again. At the balcony where they had found and almost lost each other. The balcony that changed everything. It was good to be America again. The sat next to each other. Limbs entwined in each other. Listening to his heart pound.

" Maxon," she whispered.

" Yes, my dear." She scrunched her face up and looked up at him.

" Not your…" he laughed.

" I was hoping to get away with it, love."

" Well, you didn't."

" What did you want to say."

" I'm not telling you," she humphed crossing her arms like a child. He laughed again. And she could feel the laughter in his chest.

" That's not fair," he whined.

" No."

" Fine, I guess…." he pressed his lips to her neck and she gasped, " I'll have to find," he trailed kissed up the her neck, stopping at her lips, " Another way."

" Fine," she relented. "Kiss me first." And he happily obliged. And she almost forgot what she was going to say. Even after all this time his kisses took her breath away. The only thing that would calm her stubbornness.

" I love you," she whispered into him.

" I love you more, my dear."

" Hey!"

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- alunarselectedreader