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America- POV

I still didn't know if Maxon knew about his half-sister. We both headed out and went to the king suite. He slammed the door and started pacing around.

"Hey, Maxo-"

"I know what's coming. You're going to start questioning me and asking me if I knew about this, and then it's going to turn into a fight"

Stepping in the middle of his path, I gave him a kiss.

"No, I just wanted to know if you knew about this", I whispered into his ear, making him calm down and sit.

"Ok, well I found out when I was little. My dad would get my mom drunk some days and then she would sleep in another suite. I just thought she was tired, but then I realized that he had a mistress. When I was older, I saw his mistress, and she indicated that I had a sister. I didn't realize what it meant then, but over the years I found out." Maxon looked so scared as if his father would jump out of nowhere and yell at him to stop.

"It's ok, it's ok. We can bring her to the palace and take care of her." I mean it's not like we have anywhere to go. We already went on our honeymoon.

"Yeah, let's find her"

Maxon- POV: After getting the half-sister- Brice

Part of me was thrilled that we signed consent forms for my little sister, but part of me was scared. We were bringing her home in broad daylight, with the sun flashing in through the window. She was a playful girl, curious as to why we were taking her. It's going to be hard to keep her from figuring out why. Her dirty blonde hair and brown eyes looked exactly like my father. Or should I say ours. America had been so collected about all of this as she talked to Brice in a playful manner. What more could I ask her? The car came to a halt and we all lurched forward, falling into each other's arms

"The riots destroyed this part of the road", the driver explained through the limo window. "It's going to take 10 minutes to go through the detour route"

In all this excitement, I had totally forgotten that the higher castes were rioting because we were trying to get rid of the castes. It was necessary at this point though. In the next month, we were to name all the eights casteless. August Illéa had wanted to do it faster, considering how dangerous everything was, but I advised against it. This caused a big fight.

America looked at me with a concerned look on her face.

"What's wrong?"

"It's just, if people are rioting now, what's it going to be like when we actually start the process of removing the castes?"

"For the first time in forever, America Singer- Schraeve is doubting herself. This is unimaginable", I joked sarcastically.

"We're in this together, America. There's always going to be backlash in whatever we do."

"Yeah, that's true. Thanks Maxon!" Brice was small and really playful. I couldn't imagine anything happening to her. We had to keep her safe in the palace, but she also had to be kept a secret.

After I played with Brice for a few minutes, the palace chauffeur notified us that we got there.

"We're here, your majesties"

Brice practically ran out of the car, excited to see her new home and America went after her.