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I instantly ripped open the letter. I had to see what my brother wrote me. Inside was a small letter that was quickly written in Kota's handwriting

Dear America,

I hope you're living a great life in the palace with all your money and yourself being a Queen, but don't forget about me. It's so unfair. You went off and married the prince and got loads of money and a caste upgrade for free, while I am working so hard. I hope you can acknowledge me, the brother that used to play in the treehouse with you when we were younger.

Your dear brother,

Kota Singer

Wow, Kota, the one who called our childhood house 'a dump' wrote me a letter for money. He didn't even congratulate me on the babies or ask about my life. Maybe I could've considered trying to reconcile with him if he somehow showed an ounce of actual care towards me. He didn't know me at all anymore and was talking to me like I was some gold digger who doesn't love Maxon. I took out my pen and some paper from my bedside drawer and set them down on my makeshift desk. He was going to get a letter back, and it wasn't going to be nice. I starting writing rapidly.

Dear Kota,

I don't know what empowered you to write that pathetic excuse of a letter. You were the one who left our family because you thought you were better than us. Your obsession with caste climbing is completely taking over you. And just to be clear, I married Maxon because I love him. I would've married him even if he was an Eight. If you had not let caste climbing be your goal, you would have realized that there are more important things. What happened to you acknowledging us when our family was in trouble? You want me to acknowledge you now, and I may have, but you didn't care to ask about anything in my life or even how my babies are doing. You may have been the one who I played with when we were little, but you've changed. I am done asking you to change back to who you were Kota because you've changed for good. All of us have accepted that.

Sincerely,

America Schreave

The anger was boiling inside of me by the time I finished writing the letter. Marlee noticed me take an envelope and stamp it with a royal seal so she offered to get it down to the mailroom. I gave the letter to her and told her I was fine for the rest of the day since Maxon was coming back to my room soon. She reluctantly got up and left, arguing with me until the door closed shut.

Maxon came in a few minutes later with a visage of worriedness.

"Kota sent me a letter", I revealed, looking down at my lap.

"Your brother?"

"Yes, he um, sent me a letter telling me how he's still working really hard and saying it like I'm some lazy excuse of a queen. He left us, and now he's being an infuriating idiot. He even reminded me that he's my brother, but no, he isn't my brother. Right now, there is nothing but the fact that we have the same blood running through our veins that's keeping us from completely losing contact. Sure, he was a fine brother when I was like five years old, but the person he turned into is nobody I want to be the sister of. He didn't even ask how I am or how the babies are. Not one ounce of care towards me, Maxon, none", I finished ranting madly, and Maxon looked flabbergasted by my rant.

"Sorry, hormones", I said calming myself down by taking deep breaths.

"It's ok, my dear. He doesn't know what he's missing." I glared at Maxon and we burst out laughing.

"How's the country? I wouldn't know because I've been holed up in this room all day", I asked, with fake madness laced throughout my words, my tone get sharper towards the end of my sentence. I stuck my tongue out at Maxon and he gave me a pouty face in return. I picked up a pillow and hit him with it.

"You're not allowed to pout your way out of problems", I yelled playfully. We laughed simultaneously and I started to fake cough and put my hand on my stomach for dramatic effects.

"America, are you ok, I'm scared, what's happening?" I stopped coughing and sat upright in my bed, laying my head on Maxon's shoulder.

"So much for 'Kings don't get scared', huh", I questioned, mocking Maxon's voice when he said that.

"Hey, I was scared that something was happening to you, Ames. I love you too much."

"Yes, you do!"

"Hey, you're supposed to say it back", he retorted.

"Yes, Maxon, I love you to the world and back", I stated, kissing him quickly.

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Helloooo readers! I told you I had content ready. This isn't much, but I wanted to emphasize America and Kota's relationship in the chapter. I have a little more content planned, but I want to space things out a bit.

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