I woke up in the comfort of my bed and to my darling husband laying gentle kisses up and down my arm.

"How did you sleep, My Dear?" Maxon asked me. I rolled my eyes at the nickname. At least I knew it was only reserved for me now.

"Wonderful. Although, I do have a headache from last night. I'll have to ask Mary to bring me some medicine before we leave."

"Ah yes," Maxon declared. "Today is the day where we leave the country in the hands of Stavros for ten days so that we can finally have some peace. I just hope that the country will still be standing when we get back." Maxon saw my questioning face and kissed me quickly and said; "Don't worry My Love, he is only allowed to call me if the world is going up in flames. You are all mine for the next week and a half."

I smiled as he kissed me again. "Well get up Your Royal Husbandness," I declared, "we have to pack for our trip." I stood up and wrapped the bed sheets around my naked body and walked over to my suite so that Mary could fix me up for the plane trip.

I had asked Mary a while ago, after Lucy resigned, to pick out some more maids whom she trusted that they wanted to be maids, not just work with the Queen. Being Queen meant more maids. Julia was waiting in my bathroom with a fresh bath drawn and a steaming cup of coffee. And so, I started my first official day as Queen.

While I was getting ready for the flight, Maxon had a few more meetings to attend before we left Stavros to watch over the country. I joined Maxon during the last one. It was a meeting for some more funding for the food service Maxon had created. Maxon held my hand under the table the whole time. I felt his wedding ring and just then I realized I had a habit for fiddling with his wedding ring. He looked over and smiled at me. I could see in his eyes that he was anxious to get out of here and to be alone with me. Now that we had all of each other, I was anxious too.

The meeting ended soon after that and after Maxon spoke with Stavros one more time, we were in a car on the way to the Angeles Airport. There were many photographers there waiting to catch a glimpse of us as we boarded the private plane. Maxon got out of the car first and offered his hand to me. I took it and stepped out of the car to all the flashing of cameras. We stood and waved to let them take some pictures of us as some maids loaded our luggage into the plane. They wouldn't be coming with us. Four guards. I begged Maxon to not bring any and that we would be fine without guards. He insisted, even though we would be on a private island, he didn't want to take any chances. We were soon up in the air and I was so happy to be finally (mostly) alone with my husband.

Bora Bora was barely touched during the fourth world war. Illéa technically owns the island and many others in the ocean, but we let them have their own laws and let them act as their own country. The people there are so free and peaceful that they have never been involved in any kind of conflict. This is what Maxon and I would be trying to bring to Illéa.

The plane ride wasn't too long. I also slept during most of it while Maxon read and raked his hands through my hair. Before we knew it, Maxon was showing me the beachside villa we would be staying in.

"Maxon!" I exclaimed. "It's beautiful, oh my goodness. Can we go in?"

Maxon chuckled at me. His laugh was deep and I loved hearing it. "Of course you can darling, it's all ours for the next ten days. Per your request, there will be no cooks or maids, and the guards will just be by the landing pad the whole time. These next few days are all for us."

I giggled as he scooped me up and he ran into the bedroom with me, us both laughing the whole way. I didn't have much time to take in the big window that faced the ocean reflecting the afternoon sun. Maxon soon undressed me and I still couldn't believe that he was finally, at last, all mine.

The death of Maxon's parents really changed him. The loss of his mother truly saddened him. He no longer had her wise words to help him with big decisions, he no longer had his mother to tell him how proud of him she is. They were close and he was grieving for her. Maxon also missed his father. Their relationship may have been filled with hatred, guilt, and lies but he was his father all the same. Maxon's back hasn't been touched in about eleven months now. His scars were still there but not as prominent. Some days he was so sad he laid in bed while I comforted him, others he was totally fine. I missed my father so much, we were going through this together. Being King and Queen, husband and wife, and having lost most of our parents. But I was so happy and I couldn't and wouldn't change anything for the world.