6 months later...
Lately things have been hard on me. Ever since America left she's been the only thing in my mind. She wasn't in news articles or has yet to be seen by a reporter. I've missed America so much. I still don't have a wife and I'm now king. My father was killed in an attack from the southern rebels. We were leaving dinner when they attacked. He was in the hallways trying to get to the safe room but was caught by them. I have only been king for a month now and some days all that's in my mind is about her. I was crazy for her. I was walking to the stairs when the alarm turned on but quickly turned off. I didn't know what to think of that. Maybe there were rebels inside but they disabled it or maybe there was an accident. I didn't know though I wasn't taking any chances. I sped walked to the corner by the front entrance. There was only one person there so I felt better. They were just standing in the middle of the round room staring at the door. I took a few steps closer then stood frozen in my tracks. That wasn't a guard or a maid or anyone that worked here. It was a girl. It was a rebel. She was wearing a black shirt with leather black jacket and black leggings with black boots. She also had a utility belt that went around her waist and curved a little down around her leg to the middle of her thigh. She wore a black beanie and black leather gloves that opened for her fingers too. For some reason she must really like black. Probably for stealth. What really caught my attention was the red braided hair coming out from under her beanie on to her shoulder. Whatever thoughts she had at that moment seemed to go away as she realized she had been there for a moment. She looked around finally seeing me. She looked terrified. She had her whole body facing me. She had beautiful icy blue eyes. Just like America. America! "America?" I asked. I didn't want to make a fool of myself if it wasn't her. She took a few steps back and then turned around and ran down the opposite hallway.