Maxon looks at me with panic in his eyes, "Come on, come on, come on!" He runs towards the door, grabbing me by the wrist and pulling me out of the room. I gasp at the amount of rebels streaming in through the door and all the gunshots, screams and Guards already injured or dead.

"Do you think it's Southerners?" I ask Maxon as we keep running down the stair case.

Maxon shakes his head, "I don't know, it would make sense if they were Northerners because we were just talking about them but they usually don't do this much damage."

We keep on running, the Royal Safe Room is under the first floor and we're on the second at the moment. "America come on!" Maxon yells, running barefoot and trying not to step in blood, broken glass or over bodies is a lot harder then you'd think. Maxon notices that I don't have any shoes and sweeps me up in his arms, carrying me bridal style.

"There's the Prince!" I hear somebody yell, I turn my head and see five or so rebels crowding around us. Where are all the Guards? The rebels make a circle around Maxon and I, we're trapped. Maxon puts me back on my feet and pushes me behind him, I smile. So selfless, always putting others before himself. "Well, well, well," The same rebel says slowly. "What a treat, The Crown Prince himself and the one and only Lady America."

"Who do I start with first?" He walks closer to us, "Aren't you pretty," He purrs whilst slowly coming up to me and cups my cheek with a cold hand covered in dirt, my breathing hitches and I close my eyes.

"Get your hands off of her," I hear Maxon growl. The Rebel laughs.

"Oh, I think we've found the Prince's favourite," He chuckles and removes his hand from my cheek only to bring it back and slap me across the cheek, my head snaps back and a wave of anger takes over me.

I push the rebel and he stumbles back with a gasp he raises his gun. "You wouldn't dare," I say through gritted teeth. "You wouldn't dare!" I yell. I walk towards him, steam coming out of my ears, "Don't touch me or Maxon ever again," I poke him in the chest. "You rebels think your so powerful, news flash, you're not!"

The Rebel laughs. "You are a feisty one aren't you?" I glare at him. "Now!" He yells and the rebels crowding us grab my wrists and ankles. "Listen here America, you are nothing. We can do as we plead, hurt who we want with just a click of my fingers." He clicks his fingers to prove his point one of the rebels twist my wrist slightly, I groan when I feel my bone move out of place. I struggle to turn my head and see Maxon surrounded my guards mixed with rebels fighting one another, Maxon punches a rebel in the jaw, no one has seen me. "Sleep tight Princess," He says, one of them whacks my head with the side of his gun and darkness takes over me.

Author Note.

QOTD:

What was your favourite book out of The Selection, The Elite, The One, The Heir or The Crown and why?

Short chapter I know and I am so so so sorry because all my readers are so incredibly amazing. I just didn't know how else to write this chapter because there's a lot of action and fighting and a lot happens in it so I didn't want to drag it on but now the story is going to pick up and get more interesting. I'm sorry again.

On a lighter note, all these reviews, favourites and followers! You guys are incredible! Ah, I love getting reviews :)

Thank you to AGoodBookNeverEnds for your review and Percabeth-TrisTobias for your favourite.

AGoodBookNeverEnds Hi, don't worry about it :) Thank you so much and I'm so happy you like my story! Hopefully you'll like this chapter but I promise next ones will be better :)

I'm not sure about Eadlyn during the Heir I couldn't really figure her out, my least favourite character would have to be probably Silvia, Kriss or Olivia. I don't know why :)

Thank you again for everybody's kind words and every thing else! :)

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