OK A COUPLE OF THINGS TO ADDRESS-
1. You hate it so much i am going to ruin the suspense... OF COURSE SHE ENDS OF WITH MAXON!
2. Zeke- please don't hate him, he's just a nice guy to replace Aspen in the love triangle; his sister gives him the 'family man' feel.
3. This is MY story, thus is will do things different than i know Keira Cass would!
4. Please wait a few chapters before casting judgment on my add-ins, these are things i am trying out, so i can see what they will add to the story. If you don't like i will drop it. But give it a little before u hate it! :)
5. To 'unreal' or 'Unrealistic' OF COURSE IT IS! THE WHOLE THING IS MADE UP! I may have sounded a but far-fetched/cheezy but hey, that's the beauty of writing, you can make it anything you want, and there are no consequences :)
THERE... Now, this chapter is in Maxon's point of view the morning America meets Zeke.
I woke up, sweating, breathing heavy, and tears rolling down my face. Again.
Ever since she left me I have been getting these dreams. It is the same, always, except one small detail changes each time.
A girl, with a striking resemblance to America, is drowning. What seems to be a pool of her tears, is not, but of there people surrounding her. As she swims, and gasps for air, she is pushed down again. After many tries, she gives up hope and closes her eyes, sinking into the water. Then, a figure of a man, jumps in and saves her. The first time I had this dream the man wore a symbol on his forehead of a string of diamonds upon a metal band. The second, a man with two swords written on his. But the third is of a man, his symbol is a gun, and instead of saving her, he kills her.
I have written out the factor of this vision, but nothing clicks. It doesn't make sense.
After i wake up from those horrid dreams I am met with other horrid thoughts. Marriage. Not to my love, but to Elise. A woman, who will heed my word, and look pretty upon a throne.
I do not love her, I don't think i ever could. Not after America.
All those nights I spent in her room after we tugged our ears. After we shared so many intimate moments, and secrets. After her knowing me, not the Prince me, but me. I could never move on. But I knew i had to do the logical thing, the princely thing.
Once I showered and got dressed I headed down to breakfast. Justin walked in and handed me my plate of food. Delectable pancakes, topped with butter and syrup. Strawberries, dipped ever so lightly in chocolate, and bacon. The fruit and pastries were aligned on the table, and up for grabs. I devoured my food, but wasn't satisfied. I reached and grabbed a pastry, and but right into it. The flaky, crisp croissant melted in my mouth, but the taste of it stung.
Strawberry
My mind gave a flashback to my first attempt of asking a girl out. Then to our first date, and how she left me with such pain the night. My thoughts raced through my memories. Everything crystal clear. The mental images i held dear, and the ones i was so fortunate to take with my camera. My heart ached for her presence, for her touch. There was this feeling in my chest that hurt to much. I had never felt it before. It was not from hunger or injury or any other physical cause. It was because of love.
I loved America, i knew it now. After i lost her. I was so blind not to notice the very thing i wanted, i needed, was right in front of me.
CLARKSON'S POV
Stupid razor, i thought as It grazed my cheek, cutting it slightly. Blood streamed down my cheek and i stared at it in the mirror. Blood. Such an ugly thing, yet i take such pride in bringing it to many people. I laughed, i am such an evil man. I laughed more, my poor son. He believes the one he loves Is dead and gone forever, huh, such a naive boy.
I paid an assassin to shoot my poison filled bullet into her. Only i knew what kind of poison it was. Making her go into a coma, and waking up days later. I would ship her off to some strange place, and inject her with fears. Like i would kill her family, yada yada yada, so she wouldn't tell. Then my son would marry a weak woman, that i could control. Ah, i am such a bad person, but somehow i find time to sleep at night.
Well i must go check on my patient, she must be waking up now. Things might come as shock.
I walked to the Mortuary, passing his door. I heard heavy breathing.
Don't worry my son, soon it will all be over, and you. You will be helpless, heading my every word. Then I King Clarkson, will continue to rule.