Herro people! NJASK IS OVER! This means less homework, which means more updates! Btws, I apologize for my silly mistake. I wrote that chapter a day before the One came out so yea. Also, why the heck did chapter 6 replicate? Ugh. Whatever! So the One is out, what did you think? I thought it was too short, but amazing! Although, the end was a little iffy. Not a good place to end. I need more Maxerica. Oh well! Here is chapter 9, lots of drama! Enjoy!

America:

Within a day, Kriss was gone. I wasn't moved into the princess' suite yet, but I would soon.

At least three days after Kriss had left, the palace was full of royal families to celebrate our engagement. I couldn't enjoy any of the party though. I stomach hurt thinking about where May was.

"Are you enjoying the party, America?" Maxon put his hand on my shoulder. I nodded, but he saw right threw my disguise.

"I miss May. I just wish she could be here." I said. I felt my tears coming. I bit my lip, holding them in.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! We have amazing news!" A guard ran into the party, shocking the entire room.

"What is it?" Maxon questioned. The guard gestured towards the door. My mouth dropped. A ran towards the entrance.

"MAY!" I shouted. I held her in a tight embrace. I mouthed a thank you towards the guards surrounding us. May hugged me tightly. I kissed her forehead.

"I missed you America, more than the world!" May exclaimed.

"I missed you too!" At this point, I was balling my eyes out. I was so happy May was back, but I realized all the danger, and the fact that she would have to leave, and I would have to stay. I would be stuck in the beautiful cage known as the palace.

"You need to go home, go to mom, and dad." I told her.

"But I want to stay, please America!"

"They need to see you. Now please, go." All she could do was nod. That was one of the hardest things I had ever done. Even in one of my happiest moments, I had to be sad. Just as soon as my little sister came, she was gone. In maybe 10 minutes.

I was staring at the door. I realized I was alone in the ballroom. All of the royal families had been sent up into their rooms.

"America?" I turned around. It was Maxon, thank goodness.

All I could do was run to him. I began to sob into his chest. He wrapped his arms around me. He lifted his head up.

"You know I have no idea how to handle crying women!" He said jokingly. I laughed. Maxon was my little gleam of hope in the worst situation.

"Well I think you just cheered one up!" I said smiling.

"Good. Dinner is at five, and all of the royal families will be leaving on Saturday morning, although, we will already be on our honeymoon." He kissed me on the lips. I could stay there forever.

"I have to go though. I will see you at dinner." Of course, I couldn't. He kissed my forehead, and walked away.

I sat at one of the tables in the ballroom. I heard footsteps coming from behind me.

"Excuse moi, are you, Lady Amar-eca?" A young blonde girl was now in front of me. She looked about my age. Her English was unsteady. And by the way she said moi, I could tell she was French.

"Yes. And you must be…the Princess of France." She nodded. She had a devilish look in her eye. All of a sudden, her hand came across my cheek, slapping me hard.

"Maxon was mine!" She yelled. Well things just escalated quickly. She began to sob.

"Excuse moi! I do believe I am his fiancé! You are…?" I said quite furiously. I got up and stepped on her foot. Before I knew it, I was pulled back, and punched in the face.

"Princess Daphne, the one who should have won Prince Maxon's heart!" She stormed off, and bumped into no other but Maxon.

"Daphne! Why would you do this?" Maxon asked her.

"You two are on a first name basis?" I asked.

"She liked me, I never liked her!" Maxon exclaimed.

"You know that is a lie Maxon!" Daphne shouted.

"I want you out now. I can't believe you, Daphne! I thought we decided to be friends all those years ago!" Maxon shouted.

"Please Maxon, don't do this!" Daphne cried. Maxon pointed towards the door, and she was gone within the next hour. I had the pleasure of eating my dinner in the infirmary.

Maxon:

I couldn't believe Daphne. She hurt my America. She crossed the line. I knew she wanted me, but I didn't know she wanted me that bad.

I walked down to the infirmary to see America.

"Hello my dear. How are you feeling?" I asked her.

"Better, but I would feel even better if I knew that nothing has happened between you and Daphne." She responded.

"Our parents met over the summer before the Selection. We hung out. She liked me, and I didn't like her. Now I know I like you." I said. I leaned in for a kiss and America willingly gave in.

"Thank you for telling me the truth Maxon." She responded. I smiled down at her. I felt horrible for letting this happen to her.

"I will see you later, my America." I kissed her cheek and walked out of the room. I would need to clear some things up with the French leaders.

America:

By the next morning I was out of the infirmary. They allowed me to stay in my room the following day,. I had lied and told the doctors I was still a bit sore.

I stayed by my piano and violin all day. I couldn't wait until Friday. I would be married to Maxon, and become the Queen of Illea. The second part was what scared me.

Around two o'clock, there was a knock at my door.

"Come in!" Maxon swung the door open, ran over to me and picked me up like they did in the old American movies.

"I just found out where we are going for our honeymoon!" He said excitedly.

"Where? Tell me!" I sounded like a little kid.

"You will find out when we get there on Saturday!" He kissed me passionately after finishing his sentence and held me in a deep embrace. We walked out onto my balcony.

Hours past, and I fell asleep in his arms.

"America, wake up." Maxon shook me. I felt I was only asleep for 15 minutes. "I have to go. More royal families are here. You can go back to sleep if you like." I nodded. He got up and carried me to my bed. He pulled the covers over me and kissed me on the forehead.

"Sleep well America." He said. Then he was gone.