My maids dressed me up for my date with Maxon, despite my insistence that the dress I had worn during the day was fine. I had to fight them to not dress me like Celeste, however. "You still need to make an impression on him, Lady America, especially this late in the competition!" Anne fixed me with her stern gaze.

"This isn't going to help with the rumors flying around," I muttered. Anne, Lucy, and Mary froze. I looked at them suspiciously. "Have you heard anything about this?" I demanded. Anne and Mary looked away, busying themselves with my hair. Lucy, however, spoke up.

"There have been stories flying around, miss," she said, blushing. There was a shushing noise from Anne, along with a glare. Lucy looked scared, and I reminded myself to keep my voice down and not be mad at her. At least she was being honest with me.

I kept my tone even and gentle. "What kind of stories?" I stated.

Lucy threw a worried glance towards Anne and Mary.

"It's okay, Lucy," I reassured her, shooting Anne and Mary a look.

"I really want to know." Lucy was white as a sheet. "The other maids have been talking. The other girls think you did something with Maxon the night of the attack."

"I know that," I said patiently.

"I need to know what else there is. How many other people think this?" Lucy appeared as if she was pondering the situation. "A few people think so, but most of the staff think that you're too good to do that. The other girls are worried, though."

"Worried?" I perked up at that word. "What do you mean, they're worried?"

"To be honest, it sounds like Celeste started the rumor, and the other two believe it. But Celeste knows something happened to change everything and to keep you around, and frankly, she's worried; which is a good thing to have right now in your position, but also, possibly, a bad thing. They are going to start acting irrationally, which can either help you, or hurt you. I wouldn't put it past them to try to destroy you, but they can still slip up." Lucy clamped up at the end of the sentence.

Anne, Mary and I stared. Lucy was so quiet- we had never heard her talk that much before. She must have realized that, as she quickly resumed fixing my skirt. After a moment of silence, she added, "…So it's not bad if you dress like Celeste sometimes. Make them worry."

I pulled away from Anne and Mary, reached down, and gave Lucy a hug. She looked completely surprised. After a moment, she hugged back.

"Thank you," I said simply. From behind me, Anne cleared her throat.

"We're having a moment here," said Lucy. Anne just smiled at her, shaking her head.

I allowed my maids to finish dressing me. My dress wasn't quite as revealing as Celeste's normal wardrobe, but it did the trick, and as Lucy had said, made them worry. A knock came at my door a few minutes later. My maids seated themselves in the corner, giggling. It was contagious. As I pulled the door to my room open, I couldn't help but grin, butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

I felt those butterflies briskly turn into a revolving tornado as the door opened. Instead of Maxon waiting for me, I came face-to face with Aspen.

Aspen.

We hadn't spoken since right after the rebel attack, when I had told him my heart was breaking over Maxon. He was staring at me, open-mouthed. I felt myself blush, and mentally told myself to keep it together for Maxon.

"America- Lady America…you look wonderful," Aspen stammered.

"Thank you, Officer Leger." Somehow, I managed to keep my voice even. He didn't even try to hide his stare, which made it worse. I was taken back to our days before the Selection, where we were fooling around in my tree house. He would stare at me with that same look, that expression that said he just wanted to kiss me. I tried very hard to tear my mind away from the thought.

Anne clearing her throat behind me helped. Aspen and I abruptly snapped back to reality. "I've been commanded to escort you to the Prince," he said, stiffness in his words. His verbal exchange made it clear that he would rather be doing anything but this.

"Thank you." I was puzzled as to why Maxon would send me an escort. Maybe he was busy or otherwise strewn in more important affairs. I waved to my maids and stepped into the hall. Aspen didn't talk to me for a few moments, but I could see him glancing over at me. I crossed my arms over my chest, suddenly feeling self-conscious and a little embarrassed.

"So is this for a date?" Aspen asked casually after another painful stretch of silence.

"Yes." That much was obvious. It was clear Aspen was just searching for anything to say to me to keep my interest.

The tension in the air was heavy. I could see him exploring his mind for words. I didn't want to hear any of them. Our last encounter hadn't exactly ended on a high note.

"I see you managed to stay," Aspen finally managed. He kept his voice low, so that nobody could overhear us. "That's surprising. You were pretty convinced you were done for, last time we spoke."

"Things changed. Maxon convinced the king to let me stay."

"That was big of him." Aspen's voice was dripping with sarcasm. "He must like you a lot."

His tone of voice stung. "You know, I'm not going to speak to you if you're going to act like this."

Aspen laughed in a dark manner. "Oh, you won't, will you? That doesn't seem like something a princess would do."

He was right. I had to stop myself from folding my arms and pouting. "Come on, Aspen. I don't need you giving me hell on top of everyone else."

Aspen paused. "I'm sorry, Mer. This hasn't been easy for me. I need you to understand that."

"It hasn't been a picnic for me, either, Aspen. You don't make this easy on me."

"How can I make this easy for you, then? Not talk to you? Not fight for you?"

The words hung in the thickened atmosphere between us after he breathed them. In fact, didn't know what to say. Should I tell him to stop fighting for me? I knew what it was like to have my heart broken, and I hated to put anyone through such a thing.

But Maxon, he wanted to trust me. Every second I spent giving Aspen hope for our future, was a betrayal of that trust. I didn't want to ruin everything after Maxon had fought his father for me. I knew in that moment that I had to stop Aspen from hoping he would win me over.

Could I do it? Cutting ties with Aspen would destroy any hope of a future with him. What if Maxon didn't work out? And it would be odd and a little empty without Aspen around.

Stop, I mentally scolded myself. Now was not the time for this. I couldn't do this to Aspen, not here, not now. I wasn't sure if I could do it, at all. I needed time.

I never had enough of that.

"So what's it been like since the last attack?" I asked, trying to change the subject as we climbed the stairs.

Aspen threw me a look that said the conversation wasn't over, but he moved past it. "A lot of new training is happening. We have all sorts of new protocols to make sure that we don't have another incident where everyone thinks the prince has been taken. And we have even more patrols happening. We can't figure out how they keep getting past us."

"Do you think someone's helping them?"

"No, America, we never considered that for a second. Thank you for your insight."

I elbowed Aspen. "Shut up."

"You're getting very good at this princess thing. Such model behavior."

I could only roll my eyes at his commentary.

"We've got luck on our side though," Aspen added quietly. I looked over at him.

"After your suggestion on the Capitol Report, about the service being voluntary, we've actually had people come to us and volunteer. We have new palace guards already." He smiled at me. "It's not official yet, but it looks like you're starting to have a good influence, Mer."

"And you say I wouldn't make a good princess," I teased.

"I take it back. As long as you don't pull any more crazy stunts."

"What did she do this time?" I looked up to see Maxon standing in front of us, his arms crossed. I realized we were standing outside of Maxon's room. My stomach fluttered. Maxon and Aspen and I, all in the same place. I could feel my heartbeat pick up. What if Maxon somehow guessed everything from the way we acted?

Aspen chuckled. "What hasn't she done, Your Majesty? I think America has been here long enough for you to know that she likes trouble."

"I realized that within minutes of meeting her, Officer Leger. Why do you think I keep her around?" The two men shared a smile and an eye roll, and my heart slowed slightly. I was okay, at least, for now.

"I'll get her out of your hair for you," Maxon was saying, reaching for my hand. His usual formality had returned. "You should return to your post. Thank you for escorting Lady America here."

"Any time, Your Majesty." Aspen turned on his heel and left. I watched him for a moment, before turning to Maxon. He was looking at me, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

"I apologize for not coming to get you myself, but I had things to take care of before you arrived."

"That's quite all right."

Maxon reached over and pulled me into a hug. "It's good to see you." He rested his forehead against mine. I pulled away, blushing.

"What if your parents see us," I whispered.

"My mother wouldn't mind. She likes you."

The queen liked me! Those were words I really needed to hear. "I'm glad to hear that, but I'm not worried about your mother."

"I know," sighed Maxon. "I don't blame you. Come on." He pushed the door to his room open.

I felt an uncertainty as Maxon pulled me forward. I had never been in his bedroom before- Kriss had beat me to that privilege. It was a strange feeling- this was where Maxon came to be alone at the end of the day. I felt almost as if I was invading his privacy, in a way.

The room was pretty much like Kriss had described it- nearly every surface was covered with photos Maxon had taken. I was pleased to notice myself in quite a few of them. In the corner was an ornate desk, with a camera sitting on top next to a well-worn camera bag. I walked over to it, careful not to touch what was clearly Maxon's prized possession.

"You're really good at photography," I told him, looking closely at some of the photos over the desk. I had seen enough artwork back at home to know that Maxon really knew what he was doing. I paused to admire a photo of the queen sitting by a window, looking out over the grounds. He probably would have done well for himself, had he been a Five.

As though he had read my mind, Maxon spoke up from behind me. "It's strange to think that for many people, things like photography are required to earn money and keep food on the table. But for me, it's only fun."

"Some people do try it for fun, but cameras are expensive, you know. A luxury item." I picked up a photo from his desk. "My family could sometimes afford the cheap, throw-away ones, but we usually asked our photographer friends to take our pictures. They needed our business."

"I know." Maxon picked up a camera lens and began to polish it. "I wish it didn't have to be like that. " He was quiet for a moment, and then set the lens back down. "This isn't what we came here for. Come on." He took me by my arm, pulling me to another door in the room. I knew immediately where we were: the Princess's room. I had only been there one other time- to see Marlee, who was sitting against the opposite wall, waiting for us. She stood up as Maxon opened the door.

"Marlee!" I was surprised Maxon had arranged our meeting so soon. I left his side and flew across the room to give Marlee a hug. "Oh, I missed you."

"I missed you, too, America." She looked so much better than the last time I had seen her. The marks on her hand had faded to pink scars. Her hair was pulled up nicely, similar to how Anne often wore hers. It was almost as though she hadn't left the Selection.

Almost.

"I'll leave you ladies alone," said Maxon from the doorway. I spun around to give him a grateful smile, and he returned it with a wink, before closing the door behind him.

"How have you been?" Marlee asked eagerly. "I love your dress. Your maids have always been so incredibly talented. Was this supposed to be a date with Maxon?"

"It was." I settled onto the floor, and Marlee sat back down beside me. "I had mentioned to Maxon earlier that I wanted to see you. I didn't think it would be this quickly."

"He set this up during a date? That was really nice of him." Marlee smiled at me. "I take it everything is going well with him?"

As soon as she said that, everything from the past two days hit me. Marlee must have seen the look on my face, because she reached out to put her hand on my shoulder. "Oh, America, I'm sorry. I've heard the rumors."

"Everyone has. You believe me, right?" I mumbled from behind my hands.

"Of course. I know you, and I know Maxon. You don't need to explain yourself to me." She gave me a look that clearly read I can't believe you would think otherwise.

"I am so confused, Marlee. And angry. And frustrated. I just…I can't believe these girls." Despite my words, the anger had left my body at this point. I wasn't angry anymore. I was too emotionally exhausted to feel any emotions other than a mild irritation towards the matter.

"I can. The ones who are left are nasty. Kriss is okay, but even she has her moments."

I leaned my head back against the wall. "She pulled me aside to make accusations, didn't believe my story, and then tells me she still wants to be friends, for Maxon's sake."

Marlee laughed, almost a shriek. "Of course she did! That's very Kriss. She has the right idea, though. This is the point where they will stop at nothing to win, and these rumors and sucking up to Maxon is exactly what is needed."

"I don't want to sink that low, Marlee."

Marlee laughs at this. "You never did, America. I don't think you should stoop to Celeste level, but maybe try to deal with Kriss. She is pretty close to you, favorite-wise. I know it seems far-fetched, especially after the accusations she made, but try to tolerate her."

"Do I have to tolerate Celeste as well?"

"It wouldn't hurt, but I think that might- well, hurt." We both giggled.

"In all seriousness, America, don't let them bother you. They want to win, so they're trying to scare you. It's not a matter of getting people to believe them, it's a matter of getting you to believe that's what people believe. It's a scare tactic. And it seems to be working."

"No kidding," I muttered.

"Breathe," sang Marlee. "I don't think you need to worry. Be yourself. More than ever."

"What's that supposed to mean? I've always been myself."

Marlee sat up and turned to face me. "I've been thinking about this a lot, America. From what I hear, Kriss got Maxon's attention by doing things she used to do for friends."

"She made him a card."

"That's all it took, was that act of showing that she cared. You can do the same."

"Isn't that obvious, though? She did the card first. Maxon would see right through that."

"America, you have something much better than a card. You are a very talented musician, and Maxon really enjoys your music."

I thought back to the time Maxon had heard me play the violin, and the way he had looked at me. "Play something for him. Oh Marlee, it's perfect."

Marlee nodded. "I knew you would think so. Find out a song he enjoys, or maybe write one for him."

Writing a song for Maxon. It was do-able. I had written music before- nothing major, just a request for a special occasion, usually requested by Threes. The more I thought about it, the more I wondered how I hadn't thought of this idea on my own. It was so brilliant, so obvious. Maxon would love it. "Thank you," I said to Marlee softly.

"Hey. That's what I'm here for." Her smile was as cheerful as always.

"I wish more people could know you were here. I can see you and Anne plotting together." The thought caused both of us to grin.

Marlee patted my hand. "I'm here for you, America. I want you to win, you know. I always have."

I appreciated her words. It meant a lot to me that I had managed to make a friend with one girl from the Selection. Marlee was almost like a sister to me. If she had been in my shoes, I would have supported her just as much as she supported me.

Marlee had noticed my silence, and was looking at me seriously. "Is that everything that's been upsetting you? How's everything else?"

I wanted to tell Marlee everything. I wanted very badly to tell her about the secret I knew about Maxon, and how I worried about him. I wanted to tell her about how the king hated me, and how Maxon had defended me. I wanted to tell her about how Aspen had been my first love, and now that he was here, he was trying to fight for me. I was so confused.

I knew exactly what she would say, though. And she would be right.

"You know, you and Maxon are so cute together," said Marlee suddenly. "You can just tell he loves you."

"How do you know?"

"He can't keep his eyes off of you for long, America. He always turns his body towards you, and just now, he was holding your hand like he didn't want to let go. It's adorable."

I smiled to myself. Maxon loved me. I knew that, but it felt incredible to hear other people say it. "I think you and Carter are cute together."

"You've only seen us together once, and neither of us looked great."

"Marlee. Even though you guys were in danger, everybody could see you loved each other."

"I was just so afraid we would be separated after that. I could handle being caned and becoming an Eight. I just couldn't live if we couldn't be together."

I had never heard Marlee talk like that. I could suddenly understand why she got so distant and quiet and defensive when I used to press her to talk about her feelings towards Maxon. She worried she would have to continue on without Carter.

I shifted to face Marlee again. "How did you know Carter was the one?"

Marlee smiled, and I could see her thinking back on it. Her entire face lit up. "I didn't know right away. Everybody talks about love at first sight, but it took some time for Carter and me. We were friends first, and after a while we were inseparable. He asked me to be his girlfriend, one day, and…I just knew." Her eyes were shining as she looked at me. "I couldn't imagine being without him. He was my best friend. Even when we weren't together, I was thinking about him, thinking of the things I wanted to tell him, or just missing him."

Her smile was contagious. "That's so romantic."

"Are you okay?" Marlee's smile faded. "Are you worried about your feelings for Maxon?"

I thought about it for a moment. "I almost lost him recently, Marlee, and that's when I knew. I was shattered. I didn't want to think about leaving him. My future just seemed empty."

"That sounds like love to me."

We sat there for a while longer in silence. My mind was elsewhere. I loved Maxon. I had lost Aspen once, and mourned for him, and moved on. Aspen had to stay in my past. Maxon was my right now, and maybe even my future. There couldn't be another way.

"You know," said Marlee quietly, "when this is over, and you win-"

"If," I corrected, without hesitation.

"When," said Marlee in a stern manner. "When you win, maybe I can come be one of your maids."

"That would be so strange, Marlee. You're my friend. I can't have you serve me."

"Hey, who do you think helps cook all the food you eat? And you eat a lot," she teased, poking me in my side.

"It's a high honor to serve the future queen, isn't it?" I felt immediately bad for asking, but Marlee didn't mind.

"I could help make your clothes, and we would be able to talk a lot more." Marlee looked happy at this thought. "It would be fun. I don't mind the kitchens of course, but I would like to not have to hide."

"Maxon would have to arrange it. We would have to wait. But maybe someday." I gave her a reassuring smile. "You know, you don't even have to ask. You're my best friend"

Marlee sighed. "I have to head back now. I don't want to get caught. Carter is probably worried." She stood, reaching over to help me rise. When I was on my feet again, I gave her another hug.

"Thank you for talking to me," I said, gratefully. "I'm so glad we're friends."

"Me, too." With one final hug, Marlee turned and hit the switch on the armoire. She disappeared into the tunnel, and I stood there for a moment. She had given me a lot to think about.

I knocked softly on the door to Maxon's room. He didn't answer, so I timidly pushed the door open and peeked in.

Maxon was sorting through a stack of photos, looking serious. I could tell from his posture he was stressed out. I wanted to cross the room and put my arms around him, but I didn't want to startle him. I watched him for a moment- the way he held each photo up to the light before tenderly putting it down on his bed. He was so absorbed in what he was doing. I knocked on the door again, louder this time. He looked up, the smile returning to his face. I could see him relax just a little, but not enough. Something was up. I crossed over to where he was sitting.

"Well, I hope you enjoyed your evening, Lady America." Maxon smiled as he said those words, but I could see the smile wasn't reaching his eyes. Gently, I touched his arm.

"Thank you for doing that, Maxon. I really needed that."

"I could tell. I don't want you to be unhappy." His words were sincere.

"I know you don't." I could see he still wasn't happy. "Is everything going well for you? I don't want you unhappy, either." I kept my voice light, trying not to let him see how worried I was.

He seemed to know, though. "Everything had been so stressful these past few days, America. My father is really putting pressure on me over the end of the Selection. He can't tell me to end it, because I think he's worried I won't end it the way he wants. So he's pushing me to spend time with everyone else. He's going to start inviting you girls to private family dinners to get to know you on a 'personal level.'" Maxon made quotes in the air as he said this. "He's started planning out my dates as well. I wasn't actually supposed to see anyone tonight, but of course my father isn't going to send me to you very often, so I had to see you tonight." At this point, Maxon ran out of steam. He sat down on his bed, defeated. "My time with you is almost over."

I wanted nothing more than to sit beside him and put my arm around him, but something in me said that I needed an invitation to sit on the bed of the prince. Instead, I grabbed his hand and gently pulled him to his feet. He opened his mouth to question me, but I put my finger on his lips. He looked surprised- it was most certainly a Celeste move.

"I'm not tired yet, Your Majesty." The words came out incredibly formal, perhaps even regal. "The night isn't over until I say it is."

Maxon, to his credit, remained silent. Still holding his hand, I led him to the door. I peeked out cautiously; fearing what would happen if either of his parents caught me coming out his room at this hour. Or if anyone caught me, for that matter.

The coast was clear. I pulled him out the door and led him down the hall, keeping close to the wall. Walking like that, we made our way back to my room, ducking around corners and hiding in nooks and crannies when guards were near, giggling as they passed us, unsuspecting.

"Why are we hiding like this?" Maxon finally whispered.

I covered his mouth as a guard walked by. The guard was singing a well-known pop song horribly off-key, unaware anyone could hear him. Maxon and I both fought off the giggles as he passed.

"We're doing this because it's fun," I whispered back.

We made it back to my room without running into anybody else. Pushing open the door, we fell into the room, laughing hysterically.

From across the room, somebody cleared their throat. I looked up to see Anne glaring at me. Proper, she mouthed.

Sylvia, I mouthed back.

Maxon stood up and straightened himself up. "Good evening, ladies," he said briskly to my maids. "I apologize for my entrance. Please do not speak of this." I could see the corners of his mouth turning up into a smirk.

Anne sighed. "Its nice to see you having fun again, your majesty." She curtsied, and led Mary and Lucy out of the room.

As soon as the door closed, Maxon spun to face me. "What was that all about?"

"I was just being silly. Not very lady-like, but Anne is right. You're always so stressed. It's nice to see you enjoy yourself like that."

"So, you enjoy seeing me act like that?" Maxon questioned me seriously.

"Running a kingdom is difficult Maxon. I want to make sure you don't stress too much. Enjoy yourself."

"I always enjoy myself with you, America," Maxon said quietly.

I could feel the blush creeping across my face. Maxon leaned in and brushed a strand of hair out of my face, which only caused the blush to deepen.

"Can I kiss you?" Maxon whispered.

"You don't even have to ask," I whispered back, leaning ever so slightly towards him.

Maxon leaned over as well, and our lips met. In that moment, all the stress from the week melted away, and there was nothing but us. It was more than just the butterflies that everyone spoke about, but the twisting and turning of the sea, and it's subtle and dull churning. His soft sigh as our lips grazed, and my own heart ringing in my ears. Surely, I didn't want it to end.

It had to, though. After a moment, Maxon and I broke apart, my lips stinging with the feeling of the loss of his touch. I looked up at him, meeting his eyes. He was gazing at me intently, his eyes full of unspoken emotion. A gaze that I knew very well.

From my tree house days.

Despite everything I had done in the past few days, Maxon still loved me. Everything about him, from the way he looked at me to his behavior- desperately trying to make time for me, and being upset when our time was cut short- screamed of his feelings. And I had been foolish enough to jeopardize everything. Even now, after everything that happened, I was still keeping secrets, breaking his trust.

I had to tell him about the rumors.

"Maxon," I started.

"So what did you want to do with our remaining time?" Maxon asked with a grin.

I had to tell him, but our time together was fleeting. It could wait. I crossed the room and turned off the lights, and led him out to the balcony.

"I want to know what color the stars are," I told him with a grin. Maxon settled onto the cushioned bench and pulled me down beside him.

"I did promise to do that, didn't I," he said, pulling me against his chest. "Which ones do you want to know about?"

"All of them."

The corners of his mouth turned up. "Really? All of them? There are a lot of stars out there."

"You wanted to spend more time with me. I figure that all the stars should take a while." I scanned the starry sky, picking out my first target. "How about that one?"

"Actually, that's a planet."

I looked up at him in surprise. We hadn't studied much about the stars when I was growing up, but I had memories of my father telling me about other planets near ours. "Really?"

He nodded. "One of the gas ones. It's still white, actually."

"It looks so small from here." I settled back, leaning my head on Maxon's shoulder, letting the crisp night air wash over me. The weather was changing, getting colder, but Maxon's arms kept me warm. Everything was perfect. I let my eyes wander along the horizon, trying to pick out another star, when a flash of light caught my eye. I sat up and squinted at the source. It came again, a bright flash, and my eyes found what was unmistakably a fire, coming from the city beyond.

Maxon hadn't noticed. "Which one would you like to know about now?" Maxon was asking. He looked over at me.

"Maxon." I tried to keep my voice calm as I pointed out at the horizon. "What is that?"

Maxon followed my point, and squinted off into the distance. I saw his eyes widen as he spotted the fire. It had grown brighter in the past few seconds, rising high above the palace walls. The bitter smell of smoke drifted over, causing my eyes to sting and start watering. After a moment, I began to hear shouts from the palace guards as they were alerted. Men began sprinting across the grounds towards the source of the commotion. A mild panic began to gnaw at my insides. What was happening?

Maxon was already on his feet, his face etched with worry. "I need to go," he said. "They're going to need me. Stay in your room, keep the door locked."

And just like that, he was gone, leaving me alone in the cold night air.

A/N HI GUYS. NOT DEAD. SURPRISSSEEEEE. I am so sorry I haven't updated in forever! I have been SUPER BUSY with my new school (and also my boyfriend visiting for a week). It demands a lot of work. It's kind of scary, because their way of teaching is "Here are some tools in this program, now BUILD US THIS." (It works, trust me.) But I think I've gotten adjusted to it (mostly) so I promise I will not go two months without updating again.

So a note about this chapter…I do not know the entire backstory between Marlee and Carter. I think, if I had to guess, they might have met in the palace, but nothing says for sure (the Wiki was useless) SO I TRIED TO BE INCREDIBLY VAGUE BUT MAKE IT PLAUSIBLE, and I hope we get a real answer about when they met in the third book. If it was mentioned in one of the novellas, I have not read those (They are rewards for surviving these next four weeks of school) so yeah.

Thank you everyone for your continued support with this…I'm surprised with how many reviews I've gotten asking for more! I've got so many ideas for this story, I'm trying to choose the best ones instead of making this one of those never-ending fics. That would be cool, but I wanted to structure it like a book, so stuff needs to keep happening.

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