America's POV

What have I gotten myself into?

It's only been a few weeks since I've started seeing Maxon, but what a crazy few weeks it has been. I really should have been more secretive about seeing him because now everyone's talking about it. All these news reporters and interviewers keep asking me about what's going to happen with Maxon and me. It's all anyone cares about and it's been driving me crazy. And that's not even the worst of it.

Two days ago, Maxon tried to kiss me. It just came out nowhere! I was so not ready.

I was getting ready to leave, when he got close to me. A bit too close for my liking. Maxon was putting his arms around me and gazing into my eyes. I realized what he was doing and pushed him away. It was the worst way to reject his kiss. The hurt was clear in his eyes.

I probably shouldn't have pushed him away like that, but I freaked. I got even more freaked when I was talking to Derrick yesterday.

He was saying how if the thing with Maxon got any farther, couldn't I potentially be the next Queen? I said yes and he raised his eyebrows at me. At first I didn't get it, but then I realized if I became Queen, I would have to trade being a musician with being Queen, who would have to have kids. Kids! I don't want kids! I don't want to spend the rest of my life as a Queen! I loved making music and having this freedom I would never have as a Queen.

They say if you've found your true love, you'll give up and do anything for them. Does that mean Maxon isn't my true love?

Maxon's POV

As I went to my father's office to drop off some papers, I thought about America and me. I knew it was getting to her. All of Illea did want to know about us. Maybe it didn't help when I tried to kiss her, but the time felt right for me. I guess not so much for her. Loving her was always so difficult.

I really wanted to straighten things out with her. I wasn't too busy today. I could always go see her, as long as I didn't attract too much attention. I got to my father's office.

"Hello Father, "I said as I sauntered in.

"Maxon, do you have those papers?"

"Yes, here you go. Also, while I'm here, do you think I could go to see America?" He looked up from his work.

"Maxon, I get you're in love and all, but these things have to be planned in advance. You're a prince. I can't just send you wherever you want to go."

"I'm sure it won't take that long to arrange. I could even arrange it. You just need to give me permission."

"Maxon," He said sternly. My father might have softened up, but he was my father.

"Fine. Bye." On my way out, I was stopped by a guard.

"Your Majesty. Someone is here to see you. She is waiting in your room."

"Who…" Then I realized who it was, "Of course. Thank you for telling me." I rushed to my room. She was here!

I got to my door and stopped a little. I didn't have a plan for what to say. Too late now, Maxon. I quickly opened the door, ready to explain everything.

"Bonjour, darling."