I'm back! FINALLY! Yay! Annika's the best! Sorry, I made a small mistake, my parents got furious, and I had to go without electronics for...a long time! Still, I'm here now, so stop crying and let's get to this stuff and stuff. that made no sense… O_o
Okay. From the reviews, I can tell some people are confused, so let me clarify some things:
Yes, I know that Clarkson and Anne are dead in the real series but this is a fanfiction so I get to do whatever I want. I brought them back to life. Sue me. (don't actually because I'm only 14…)
America decides to leave the palace because the king's words got to her and she feels that she doesn't belong- bad move? I don't care I did it anyway :)
She goes to her room and, before she faints from blood loss in her back, she tells her maids not to tell Maxon anything (her back, the fact that she fainted; don't let him find out) She was too dizzy to think so she pretty much just blurted out "don't tell Maxon."
The rebel alarm never went off (and as you know I like the whole damsel in distress thing so clearly there WILL be rebels *evil hand rub*)
Mkay I hope that cleared up some stuff! If you have any questions, let me know in the reviews! See you at the bottom…
Maxon's POV
After the maid came and informed me that America was sick and needed to get her rest, I shot up in my chair. I was about to run to her room when the maid told me that she needed to rest and that she wouldn't be disturbed. I knew I could have just gone anyway, I felt that it was only fair for my fiancée to get rested.
My fiancée. Every time I said those words my heart skipped an extra beat. I knew someday I would be engaged to someone, but it was the best feeling in the world to be engaged to the love of my life. Every time I saw America it was like falling in love with her all over again. Her fiery red hair and her beautiful, icy blue eyes made my heart melt.
I can't wait to marry her and make her mine. I want more than anything to show her how much I love her. Only a couple of months and we will be each other's until death ripped us apart, and nothing else.
"Shh! Be quiet! Don't overwhelm her!"
I shot up in bed, and regretting my action, yelped from the pain that shot through my back.
"Lady America, calm yourself. We didn't mean to startle you."
I winced in pain and opened my eyes again, revealing to myself the scene around me. I'm lying in bed in my room and I'm surrounded the big eyes of my maids. They're all staring down at me with worried expressions on their faces.
"We didn't know what to do Lady America! You told us not to tell Maxon and we panicked, so we just fixed you up ourselves. We tried our best, so the pain is probably still there, but we cleaned you up and bandaged you as best we could."
"Thank you so much, Anne. Yes, my back feels like I'm lying on a bed of hot coal, but at least no one knows about it. Don't worry. You did the right thing."
Anne, Mary, and Lucy looked at me as if I had grown a third eye. It was then that I realized I foolishly hadn't told my maids why I had come into my room with blood gushing out of my back.
"Oh." I said with realization. I hesitated and held the girls' eyes, deciding. "You guys need to promise not to tell a soul."
"Oh yes Lady America. We swear," the three of them cooed.
"Alright. Now don't get all crazy, since this is intense stuff, but I believe you can handle it." I paused, took a deep breath, and spoke. "King Clarkson caned me."
My maids stood there, processing at first. Then, one at a time, their eyes grew to the size of grapefruits. They began to mob me with questions, but with a wave of my hand, they were hushed.
"You knew from the beginning that Clarkson despised me. Turns out he's been holding on to that hate and anger, and he's been saving it for the right time. He finally got me alone, and he took all his anger out on my back."
The girls opened their mouths to say something, but I had to tell them "Please. You will not under any circumstances tell anyone about this. Not even Maxon. I don't want his sympathy and I don't want him to mention this in the slightest way to his father."
"Alright miss."
I waited a few moments before moving on. "Now, if you don't mind, I need your help packing. I'm leaving."
Ew sorry guys! I didn't realize how terrible I would be at writing from Maxon's POV...or anyone's POV to be honest! I know his side was short, but I couldn't think of anything else to say, so I just ended that disgustingness (not a word I know I know). Never again unless you request! I'm sorry I put you through that!
As for the rest of the story, all I can say is *barfs* Oh and yeah sorry but yes 'tis true America is leaving the palace :)
I promise you it WILL get better than this, I just was feeling rushed today. And DON'T WORRY! You will get your happy ending at the...end...which is a while from now mwahaha
Anyways, hopefully none of you hate me! Until next time!
~Annika