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Chapter 11:

She hadn't even realized I was watching her yet. Her maids were blocking her view of me while I watched them wavy her long hair. It took a lot to just sit back and watch when all I wanted to do was to hinder. I just adore her hair.

"Thank you ladies." she said running a hand over her hair. They curtsied and moved away. As soon as they moved she spotted me. "Have you been watching this whole time?" she asked with a smile.

I strode into the room and twirled a piece of her hair. "It's beautiful to see your hair down." I told her. "Why don't you wear it down more often?"

She turned to look at me. "What are you up to?" she asked.

I sighed. "I'm just nervous okay?" I told her. "It's not exactly the most appealing date if you hadn't noticed."

She giggled. "Oh I quite agree." she said standing up. "Daphne and I aren't exactly ideal friends."

I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close to me. "Well it just so happens that Fredrick and I aren't very pleased with each other either." I told her.

"Then why go on with this date?" she asked. "We obviously don't like them."

"It's only to show Fredrick and Daphne that I've found someone." I said leaning closer to her. "And that would be you."

She leaned up and closed the gap. I returned her kiss softly and pulled back to look into her beautiful blue irises. She looked back at me and we just stared in a comfortable silence.

"We should get going." she said sadly.

I nodded and straightened my suit. She helped straighten out my tie and I pushed her hair back over her shoulder. "Shall we my dear?" I asked her offering her my arm.

She laughed and accepted my arm. "What is with royalty and saying 'shall'?" she teased me.

"You'll just have to find out." I whispered to her.

Maxon and I strolled outside into the garden to wait for Fredrick and Daphne. It was a cool night and I didn't exactly expect the chill. My pink gown my maids made for me was not exactly made for outdoor conditions. It was a strapless sweetheart that flowed from the waist.

"Here," Maxon said removing his jacket.

I accepted the jacket and he place it around my shoulders. Maxon placed and arm around my waist and I rested my head on his shoulder. We strolled around like that for what seemed like hours until we heard voices.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" someone whisper hissed.

Maxon and I stopped. Whoever they were they were right around the corner. So we started slowly backing away.

"You want to get rid of her don't you?" another person said. I froze when I recognized her voice. Celeste.

"More than anything!" I now realized it was Daphne.

"Then do as I said." Celeste said. There were a few muffled movements and then everything was silent.

My knees suddenly felt weak and I had to lean on Maxon for support. I realized I was hyperventilating and tried to take small easy breaths. But it was no use. I felt so afraid in those few moments that I felt like I was going to faint.

"Let's get you inside." Maxon said scooping me up.

So many thoughts were going through my head. Why was she doing this? Could she not accept that I chose America over her? I never even chose her in the first place!

"Maxon?" America mumbled turning her head.

I got her up to her room as soon as she fainted. This had to be really difficult for her these past few weeks. On top of that we just found out Daphne was planning something. It's too much for me but I can only imagine how awful it is on her.

"I'm here America." I told her rubbing her hand.

"Don't leave me." she pleaded opening her eyes to look at me. "Please."

I kissed her hand. "I'm not leaving your side." I assured her.

"Don't make that promise Maxon." someone said behind me.

I turned and met the cold, gray eyes of my Father. He looked at us with no emotion whatsoever.

"Why wouldn't I?" I snapped. "She's been put through enough."

"Yes she has." my Father agreed. "Which is why I'm sending her home."