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Okay after that author's note I am happy to present you with Chapter 25!

Love Smashleigh

Chapter 25:

The sun kissed my shoulders and I slowly peeled my eyes open. A pair of doors leading out to the balcony stood open and the white curtains blew out into the early morning. Maxon was leaning against the railing looking out over the rolling hills. He looks so serene out there that I sit there and watch him for a few moments, taking him in. His white dress shirt was rolled up to the elbows and his bare feet peaked out from under his khakis, he just looked so casual.

"How long are you going to watch me?" he asked with a smile.

I felt a blush spread across my cheeks. "How long are you going to stand there?" I retorted returning his smile.

When he didn't answer and looked back at the rising sun I grabbed my robe and wrapped it around me. The air still chilled my bare legs so I gathered the fabric closer around me.

"Are you alright?" I asked leaning against the railing beside him.

He looked at me blankly and shook his head. "I really shouldn't have done that." he said. "I just…I…" He looked away with a pained expression.

"It's my fault not yours." I told him softly, willing him to look back at me.

He dropped his head and shook it. "No, no, it's all my fault." his voice was so strained that he almost sounded as if he was in pain.

I ran a hand through my hair hoping the tears would just disappear. We both knew it was a mistake but at the time we didn't care. Now we realized how serious this was. We've never had an uncomfortable silence until now. It pulled at me a bit to say something -anything- to make this better. Nothing came to mind.

So I turned around and walked back into the room. What could we change now? NOTHING! So I wasn't going to mope about it any longer.

"Where are you going?" Maxon asked as I slipped into one of my day dresses.

"For a walk." I said shortly.

The gardens were quiet and I walked to the furthest spot. I've been here once or twice on some of my walks and enjoyed being isolated from cameras and prying eyes, but never my fiancé. It seems odd to be here because of loving someone so much, doesn't it? I hope- and dear God I hope it comes true- that we can just forget about it and move on. But part of me doesn't even like that. Why would I forget this when there's nothing wrong about loving someone? So what if we broke one tiny rule? Who was ever going to find out? Surely Maxon wouldn't tell anyone and I refused to tell anyone. It could be our little secret.

I let out a frustrated groan and dropped my head in my hands. Oh who was I kidding? For all I know I could be…no, no that can't be right? If I was then… a gasp escaped me at how serious this really could become! If anyone found out I could be executed! Even if he is my fiancé I didn't have any special benefits! And Maxon… he'd probably live on because no one would execute the Prince of Illéa over my folly. I'd get all the blame and no one would even glance at me again.

I needed a distraction so I pulled out the papers I snatched off my desk. Immediately my eyes lingered on the plans for Maxon's birthday. It was a long list of his favorite things that finally led up to the theme that we both remember. It was the most fun I'd seen him have in months and the best night of my life when I was in his arms. Halloween.

Maybe that's what Maxon needs too, a distraction. This party would be almost two weeks before Halloween though and that only gave me about five days to plan! That is if he still wasn't upset about all of…this.

After she walked out I unlocked the door adjoining our rooms and stormed in. I've never been angrier in my life! With me, with her, with every little thing! How could I do this?

I dug through the drawer of my nightstand and pulled out the key hidden in the back of the drawer. The room beyond the door probably stood dusted and nasty but I didn't care. It's the only room I'd use when there were no other…outlets.

The key fit snuggly in the lock and the wall swung open. I don't know if I should tell America about it because it's not a trait most people associate with a Prince. Gladly no one's noticed the scars on my hands.

It wasn't until close to lunch that I finally came out of the room and to my Mother sitting in a chair, patiently waiting for me to come out. When she saw me struggling to shrug back on my shirt she shook her head. "It's not like you can hide now." she said sweetly.

I rubbed my head with the towel and felt the sticky sweat seep through. Had I really spent four hours in there? I guess it makes sense when you do something for a while.

"How long have you been…" she began searching for the word.

"Boxing? Fighting?" I finished with a smile. "Since I refuse to shoot a gun or swing a sword. It all seems too violent."

"And fighting isn't?" she teases.

I laughed and walk towards my closet. A shower would have to wait since lunch was in about half an hour. Midway through buttoning my shirt she spoke again. "I know what you did."

I fumbled with the last button and turned to her. "What are you talking about?" I asked as steadily as I can.

She gives me a sad smile. "I wish I didn't know but it's not difficult to tell." she says. "I'm very disappointed."

I ran a hand over my face. Of course she would know! I can never underestimate her. There is not one thing my Mother's ever missed. NEVER! I was too stupid to think I'd get away with this.

"What am I going to do?" I asked my voice cracking on the last word.

She sighs and shakes her head. "I don't know." she says. "This was never a situation I planned on fixing."

Lunch was just me and my parents; America was nowhere to be found. I worried she was upset with me and decided to eat alone. My Mother noticed my distressed look. "Why don't you go check on her?" she suggested softly.

I nodded and excused myself before practically running towards the stairs. As soon as I reached them I took them two at a time and reached the third floor in no time. Her bedroom door was wide open and people were walking in and out shuffling papers and sharing ideas. I slowly approach her door and peer in. Scattered on her desk are even more papers and in the middle of this chaos she stood shuffling through folders.

"What is all this?" I asked her.

Her head shot up and immediately everything stopped. Wordlessly people shuffled with armfuls of papers out of the room until not one was left. She just looked at me blankly while twirling a finger around a loose strand of hair absently.

I sighed. "Stop doing that." I said stepping closer and taking her hand.

"What?" she asked remaining stiff.

I tilted her head up to look at me. "Why are you doing this?" I asked softly.

She looked away but I pulled her head back to look at me. At my sudden force her eyes widened. "What?" she asked again.

"What were all those papers for?" I asked her suspiciously.

"Nothing." she said a little too quickly.

I raised an eyebrow at her. She tried keeping a straight face but failed. When she looked back at me there was a smile spread across her face and it lit up her eyes.

"You aren't getting any information from me." she said sauntering away.

I pulled her back and wrapped her in my arms. She struggled a bit but then relaxed and I loosened my grip on her slightly. When she looked up at me I leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. A smile played on her lips and she kissed me back.

"Now will you tell me?" I pushed.

She tightened her lips together and shook her head. "There is no way you are getting a peep out of me."

I rolled my eyes. "I can think of many ways to get something out of you." I whispered softly in her ear.

She pushed me away and walked back over to her desk. "Go before I miss one detail for this party." she said picking up a folder.

"Party?" I asked her.

She clamped a hand over her mouth her eyes growing moist with tears. "Damn my tongue." she said sadly.

"Don't cry." I laughed and strode over to her.

She placed the folder down and crossed her arms. Apparently comforting her was not something she wanted but I didn't care. I folded her into my arms and kissed her forehead.

"Would this have to do with my birthday?" I asked her.

She nodded and looked back up at me. "But you have to act surprised!" she demanded.

I chuckled and kissed her pouting lips. "Of course I will be." I said and then added. "Thank you."

Her smile grew and she wrapped her arms around me. "No need to thank me if it's a surprise."

"Not yet." I said and kissed the top of her head.

I updated this at 2:23 when I realized there were no breaks! So sorry!