Hi guys! I think you'll enjoy this chapter. :) Thanks for all the reviews, follows, and favorites! Y'all are seriously the best. Thanks to a reviewer, I got the idea to do a POV from King Clarkson. You'll kind of find out what kind of a person I think he is. Anyways, enjoy!

America's POV

I wake up in a guard's arms. Where am I? Looking around, I see I am in a safe room. Another rebel attack! Who brought me here?

I hear a gunshot, then a grunt of pain. Was someone shot? The guard notices I'm awake and sets me down. The next thing I see is Maxon falling to the ground, blood pouring from his leg.

"Maxon!" someone screams. That someone is me. Time stands still as I run forward, falling to my knees by his side. "Maxon." This time it is more of a whisper.

He is deathly pale, but his eyes are still barely open. "Someone help him!" I cry. Why is no one giving him medical treatment? Then I realize. There is no medical help in the room.

A guard rushes forward, bringing an emergency medical kit with him. "I've had a little experience at this, Lady America. Let me help." he says calmly.

Maxon stirs, but barely. "Maxon, listen to me. Everything will be ok. Just come back to me." I comfort him. The guard is examining his leg.

"Just come back." I sob.

"He's out cold miss. Can't hear anything you say." the guard informs me. I look at his name tag. It reads "Elsbury".

"Officer Elsbury, I appreciate your concern. But talking to Maxon even when he is unconscious makes me feel better, so I will continue to do it. Thank you." I say, a bit coldly.

He blushes, and keeps working on Maxon's leg. "Of course, Lady America."

After comforting Maxon a little while longer, I take a look around the room. Celeste is sitting on a cot, reading a magazine and not looking the least bit worried. Kriss is in the corner, shaking. Must be either too scared or too sad to come over. The king is standing with his arm around the queen, looking angry. Angry at what? Maxon's injury? I doubt it. One who whips his own son doesn't care too much about that son's pain. Is he angry at me? I hope not.

The queen is standing tall and erect, calm at a moment even like this. But as I watch her, a single tear slides down her cheek before she can stop it. It is quickly wiped away by her husband. He doesn't want the royal family looking weak.

The rebel that shot Maxon must be gone, for I don't hear any commotion outside. He must have been a Southern rebel, or a desperate Northern one. I don't know and I don't want to know.

Officer Elsbury speaks up. "Prince Maxon needs to go to a hospital, and soon. I have done all I can for him, but it is not enough, your majesties." he addresses the king and queen.

"Do you think we can just get up and go to a hospital?" The king snaps.

Officer Elsbury shakes his head vehemently. "No, sire, I'm just informing you that he needs more experienced help. The infirmary in the palace would work."

"Well, we can't exactly go there right now, can we?" the king seethes. Just after he finishes his sentence, the door opens and a guard walks in.

"The rebels are gone." he informs us.

Kriss finally speaks. "Get Maxon to the infirmary, and quickly!" she demands to no one in particular. Two guards carefully lift him up and carry him away. "Be careful!" I exclaim.

Two hours later, I am waiting impatiently outside the infirmary's doors for a doctor to come tell me Maxon's condition. Maxon's parents already know if he is ok, but I don' door finally slides open, and out walks a nurse.

"Doctor Harvey is able to see you." she informs me. I quickly walk in to see the doctor waiting.

"Is Maxon alright?!" I question. "He's fine." Doctor Harvey assures me. "In critical condition when he came, but we performed surgery and the bullet is out of him. He won't be able to walk on that leg for a few weeks, but other than that, he's ok." I am so relieved.

"Can I go and see him?" I ask. The doctor smiles understandingly. "Of course. He is just waking up." Good. I want my face to be the first one he sees.

I walk over to Maxon's bed and gently stroke his cheek. His eyes flutter open, and when he sees me standing there, he smiles. "America, are you ok?" I laugh.

"I'm fine, Maxon. The question is, are you ok?" I reply. Maxon is so unselfish.

"I can't feel my leg, and my head is pounding, but other than that I'm fine." he assures me.

"Good. I don't know what I would do without you." I whisper.

"And I don't know what I would do without you." he whispers back. I smile gently as he takes my hand and pulls me down so our noses are touching.

"I love you." he says.

"I love you too." I reply. He closes the distance between us and our lips meet. The kiss is passionate and hungry, yet sweet and gentle. We were so afraid to lose each other, to lose what we had. But he is fine and I am fine. We are both alive, and with each other. And that's all that counts.

Maxon's POV

I wake up to a gentle hand stroking my face. My eyes open and I see an angel standing above me. An angel with bright red hair and blue-gray eyes. That is no angel, that is my America. I smile.

"America, are you ok?" I ask. Was she injured by the rebel too?" She laughs, a light carefree sound. "I'm fine Maxon." she replies.

That's good to know. She continues. "The question is, are you ok?" Am I? I don't feel too bad, not like someone who was just shot. "I can't feel my leg, and my head is pounding, but other than that I'm fine."

America looks relieved. "Good. I don't know what I would do without you." she whispers. My heart melts. "And I don't know what I would do without you." I whisper back. I take her hand and gently pull her down so our noses touch. My lips are tingling, yearning to touch hers.

"I love you." I say. I really do.

"I love you too." she replies warmly, confidently. I close the distance between us and we kiss. I like her kisses better than anyone else's. Celeste forces herself upon you, and Kriss is too hesitant, like she's afraid to touch me. But America is just right. She makes me feel...loved.

We pull back all too soon as the doctor walks in. He clears his throat, embarrassed. "Lady America, I am going to have to ask you to leave. Prince Maxon needs his rest."

America nods understandingly. "Of course doctor." She gives me a quick kiss on the cheek, and walks away, leaving an aching feeling in the pit of my stomach.

As soon as I close my eyes, I fall asleep.

King Clarkson's POV:

How could my son, the crown Prince of Illea, be shot?! He's supposed to have guards protecting him! If the rebel had shot to kill, Maxon would be dead by now. And it's all that red-head's fault. Lady America, destroyer of kingdoms. Why couldn't Maxon have just eliminated her? He wouldn't be hurt right now, although I don't really care what condition he's in as long as he's alive. He could be cripple for all I care.

Lady America. Even the sound of her name makes me angry. Right now we are in the safe room and she is talking to Maxon even though he's unconscious. She's a crazy one, that girl. She'll ruin the country if she becomes queen. Which I don't intend to let happen. If I have to whip her until she's almost dead, or plan an assassination, then so be it. But that girl will not become queen.

My wife, the perfect example of a queen, stands beside me. She is staring at our son, not crying, just staring. I taught her how to control her emotions, and she learned well. A single tear escapes her eye. I quickly wipe it away before anyone sees. The royal family cannot appear weak.

The officer who is working on my son speaks up. "Prince Maxon needs to go to a hospital, and soon. I have done all I can for him, but it is not enough, your majesties." he informs me.

"Do you think we can just get up and go to a hospital?" I snap. That is not possible.

The officer, I don't care to know his name, shakes his head vehemently. "No, sire, I'm just informing you that he needs more experienced help. The infirmary in the palace would work." Who does he think he is?

"Well, we can't exactly go there right now, can we?" I seethe. A second afterward, the door opens and a guard walks in.

"The rebels are gone." he informs us.

Lady Kriss says, "Get Maxon to the infirmary, and quickly!" She would make a good queen, demanding yet silent. She would just step back and let Maxon do everything, which means I would do everything. I don't intend to let Maxon really rule this country. I will control him, unseen. That's what my father did, until I killed him. But Maxon would never do that. He's not strong enough mentally or emotionally.

Two guards carefully lift Maxon up and carry him away. "Be careful!" Lady America exclaims. That girl makes me so mad. She will have to be taken care of.

Soon.

That how I imagine the king. Evil and greedy for power. I'm thinking of doing more POVs for him, what do y'all think? Hope you enjoyed the little bit of fluff, and I will update ASAP. Anyways, good luck with exams, and Merry early Christmas!