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Chapter 10:
Queen Amberly's POV:
I stared at the note stuck on my bed side table.
We're coming….
For you
The rebels. I wish I could do something to stop them and take them away. I wish I could protect Maxon. I knew they were coming. They were coming for me.
I quickly picked up the note and folded it until it was an extremely tiny square. I knew that there was nothing I could do, plus they've always been after me.
Before I joined the Selection, I was a Four. The royal family doesn't realize that there are castes inside of castes. They don't exist, but they are definitely there. My family and I were on the lower end of Fours so we were somewhat close to Fives. Many people in my province were teaming with rebels at the time. My family didn't believe in all of that fighting so obviously we stayed away. A few days before I got picked for the Selection a close friend told me to be careful. I didn't understand what she meant. Turns out she was rebel which I found out later on. She told me a month into the Selection during a rebel attack that the one picked would be the one the rebels were after. The problem was that they took their time with it. I never spoke with her after, but I knew she was serious about that.
Now that was a long time ago; nearly 20 years. They wanted me gone at the right time. At the time where it would be an advantage to them. 20 years ago, there weren't many attacks. Me dying wouldn't really help them. So they waited and every time a good change happened I'd live a tiny bit longer. Who knows how it added up to 20 years, but it did .
I was prepared though. I know that my death will give time for us to attack. I slowly took out a pen and paper. I knew that I most likely wouldn't say goodbye in person so I wanted to write something to Clarkson.
I started writing. It brought tears in my eyes to remember everything.
The bad memories were bad, but the good were amazing. Clarkson had hurt many people. I don't care if he hurts me, but he hurt our son. Maxon never would tell me what he did, but he clearly did something.
I think the last time I heard him say I love you was when Maxon was 7. That was 12 years ago. It's hard to know how much has changed. The memories were still there though. Oh, I miss the smile on his face.
I hid the note in the drawer and lay down on my bed.
There are a lot of things in this land I'd like to change. I wish the title of Queen was put to a better use. I'd rather actually go out and help people then wave to them on a camera. It was hard to conceal everything, but I had to for Clarkson. Those leaks would cost Maxon and I many things. It's hard to know that I could've done more. I wish I could stop being so tired and help people. I wish I could hug my family. I miss those days where Maxon would sit on my lap and beg me for a story. I miss those days when Clarkson and I could enjoy a great breakfast. I'm so glad that I could have one son. I love Maxon so much and I'll miss him.
*A few days after*
"We've been waiting to get you, my Queen," someone said mockingly.
I watched as rebels came into my room. A part of the ceiling fell and I jumped. They grabbed me and tied my tied hands together as well as covered my mouth.
"You should be easy to kill," one said snickering.
I shook trying to get lose, but I realized it was no help.
I don't know when I woke up, but it was in a dark cell
"Oh good, you're awake," a cruel voice said.
"Alert the Leader," another said.
I wondered if Maxon and America were okay. I wondered if Clarkson was as well. What even happened? They have to be safe. They have to be there to attack.
A rebel garbs me harshly and forced me up. I tried to go down, but it didn't work. They led me to a room where a black masked man stood.
"Of course the Queen is finally here," he chorus.
They kicked me and I fell onto my knees. It looked like I was bowing to him.
Now I'm going to ask a few questions. We knew you'd be handy one day," he said chuckling
"Or what," I said strongly.
"You get tortured until u die," he said a wicked, disgusting smile on his lips.
He brought out a sharp knife and started by asking, "Where are the diaries?"
I stayed silent and he repeated the question twice. Then he brought the knife on my face and slid it down. The gash stung, but I knew there was far worse to come.
He kept asking questions and then hurting me. It was painful, but there was no way I was letting them hurt everybody I loved. I felt like I was dying and I was so glad I wrote that note. It's okay not to be okay.
"Let's show them how strong we are. Give them a dead body," I heard a rebel say. I was knocked out from the pain of all the stabs and gashes.
"No," I said whimpering.
One of them kicked me hard and I closed my eyes again. They started dragging me out. I wasn't exactly conscious so I don't how we got to the tunnels.
All I knew was that if the guards found the tunnel, they would see my dead body. Otherwise I'd be left to rot. They threw me on the ground and kicked me one last time.
I felt myself sleeping. I don't know if I was dying, but I definitely wasn't awake. Who knew what would happen next.
Heaven is nice. It's pretty cozy, but I do miss the real world. Sometimes when I look at Maxon it makes me want to cry. America is there for him though. I can't tell what's going on in Clarkson's mind. Sometimes he seems sad, sometimes he seems mad, sometimes he looks empty. I can see America's plan about to spring into action. I'm scared, she's all Maxon has. He loves her so much. She doesn't understand that if she dies, Maxon won't be able to see any more light. She has to live; she must. I think I miss being able to be real, but it's for the better. I have much hope for the future. I can see Maxon and America holding their first child as well as them getting old together. He really found the perfect wife.
So in these clouds
All I can really say
Is that you must learn to be a fire
That won't be troubled by rain
This was a hard chapter to write because I really don't know how Queen Amberly would think. I think you guys can tell that the plan is coming up soon. Please review, favorite, and follow!