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Chapter 12:

"We have to get the Prince, are you sure about the plan?"

"Absolutely," I replied to the officer.

This was it. This was the time wear I better lie well. I watched as he walked away. The rebels would be here in under 45 minutes. I took a deep breath. Who knows; maybe I'll die. I just have to do this.

All I could think about is Maxon. I made them promise no matter what that Maxon wouldn't come after me. He has to be safe. He just has to.

I heard footsteps coming and I knew it was time. I began walking toward the danger. One step at a time. Suddenly I saw a light coming and I shuffled one step back. Not a single sound was made.

"Who's there," a rude voice said.

I hid my fear and said, "America Singer." Yes, I left my new last name because it shows that I don't give a crap about it.

All of a sudden they came into view and grabbed me. I started moving, but it was no use.

"Well, looks like we have our prey for the next trap." One of them, probably with higher power, said.

"Wait, I have a feeling I can help you," I got out before they strangled me again.

He gave a dark chuckle. "Oh yes, yes you can."

"Just give me a few minutes and then you can do whatever you want."

"Oh sweetheart, that ain't gonna happen." He said smirking.

"You all realize I was a Five. I was starving at home with my family. We were yelling at the screen because of the damned royal line. I didn't want to enter the Selection….. but I knew that I could do some things by pretending to fall in love with Maxon."

This got them silent. They nodded for me to continue.

"My father hated the royal family. My entire family did, in fact. We were all smart though. We learned to use everything to our advantage from gigs to consumers of the sculptures my father made. I was of course against the Selection, but my father had an idea. If I could get close enough to Prince Maxon, then I could end it all. I hated the idea, but they made me fill out the form. I even kicked Maxon as many of you know. I improved my acting and flirted with him and made him feel like he was a part of my life. He fell for all of it. I came down here, with a lot of pain in the ass, so we can discuss a plan. What kind of rule do you want? Maxon's gonna be gone for sure," I said attempting to laugh evilly.

I couldn't say the word "kill." It was too painful. I took in everything I had been taught. Eye direction, body posture, way of speaking and I think they fell for it. I knew they would ask the next question and I was prepared. It was time for my fake fiery anger to show.

"Why should we believe you.?" One of them asked suspecting.

I smiled. "You think I'd risk my life and spend hours in secret just to be lying to you. You think I don't hate that damn Prince. Do you believe I had a good life as a Five. Do you think I liked starving. Do you think I'd risk everything just so I can 'love' somebody? Well, I wouldn't."

Judging by their expression they believed every lie I have just told.

"Alright, but how and when do we discuss."

"This place is awful and dusty, do you have a room here for planning?" I ask pretending to eb annoyed with the structure around me.

"Yes we do, I believe we can go there. I'm Chet Grickman, leader of the Southern rebels."

"America Singer, and let's get rid of this hell of an Ilean monarchy."

We started walking down the pathway.

We reach the door and Chet slowly opens it. They didn't realize, guards were hiding in the closest surrounding the room.

When we walked in, lights immediately turned on. There were old chairs around the table. There were about 10 men plus me. We all walked to a seat.

Suddenly the guards came out of the closet and so did the advisors and the tiniest bit of King Clarkson was shown. Before guards could take one rebels gun he shot the king. The guards were quick once that happened and the room was locked.

After a few minutes every single one of them had two guards holding them down and advisors were all huddling over the King.

Maxon was crouched by him as well.

"Somebody help him," Maxon shouted.

"Maxon, it's okay. Deal with the rebels, I've a long life. Rule this country well, I'm sorry." King Clarkson said his voice barley even a whisper.

"No, you can't leave me like Mom. Who's going to be there," Maxon said worriedly.

"America." The King replied.

Maxon immediately turned to me and I held his hand.

"You're going to be amazing, Maxon. I've done bad things to you and your mother and I hope you forgive me. Goodbye son." Those were the last words he spoke.

It was a short goodbye. No big speech on how much he loved him, probably because he's…. King Clarkson. He whipped, Maxon.

"Maxon," I whisper. "We've got rebels to deal with now."

We both stood up and faced them.

"Alright so number one thing…. My name is America Shreave and I'd never in this damn world hurt my husband." I said fiercely.

I continued, "I wasn't completely lying when I said I know how it feels to be hungry and poor. Also, I didn't want to enter the Selection. I didn't like Maxon as well, but I misjudged him. That's what you are doing. You are planning ways to end the royal line when really you could be working with them. Do you realize that we care about your opinions? I understand, you may not have loved King Clarkson's rule as well as Gregory Ileá's. Trust me we don't either. We don't like the castes and yes we've read the diaries. We know everything, but you can't change years of working with a snap. You need to do it slowly and trust me killing people isn't going to help. We need to sit and talk."

Everyone was speechless from the rebels to the guards to Maxon.

I cleared my throat. "May I ask what caste you were in Chet?"

"Five," he said quietly as if a wave of pain was passing through him.

"How come you hate the monarchy so much?"

"My great-grandmother was related to Gregory Ileá. She read the diaries and she knew the secrets. She was one of the starters of the Southern rebels. She was a tough woman."

Wow, a woman leading the Southern rebels. Impressive.

"Will you tell your troupes to stop so we can talk? I know how you feel, but hurting people isn't going to help."

"Fine, but we better come to a compromise."

I looked at Maxon who hasn't spoken. He finally says, "I have a feeling we can make something work."

"Alright, so if we immediately take away caste Eight, admit five of you guys to the council, and sign a treaty saying we will make sure the caste system is gone within the next 10 years. Oh and the Northern rebels already stopped because of the announcement of new king?" Maxon asked confirming everything we had decided over the last 8 hours.

The now 30 rebels nodded their heads.

Alright, Maxon, the advisors, and I all signed the paper.

I stood up and said, "I'm glad we've talked this out. Once again I assure you we'll make Ileá a better place and Maxon and I will put every ounce of effort we have in it."

Chet stood up and said, "Thank you… Queen America…. For considering that we have our own story to tell. You'll rule well."

All of them really have been through a lot. Chet wasn't as bad as I thought. The Southern rebels had morbid minds, but only because of people they've lost and how they've trained. We all stood up and walked out. Life really was complicated, but Maxon was there holding my hand and I was there holding his. We'd have to deal with council members and caste Eight, but Maxon whispered that our honeymoon was just around the corner. We'd also mourn the death of King Clarkson and Queen Amberly as well as hold a funeral for them.

Once we were done having a small conversation with the advisors and congratulating everybody on stopping the southern rebels, Maxon and I walked into his room. The moment the door shut, I hugged Maxon. He hugged me for a second clearly comforted by the touch, but then pulled away.

"AMERICA SHREAVE, WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME YOU WERE GOING TO RISK YOUR LIFE."

"oopsies," I said shrugging.

"Mere, I just lost my father, and my mother died a few days ago, and you're literally the only thing I have and you go and risk your life, and I'm told you're talking to southern rebels, and I can't go to you and all of a sudden the Southern rebels are gone and-"

"Maxon, shhhh, listen to me. It was for us and I promise I'll explain tomorrow, but you need to rest. It's been a long day." I said slowly.

Even though it was morning we had to sleep.

"But-"

I gave him a stern glare.

"Fine," he mumbled.

I decided I might as well change into something comfy. I quickly grabbed a cotton dress.

"Could you unzip my dress?" I asked Maxon.

He smirked, "Of course, your majesty."

I playfully swatted him and then changed in his bathroom

My hair was already down so I quickly washed off my makeup.

Maxon was in his suit, which probably the advisers made him change into. He took of his coat and hung it on the coat hanger in his room. I walked up and unbuttoned his shirt. He quickly took it off.

I pulled him in for a kiss. He pulled away fairly quickly.

"I'm supposed to be mad at you," he whined.

I laughed and just crawled into his bed. He went and changed as well and soon he snuggled with me.

I couldn't wait till our honeymoon.

I can't believe I just killed another character. I've literally been thinking what to do with the King for a while, but I knew it would be WAY to complicated if he were here so I said goodbye to him. I'm so glad the rebel business is sorted out. This chapter was one of the hardest to write because I wanted to capture their hardships right as well as be original. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed that chapter! I'm sure America is excited to go on their honeymoon ;)

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