Rebecca Ch 20
Au Note: Yeah I know. Hold up.
Without further ado, Rebecca Ch 20, The Epilogue Part 2
But, America and I got ours. Sort of.
After the Report, Maxon saw that there was no way to control the riots, so he let America go. Rumors around the palace said that her father had to drag her out crying because she wanted to stay with Maxon anyway, even if it meant her death.
She had spent many months in her parents' house. She watched Prince Maxon get married, the announcement of Elise's pregnancy. Rumor had it that Elise was never the same after Handom's death, and, even though Maxon became king shortly after their marriage, Post-Queen Amberly did her work for her.
America had seen the three bodies (Kriss, Celeste, and King Clarkson) be hung as well
A month after the baby was born, the nurses and maids and even Maxon started realizing that Elise was weaning the baby off of her breast milk. Two months after, they found that Elise had hung herself. A note was found in her pocket that said that Maxon had to take care of the baby himself, not the nannies, or get a wife that would.
A week after the funeral, Maxon heard a voice on the radio that immediately soothed both him and the crying baby in his arms. The voice was singing a lullaby. It was a popular singer that Maxon had no time to keep track of. As the voice soothed the baby to sleep (nothing could get her to sleep, nothing) MAxon listened closer and realized it was America.
After the song, an announcer came on and said, "Can you believe that Lady America wants to quit singing professionally. Yeah, she says she wants to settle down, find a husband, and have a kid."
Maxon immediately called her up to see if she would mind coming to the palace and helping take care of the baby. Maxon had said that Elise had wanted someone she had known to take care of her kid and that Maxon was the only one she could think of. Of course, he never mentioned that Elise had asked him to marry someone if he couldn't take care of her daughter.
America was delighted to come back, saying that she would love to honor Elise and take care of her daughter.
The conversation was later released to the press so everyone knew that America was not there to marry America.
Maxon and the rest of the country watched America take care of Elise's child like it was her own. They saw her bond ties with New Asia (the war was resolved soon after Elise and Maxon's wedding) and help form an alliance with Italy. They also watched as she rallied the younger generation, who were her fans from her glory days as a professional singer, into becoming amazing people who helped out in their communities. They watched as she slowly started to give leftover food from the palace to the soup kitchens in Angeles and clothes in the winter. Angeles was soon the city with no cold or hungry people. Others from provinces far and wide flocked to Angeles, and they were welcomed to.
America opened a factory using some of the currently unused military funds and it employed Sixes, Sevens, and Eights to make clothes, can food that wouldn't go bad, and made blankets to go to the homeless shelters and soup kitchens. It gave people jobs, warmth, proper clothing, and food. Any of the profits, which was really very big donations from Twos and Threes, who were either friends with America or fans, went to power and make more homeless shelters and soup kitchens.
She made a dramatic impact on the country without even thinking of dating Maxon again, all while taking care of a child that wasn't hers.
Maxon and America's friendship grew, just like it did last time, but this time much, much slower. The only difference was that once they got a taste of each others' lips they immediately started acting like how they were before the split: madly in love and not saying any differently.
People started noticing that they were both happier and started thinking, "Maybe we misread her."
When I heard this on the radio, I thumped my head on my desk so hard my assistant asked if I needed to go to the hospital she was scared I had gotten a concussion.
Maxon and America's marriage announcement went around like forest fire. Everyone was happy, honestly I thought it was four years overdue.
But, then again, she did get her fairytale ending. I guess it didn't matter to her when it happened.
I was visiting my little brother who had gotten a home in Angeles when I saw them. Their hands clasped together, America glowing with pregnancy, and their three year old daughter now playing in the grass.
Suddenly, as if she had felt my gaze America looked straight at me and smiled. She waved, but did nothing else.
I later got a letter from the palace, "The storms always run out of rain and they make the most beautiful flowers. Winds may come to blow them, but the strong always survive. Come visit anytime. ~ Mer."