Hi readers! I was contemplating on which POV would be the most beneficial, and after the proposal, I decided America's would be the best. I hope you all like this chapter, and please read my authors note at the end. Thanks!

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Chapter Eighteen

(America's POV)

When I was fully recovered I was not sent to my usual room, instead maids ushered me up three flights of steps and on to the third floor. I still couldn't get over the Selection being over- that I had won Maxon's heart and the crown. I was led down a large corridor and then on the left hand side, there was the Princess's suite. Maxon had it decorated for me, though I'm not sure how he got it done in such a small amount of time. It was beautiful, and though I had seen it before, it felt more personal knowing it was mine and seeing the new decorations.

The room was painted like the sky before sunset. The top of the walls had a light blue and slowly, going down to the bottom, it grew darker and darker in color. There were clouds painted in here and there, and diamonds were encrusted all around to look like stars. The bed looked larger than a room was in my old house. It was filled with pillows and a beautiful blue and silver duvet was laid on top of it. Of course, there were night stands and dressers, but they were the same as before. I paid little attention to what I wore anyways, so it didn't matter what was in them. Finally, as I walked through a door near my bed, I saw the most wonderful sight in the world.

A music room. Maxon made a music room just for me. It had row after row of sheet music, three violins- including the blue one he had just gotten me, two cellos, multiple guitars, and, my favorite, a huge cherry-wood grand piano. As soon as I laid eyes on it, I ran over and delicately stroked the keys. Soon I was playing concerto after concerto.

"I have a feeling you'll be in here all day if I don't take you away." Maxon said, leaning against the door with the cutest smile on his face.

I laughed. "You're probably right. But please, My Beloved Rock God Maxon, I need to hear you play guitar first!" I said, remembering the pet name he told me he wanted his future wife to call him.

I wasn't expecting it, but as I said the name, he fell on the ground laughing. Soon his eyes were watering he thought it was so funny. I was glad that he had a chance to blow off some steam since the rebel attack. I knew he was stressed beyond belief about me, but I could tell that most of his anxiety was for Celeste. He felt like it was his fault that she was captured. As much as I hated her, I knew that she didn't deserve this. I would not wish torture to anyone, not even my worst enemy.

After laughing for nearly a minute straight, Maxon got up. He strode over to the guitar that was closest to him, and sat down. He started out just fooling around and picking the strings, but then he got into it and he played at least five different songs. They all sounded like they were his own creations. He was unbelievable! I had never heard anyone play as well as he did in my life- including people in my family. When he was finished, I clapped louder than necessary, and gave him a kiss on his cheek.

"You really are a rock god, Maxon Shreave." I said smiling down at him.

For a second, all I could do was look at him and pinch myself. Was this a dream? Could the man I loved actually be mine from now on?

Though I was happy and nervous about my future at the palace, I was still worried about the other girls. When we got out of the safe room, the guards and Maxon searched the entire palace for the girls. It wasn't until two o'clock the next morning that they finally saw Elise and Kriss hiding in the corner of my old closet that they stopped the search. Elise was hysterical, wondering how the rebels could skip over a large part of a room. She said she was about to make it to the door that lead to the safe room, when she heard Kriss yelling from her room.

Apparently, Kriss had gotten her dress stuck on the post of her bed and couldn't get it out without help. She was very overwhelmed and all she could do was scream. Not the best idea, seeing as the rebels were near by and could have taken her as well, but it did get Elise's attention. They wrestled the dress off of the post and were making their way towards the safe room when they heard rebels running up the steps. They knew they had seconds to hide and, of course, my room was right there. They hid in the closet and prayed that no one would see them. I guess their prayers were answered.

Something seemed off about the debacle though. Why would the rebels purposely skip my room, and how did Kriss's dress get stuck on the post of her bed, if the maids made sure nothing sharp would protrude from them?

"America?" I felt someone tap my arm insistently. "America!" they sang, drawing out my name for an eternity.

I shook my head and looked up. Maxon was looking at me intensely, concern written all over his face.

"What's wrong dear?" he asked me, knowing something was off.

"Everything." I replied in a monotone, knowing, for once, that it was true.

I hope everyone liked the story so far! I am STILL doing this story guys. So don't get all mopey thinking that I won't be adding more chapters and continuing this. I am. But, I am also writing another story on top off this. It is SYOC. Every character is new except for Maxon and his wife and possibly a few others. I want you to read both, if you can. This one will be my version of The One, and the other will be Maxon's son's Selection. I hope I made myself clear. :) If you have any questions, comments, or concerns... PM or review me/my stories. I will always answer. Also, if you enjoy the stories I am posting, PLEASE follow or favorite. I want to keep writing these, but if people don't follow them, how am I supposed to know if their reading them?

Seriousness aside, I hope you enjoyed!

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