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Chapter 25

America's POV (eleven months later)

The rebel's stopped attacking in mid-September. After the attack that killed my little brother was over, Maxon and I had a serious talk about palace security and how we were going to fix our problems with the rebels. Of course, after the press conference (when I had to act as though nothing was wrong-the hardest thing in my life to date) I cried for days, staying in Maxon's room. He held me until he was called into work every day, and when he was finished working, I would be in the same spot on his bed, wearing my night gown from the previous night. He never said a word, and for that I was eternally grateful. Every night for a long while, Maxon just held me. He kissed me on my forehead, rubbed my back, forced me to eat, and even helped the maids with my baths. It was like my brother's death had immobilized me in the worst way possible. I wasn't completely empty like I thought I would be. I was filled with memories of Gerad, playing on the playground down the street with his two best friends, watching him try to paint and sing and dance, joking around with him about trivial matters, like sports team rivalries and girls he liked. I kept thinking of the long life he could have had. That was really my downfall. He wouldn't have a life. He wouldn't be able to do his favorite things anymore and I wouldn't be able to watch him grow up and graduate and get married and start a life of his own.

Eventually, Maxon took me out of my funk. He got me into real clothes and started doing wedding plans with me every day so I could stay focused on something other than Gerad. It started to work after the first two weeks, and my life started to get back on track. It hit me that Maxon's coronation would be in a few months, and our wedding was two weeks after that. We would be King and Queen of Illea only three months after a tragedy in our family, and sadly, we had to get over it.

My maids made me a gown that was breathtakingly beautiful. It was cinched at the top with a sweetheart neckline and it had flower petals and swirls cascading down to the floor in a poufy style. They pinned my hair back into an intricate side bun, and had me put on just a hint of makeup. After it was all finished and I had everything on, the wedding went on without a hitch, and I got to marry the love of my life. It was the happiest day of my life.

We had our honeymoon in Italy, spending time away in a private cottage off the coast of Sicily for a few weeks and then visiting the royal family during our last few days. We had a lovely time, but after the month was up and we finally got home, I started to feel ill. I couldn't eat without throwing up half of my food, I was always bloated, and I had the hardest time staying fully focused during meetings. After a few weeks, I asked my maids to bring me a pregnancy test. Maxon was informed of what was happening and rushed to my side as soon as the test was in my hands. He looked anxious, scared, and incredibly happy all at once as we waited for the results.

Three minutes later, we found out that we would be having a baby. As I looked into Maxon's eyes and saw the hope and wonder lighting them up, I knew that this would change things. This would help us move on, for the better.

We planned a trip to the palace's hospital wing after a few more weeks to find out the sex of our first child, and were ecstatic when the doctor said it was a girl. I remember spending weeks and weeks choosing different color schemes for the new nursery, discussing appropriate baby names with Maxon, eating a LOT of pickles...

I'm in my third trimester now, and I couldn't be more happy. Amberly is so happy that we are able to have many children and my whole family is overjoyed at the thought of having a new granddaughter and niece to play with. In a few weeks, my little Morgana Avery Shreave will be born. Our lives will change forever when she arrives, and hopefully, when the next one comes as well.

Illea still prospers, and hopefully will for many years to come. Our fights with the rebels have diminished to nearly nothing now, and hopefully, as the years go by, it will stay that way. We are following through with our promises to the rebel leaders. No more castes, no more separation, no more hatred. We will live by these rules from here on out, and remember the legacy we have created for the generations to come in Illea. Just as my father's history books said, "Together We Stand, Divided We Fall." I hope we realize the truth in that statement for as long as we can. As long as we are unified, nothing can tare us down.