Hey guys sorry for the wait! As compensation I wrote more than the usual. And just to inform you I'm still not done with schoolwork! :)) So yeah update is going to be slow. :'( They just keep on piling up!

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-Maxon's POV-

The palace was somehow brighter than the last time I've seen it. Ever since America woke up from coma, I've excused myself from my royal duties, saying that I needed to go to some province within the country to do some field research. It wasn't really like me to lie, but if I didn't, people would realize who I really was in love with. Who I really wanted to be with. Even though I wanted to shout it to the whole world, I can't, not until I was sure that America was in perfect condition to be chosen queen. My eyes suddenly darkened by that thought. She can't be chosen. Not anymore. Even if she's the one I've wanted all along. I didn't realize how much I've been lost in my thoughts when America suddenly stood in front of me and held both of my hands.

"Hey." She smiled.

'How can I let go of someone who smiles like this?' I thought.

"Tell me what's bothering you?" she added.

I let out a sigh of frustration. "You know what's been bothering me… and it's more than just that." I looked at her sadly.

"I'm sorry." She said, bobbing her head down.

How can she say sorry when it wasn't her fault? "Don't say that, America. It was never your fault." I was about to embrace her when someone came running down the staircase.

"Maxon! You're home!" Kriss squealed. America immediately retreated back. I tried holding onto one of her hands but she just snatch it as soon as I did. I looked at her but she just kept looking down.

I let out another sigh and looked at Kriss, panting quite heavily. Before I could greet her she hugged me tightly. I was shocked for a moment but I quickly recovered, hugging her back.

"I am, my dear." I said, feeling her body shake.

"I've missed you so much." She whispered, her voice trembling a bit.

"I'm sorry for being away for too long." I responded indifferently. She cried on my shoulders for some time before looking up to me. I wiped her tears away and smiled. "But I'm here now, aren't I?"

"You are." She chuckled. She looked down and then up again somehow more determined. She wasn't crying nor smiling anymore. She looked serious and captivated. 'With what?' I thought. She then started closing the gap between our lips and I immediately started panicking so I moved my head to the side, making her lips kiss my right jaw instead. She looked at me, confused and I suddenly felt bad.

'Maxon, she's the one you're supposed to marry at least show a little affection.' I thought to myself. I then realized that America was still at my back. I quickly turned around but she wasn't there anymore. No. This isn't how our day was supposed to be. I started walking briskly when Kriss held my hand.

"Where are you going? Are you ok?" Her eyes filled with worry.

"I—I just have something really important to do in the office and it can't wait. Sorry." I lied and removed my hand from her grip.

"Oh…. Uhmm.. Ok. Visit me when it's done." She replied sadly. I couldn't care anymore. I just nodded at her and went my way.

-still Maxon's POV-

I opened the door to America's room, seeing her being surrounded by her maids who were crying. She looked at me with surprised eyes. I cleared my throat before I spoke. "I'm sorry to disturb you ladies, but I have something important to say to America. I'll make sure you see her first in the morning."

They wiped their tears and looked a little bit abashed. "Thank you, your highness." They all responded and I smiled apologetically at them. I then moved a little bit, giving them way to the door. Before Mary left, she looked at America and give her a wink, which made America blush a deep red.

Once I couldn't hear their footsteps in the hallway anymore, I closed the door. I then looked back at America, who was now lying on her bed, facing to the left side so that she wasn't facing me. I walked towards her, sitting at the edge of the bed. I placed my hand on her shoulder and pulled her gently so that she was facing me. Her eyes looked red, like she was restraining herself from crying and it just broke me inside.

"It's not what it seems, America. You know that."

"It's none of my concern, Maxon. You can do whatever you want with Kriss." She mumbled, looking away from me. It felt like my heart suddenly stopped beating and my stomach plummeting down.

I suddenly felt anger rising. "How could you say that? When I'm still very much in love with you. You're ridiculous!" My eyes were stinging now, my hands and shoulders trembling from frustration and anger.

She suddenly sat up and pushed me so hard that made us both fall down the bed. She laid on top of me her hands on my chest. Her eyes were filled with tears and her face was very red from anger. "Y-YOU! You have no right to tell me that I'm RIDICULOUS!" She spat. "You have no right to be even angry with me!"

I couldn't retort back. I was just too stunned to do anything at all. She spoke again, her voice almost like a cry. "Do you know how hard it was to say those words?! Do you know how painful it was to see you embrace her and hear you say those sweet words to her! And I couldn't say anything because I was in no position to be even jealous."

"We can't be together. I know that! I told you to marry Kriss and I thought it was going to fine because all that ever mattered to me was you!" She started trembling uncontrollably, her breathing heavy but she still continued. "When I saw the two of you, I saw a glimpse of the future, Maxon. You're going to marry her and have children. The people will love her and you will also. WHILE I—" She choked. She didn't finish the sentence and instead she brought her head down to my chest and cried. I placed my left hand on her waist, hugging her while my right hand was stroking her hair. Tears started coming down my face and soon after I was also crying.

When we were both calm enough, I raised her head and cupped my hands around her cheeks. "I'm sorry I got angry and said those words." My eyes filled with sadness. "I love you, America. I don't want to spend our last few days fighting." I confessed. She nodded and I brought her face down so that our lips would meet. The kiss was very brief. She raised her head up and we stared into each other.

She let out a chuckle. "Well I was really ridiculous as you said."

I removed the strands of hair that covered her face and smiled at her. "Not really." We were silent for a while when a thought suddenly came into my mind making me smirk. "Now, about what we talked about last night."

She looked at me with confusion which made me grin wider. I leaned towards her right ear and couldn't contain my smile. "I'm making you mine tonight."

Her eyes widened and she blushed furiously. "But last night I thought you didn't…"

I smirked again. "Why? Did you want to do it in a hospital?" I teased, making her blush even more. She was about to hit me on the chest, so I grabbed her hands and flipped our position. I was now on the top. I trapped her with my body, my hands holding her hands down.

"Let me go, Maxon Schreave!" She said with an irritated voice. 'She looks even cuter when she's annoyed' I thought.

"Nope." I said like a little rebellious boy.

"Immature little kid." She mumbled to herself.

I smiled even wider "What did you say?"

"Nothing."

"Really?"

"Really."

I stood up, carrying her in my arms. She tried squirming and kicking but it didn't bother me at all. "Put me down, Maxon!" She shouted, so I tossed her on the bed. She sat up and was about to scold me when I crawled in and kissed her hard. She tried fighting at first but eventually she caved in and responded with equal amount of force. I smiled through the kiss and held her face closer with my left hand while I removed my tie with my right. I kicked my shoes, not minding where it fell off.

We broke the kiss as we tried to catch our breath. I looked at her, my eyes filled with hunger. I kissed her again and with greater passion. I brushed my tongue against her lips, asking for permission. When she opened her mouth I quickly slid my tongue in, tasting her but not getting enough of her. I placed my hands at her back, unzipping her dress. 'Thank god, they weren't held by buttons like last time' I thought. She fumbled through the buttons of my shirt and so I helped her. I threw the shirt down and removed my belt and pants so that I was only in my boxers. I looked at her dress and pulled it down. She tried covering herself but I stopped her. "You're beautiful. Don't you know that?" I said honestly. I've always wanted to say it. That she's beautiful. It boggled me why she was so insecure of herself, when in my eyes she was the epitome of perfection.

I kissed her on the neck and up to her jaws until our lips met again. I placed a hand on her thigh, going higher as each second passed. I broke the kiss and looked at her "Are you sure you want it to be me?" She looked at me like I was asking something obvious. "Only you." She whispered. My eyes darkened with lust and I kissed her again.

-America's POV-

It was already morning, and the sun was already high but I didn't want to wake up yet so I buried myself on a rather large pillow that was weirdly warm and not that soft. I opened my eyes slightly to see what it was. When the haziness finally disappeared, I saw Maxon sleeping right beside me—naked. I sat up and realize that I was also naked. It took me a few seconds before it all came in. 'America, you truly are stupid! You did it with Maxon last night.'

I looked at his sleeping face. He truly was handsome. I went closer to him and brushed the tip of my hand on his lips and then started tracing his face. First his forehead and then to his nose bridge. When I was about to touch his lips again, he caught my hand and opened his eyes. He grinned cheekily and I couldn't help but blush from embarrassment.

"It's not what it looks—" Before I could finish my explanation, he kissed me and I couldn't help but moan. 'Damn, he's getting good at this' I thought.

He entwined his right hand on my hair and looked at me, somewhat pleading. "Can we do it again?" How can he ask as if it's not THAT he was asking for. It almost sounded like he was a kid asking me to push the swing again.

"I take back what I said yesterday… you're the one who's ridiculous! I'm still aching you know?!" I reasoned out.

He looked at me with puppy eyes. Oh god, not that! "I'll be gentle, I promise. Pretty please?"

I couldn't let this guy speak anymore. Does he even know how embarrassing he sounds like?! But then this is one of the things that makes him adorable. I rolled my eyes at him and nodded. "Promise?" I teased, smiling a little bit.

"Promise." He grinned and suddenly pushed me down the bed making me squeal.

"Hey!" I protested but he just ignored me and started kissing me playfully.

"love you."

I rolled my eyes again and cupped his face so that he was looking at me "And I love YOU too." I said, making him grin even wider. "And you. Are. HOPELESS." I added. He rolled his eyes, not really meaning it.

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That day, may body ached so much. I glared at him as he diverted his guilty eyes. "You promised!"

"I—I just couldn't help it." He stuttered. "Sorry."

I let out a sigh and shrugged, finally giving in. "I forgive you."