A/N: I forgot to tell you guys that I'm making a two chapter pattern for Maxon and America's POVs so please don't be confused at the change of POVs and I do hope you read the author's notes first before reading cuz I might add something there for you to understand the story more~ Thank you so much for reading! And a big red WARNING for language in this chapter... because Titania is a potty mouth and I hope you won't take the insults here seriously. This fic is Rated T though so I think that should be a warning enough :)

"Fucking asshole! Worthless douche! Charming my ass!

I kept calling out insults while unpacking my stuff. "Insensitive jerk, I hope he falls in a pile of shit."

"You done yet Tania?" Marcus asked.

I sighed at sat down on my bed. My comrades heard my cries and convinced the maids and guards outside that I was fine. They were inside my room for the mean time until I calm down.

"Could you believe him? And to think I was so infatuated with him before. He agreed so calmly when I told him he and I had nothing like really though."

"Awww... Don't be like that. The guards might over hear," Jaydyn said sitting beside me.

"Or worse the Prince himself," Portia added.

I forced a smile on my face. "Alright guys, I'm fine now. You can go and unpack your stuff and we'll just wait for further instructions."

Once they all cleared out, I reminded them to tell the maids that were assigned to me that I didn't need them much. I was able to unpack all my clothes in peace.

Well, except when I opened one of my drawers and saw some letters. They were all worn out and yellow in color but when I opened them, I saw my handwriting and it was addressed to my parents. My last letter that I was supposed to send after my birthday party.

"They gave me my same room," I said to myself. "Those dicks."

When everything was settled and the coast was clear, I took a small pouch that I've been keeping inside my bag.

"Bella, you can come out now."

A orange glowing fairy flew out immediately. "What took you so long to let me out?"

"They might freak out if they saw a talking person with tiny wings by my side. Don't worry though, I'll introduce you to everyone at dinner."

She sat down on my right shoulder. Always on my right. Bella has been my fairy companion for months, during battles or meetings, when I ate, hell even while I was asleep. It felt right that I should bring her with me in Illea.

"What's with the profanities lately?" she asked.

"It's nothing. I'm fine."

"Well, if you say so."

She flew around my room, observing everything that sets down on her eyes. "This is a sweet room you have."

"Not as great as the ALPHA suite but it'll do."

"I know right. I wish there was a gaming system somewhere. Now that's real sweetness."

I laughed and let her roam around touching the walls and the knobs of the cabinets and drawers. I resorted to lying down on the bed, not bothering to pull out my combat boots. I was drained, tired. We just came back from another mission yesterday and I didn't get much sleep because we had to land today. The soldiers weren't in good shape. And a recent chat with the prince has made my eyes almost fall out from insult rather than anger.

Who cares anyway. I hope he and Kriss lives a good life trying to demolish people with the castes and receiving frequent attacks from the rebels.

I wonder how the people here were doing? How my family back in Carolina was doing? How Marley and Woodwork were doing? How Aspen was doing? My maids were doing? I was curious but I wasn't even sure if I wanted to see them.

Harsh, I know, but if you go through a 3 month process advance military training then you were suddenly told you had the power to annihilate people because you have the blood of a Cretan hero, then ambushed by a pirate leader who you almost cut a leg off, then behead the Dragonian leader, fight off forest trolls who allegedly wanted to burn down the training headquarters, put back evil souls inside an old chest box, save your mother figure from being burned alive by the said pirates, save a whole village from a large sea serpent and almost drown to death while doing that, negotiate with talking trees because you thought you were just trippy, get your hair cut shorter because pirates almost beheaded you, befriend a bore who lives inside a cave next to the HQ, fly to other countries to help them with pillaging problems, comeback to Creta then suddenly get a call from a hotheaded king who almost killed you on your 18th birthday, and finally flying here to help them with their wedding, well.. I guess my squad would be the only ones to know how it feels like.

Bella was enjoying herself infront of the whole body mirror next to my bed. I sat up at looked at myself too. I went by the bedside drawer to see if I had anymore old pictures of myself. I seem to forget what I looked like before. I found one picture with Marley and I sitting by the piano. Probably taken by the reporters then given to me or Maxon and then I stole it from his wall of pictures in his room. I couldn't remember.

I looked at my old self. Red, brightly-colored, long, straight hair, matched with a thin, weak structure, a pale face and shining blue eyes.

Then I looked up in the mirror. I saw dullness. From my bloody red hair, curled on the tips, cut until my neck, my slightly bulkier and more athletic structure was covered with a tanned complexion. My eyes were the same blue color, but had a different shade to it. Not the literal shade, but the brightness was gone.

Dull. Everything was just dull.

But I like it that way, and it defines who I was now.

So when my fairy companion caught me smiling, she asked "What?"

"Nothing," I said. "I just feel like being myself today..."