DO YOU GUYS KNOW WHAT COMES OUT ON TUESDAY IN THE UK? THAT'S RIGHT HAPPILY EVER AFTER. HERE'S THE CHAPTER TO CELEBRATE BECAUSE I WILL PROBABLY BE IN A BOOKSHOP BUYING AND THEN READING SAID BOOK. SO EXCITED. ANYWAY, ENJOY THE CHAPTER!
MAXON'S POV
I watched her leave the room. America was an image of grace in her dress, she would be an amazing Queen, even if she was struggling to believe it, I knew and that was most important. I knew that I could trust her to carry herself with poise and grace no matter what. And that was why it was killing me that I had to hide this from her.
After a couple of minutes I walked out of the room and along the corridors towards the meeting room where the advisors had no doubt congregated to give me the news. The good and the bad. I paused as I came through the door but after a couple of deep breaths I managed to walk through the door. I never imagined I'd be at a meeting on my wedding day.
"So, tell me the truth and the whole truth." I ordered as I shut the door. I sat down quickly, knowing I wouldn't want to be stood for the next part.
"The good news is that there were no civilian deaths." One of them told me. He was in charge of public welfare so of course that would be all he would care about.
"However, we had several injured soldiers." The solemn man at the back of the room informed me. He had been an advisor for almost as long as my father was king, he knew the costs of war and so was in charge of warfare.
"And what about the rebels?" I looked around the room, daring one of them to answer.
"They got away, most of them. We couldn't stop them, they knew we would beat them and ran before we could get them." I rolled my eyes in exasperation. Of course. I needed at least one rebel to find out what was going on. "That is except for the two that the men managed to capture and are currently being held down in the cells." I smiled again.
"Great. Keep the security at a high level in case they try to attack and free their friends. Keep them in there until I get back." I stood, smiled at them all briefly, and then walked out of the door and across the hall to my suite.
It hadn't been a long or tiresome meeting so I had managed to come out looking quite smart. But not quite grooms worthy. I ran a comb through my hair and straightened my tie. I could hear the chatter of America and her maids coming through the walls and knew they were still hard at work. I checked the clock, ten minutes until we were due at the reception, she'd be ready for then.
I sat down in my chair by the bed and put my face in my hands. What if the reels never gave up? I wondered. What if they constantly attacked my family for as long as there was a monarch on the throne? I couldn't bear the thought of living in the constant fear of something happening to my children or my America. No. I wouldn't happen. I would sort it out, finish this vendetta before it had even begun, and I wouldn't let it ruin mine or America's day. They best day of our lives.
After a few minutes I walked to the door that connected my room to America and walked through smiling. They were all still hard at work, bustling around America, putting hair in certain places. I can't pretend that I understood any of it but I enjoyed just watching them all. I sat myself down at the seat by her bed and looked over, I caught America's eye in the mirror and she smiled but said nothing.
"So, are you looking forward to tonight?" Marlee asked, smiling mischievously.
"You mean the party. Yep, looking forward to that. Do you all have your dresses ready, you're cming right?" She answered.
"We wouldn't miss it." Lucy promised.
"And then we won't see you again until you get back from the honeymoon." Marlee mocked and America rolled her eyes at her.
"There. All done, you look like a bride again." Mary said as the three girls stood back and admired their work. "Now, go find your husband and go to your party."
"Thank you, I'll see you down there soon, go get ready." America told them and they all walked out the room, still not noticing that I was in the room.
"Is this what it's going to be like with you as my Queen?" I asked going over and wrapping my arms around her and placing my head on top of hers.
"What do you mean?"
"No one noticing me when I walk into a room any more. All they see is the most beautiful woman they have ever seen." I kissed her hair lightly.
"Yeah, sorry about that, my royal Husbandness. Queen trumps King, always." She grabbed my hands and pulled me closer into her.
"Come along Mrs Schreave. We have a party to go to." I grabbed her hand and pulled her up from the chair, out of the room and along to the great room.
AMERICA'S POV
We stood outside the great hall doors hand in hand, smiling and waiting for the great wooden doors to open and we could see our guests.
"Maxon and America Schreave. King and Queen of Illèa!" We were announced and the crowd went wild as the doors opened and we walked into the room. I beamed at everyone, spotting my family, the selection girls, Adele, Nicoletta and so many more people that I was fairly sure I should know.
Maxon led me out into the centre of the room where the people had made a space for us to share our first dance as a married couple. The music started and I rested my hands on Maxon's shoulders while he held me by the waist. I barely noticed the masses of people around us watching and taking pictures, instead I stared into the eyes of my husband, the man I loved more than anyone else in the world. And he stared back, gazing into my eyes, too. Suddenly I could see our future clearer than I'd ever seen it before, I saw me holding our first child, Maxon sat beside me. I saw our children playing in the garden while we watched from our bench. I saw him when we were old and he still woke up and told me I was the most beautiful woman in the world. I knew I'd married him and I'd known we were going to get our happily ever after together, but now I realised that we were really going to live our lives, forever intertwined and neither of us would ever give up on the other.
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