AMERICA'S POV
I woke to the feeling of Maxon's kisses on my neck. I groaned wanting to go back to sleep and pulled the pillow over my head, not that that stopped him. He pulled me out from under the pillow and squashed me between his arms and his chest.
"Please, Maxon. We have a few hours before we have to leave. Let me sleep, for just a little while longer." I begged but he didn't release me.
"I want my wife as near to me as possible." He mumbled to my neck as I felt his hot lips against my bare skin.
I sighed and rolled over to face my husband. His blonde hair was still messed up and his eyes still looked as if they'd rather be closed and sleeping, but he still managed to look so handsome. I felt his bare chest moving beneath my hands as he moved his head towards mine and kissed me and pushed me down onto the soft mattress. My hands explored his chest and stomach before finding their place on his lower back and pulling him further into me. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
"Go away!" Maxon shouted before coming back down and kissing me again. Whoever it was knocked again.
"Please, your Majesty. It's important." The voice, which was clearly male so probably one of the guards, implored.
Maxon sighed and moved off me and got up out of the bed, grabbing his robe and quickly tying it as he made his way over to the door, which he opened only slightly.
"What is it?" He asked, frustration showing in his voice.
"It's the rebels." My ears pricked up at the sound of this oh-too familiar word. "One has escaped."
"Give me five minutes, I'll meet you in the meeting room." Maxon sighed and closed the door as the guard left. "I'm sorry my love. We might have to push the honeymoon back by an hour or so." He sat on the edge of the bed and patted my hand.
"What's this about a rebel escaping? When did we get one so that it could escape?" He said nothing and moved his hand back to his lap and stared at them both, clearly trying to pretend he hadn't heard my question. "Maxon?" When he still didn't reply I realised exactly when it had happened. "Oh. My. God. This was happening when we were getting married? The rebels attacked and you didn't even tell me?"
"America… I just didn't want to ruin a perfect day."
"So when did you even have time to deal with any of this. You were with me all day. From the moment we were married until right now." I paused. "Except for the half an hour before the reception, which you insisted was necessary but I didn't see the point in. Were you interrogating him then or…"
"No. No. I just spoke to my advisors quickly and told them to keep them both locked up and secure until we came back from our honeymoon." He had fear in his eyes, I could tell he was scared of what I was going to say, I didn't exactly have a great record for not flying off the handle with Maxon when he did something that upset me a bit. But, he was my husband now and I needed to show him that I loved him and that we would withstand anything.
"You were going to keep this to yourself, worrying to yourself, for two weeks while you were supposed to be enjoying our last bit of privacy?" He looked down ashamedly. "Right. We're going to get this sorted. I'm going to get dressed, I suggest you do the same." I smiled eyeing his robe. "And then we'll head to the meeting room. Together." I smiled and put one hand on his. He looked up and smiled back.
"You are honestly the best wife, ever." He kissed me softly and then stood to get dressed. I reached for my robe and tied it around my waist before heading through the door to my room.
"Ok, ladies. We have five minutes, simple today please." I asked and my maids quickly sat me down and did my make-up and put my hair in a simple bun.
Lucy wasn't here, I was about to question it but I remembered that last night had been her last job as my maid, today was the first day of her being pretty much a two. Soon I was dressed, too, in a light green day dress. It was tight to my skin and stopped just above my knee, it was paired with a pair of white pumps with a heel that was so small there was pretty much no point to them other than adding difficulty to my walk. I thanked Marlee, Amy, and Mary, and knocked before entering Maxon's room, where he was sat waiting on the bed.
"Ready?" I asked, making my way to the door.
"Come here for a minute." Maxon grabbed my hand as I passed and pulled me so that I was sat next to him on the bed, still holding his hand. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the rebels, I just didn't want to ruin our special day."
"Maxon," I smiled "we're a team, you and me. Ok. You can tell me anything and I promise I won't let it come between us. I worry about you, you know. You're essentially alone in this, except from me. And I don't want you keeping anything to yourself, let me carry some of the burden, please."
"So you forgive me for keeping this a secret from you?" He looked and sounded confused, I shook my head.
"Maxon. You've forgiven me for so much worse than you keeping this a secret so that I wouldn't have to worry with you. I love you." I kissed him softly, I could feel us both wanting more from this… a lot more. "Come on, let's get this meeting over with." I stood and dragged Maxon up, out the door, and to the meeting room, where we swapped places so that he could enter first and I could be just behind him.
MAXON'S POV
I walked into the meeting room with my head held high and my wife at my side. I was going to deal with this like a king, like the king that America thought I was.
"So we now have one rebel locked in the prison and one on the run?" I asked, just trying to clarify the information, I was met with nods from around the room. "Ok. I think we need to forget about the other rebel and focus on the one we have. We can interrogate him as soon as possible and sentence him, and just forget about the other one, there's nothing he can do except bring attention to himself and draw the guards from the palace, and I want them protecting the royal family."
"We thought that, too. So I have taken the liberty of planning the interrogation for three this afternoon." Davies, one of the older advisors who'd served my father for a long time and had never really liked me very much told me, smiling smugly. He knew what he'd done, and he'd done it on purpose.
"Why? Why three in the afternoon. Why not before eleven this morning?" I demanded, leaning over the table. America grabbed my arm and pulled me back towards the chair.
"It doesn't matter Maxon, we'll go another day." She whispered, but I was still angry. I breathed a couple of times as I watched his smug little face, he needed replacing.
"Fine. Three this afternoon. I'll be there. Robins," I turned to my left and looked at the man who had supported me more than any of the other advisors. "Tell the pilot that we will be postponing the trip until tomorrow." He nodded. "Any other business?" I stared around the room at the advisors, none of them saying anything. "Good. I'll see you all at three at the prisons, good day." I smiled and took America's hand and led her out of the room again.
We walked together along to my room where breakfast was already waiting on the table by the balcony. As soon as we entered the room there were the sweet aromas of toast and marmalade, crumpets, and coffee. All of which were waiting for us on the table.
"Well, welcome to our first breakfast as a married couple." I smiled, biting into one of the crumpets, America did the same and we both ate the food in near silence, both too hungry, or cross, to say anything to the other.
"I'm sorry about the honeymoon. But we'll go as soon as we possibly can. I promise." I looked her in the eye and told her but she just shook her head.
"I don't care. I wanted to spend time with you on our honeymoon, just us two, but we can do that here as well." She took my hand and looked deep into my eyes. "All I've ever wanted is you. If I'd stayed a five and married another five, or even a four, we wouldn't have done anything. I just want a few days with just you. I don't care where it is." I smiled back at her.
"Well, we have a few hours of 'just us' time before three you know…" I waggled my eyebrows and she giggled.
"I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Hmm. That's strange, I'll just have to show you then, my love."
I picked her up out of her seat and threw her onto the bed before pinning her down with a passionate kiss. My arms found the back of her dress and I began to fumble with the buttons as her hands found my chest and were attempting to undo the buttons of my shirt. Eventually, she succeeded and I shrugged the shirt off as I still struggled with her buttons.
"Ok. New law from the King. Tell your maids, no more damn buttons!" I whispered between kisses, she laughed and her fingers moved from my chest to her back to help me with the buttons, which she did easily of course. I pulled the dress down and threw it onto the floor, exposing her body. I kissed a line down from her neck as she fingered the scars on my back.
"Your Majesty?" Someone knocked on the door.
"GO AWAY." I shouted back. Before returning to America's lips. He knocked again. I gave America a look of exasperation before quickly buttoning some of the buttons on my shirt and walking towards the door. I looked back to see my wife hiding behind the bed so I opened the door a crack "This had better be important." I grunted at the terrified guard.
"Mr Davies asked me to tell you that he wants to meet at half one to discuss the interrogation. I'm sorry for any inconvenience, Sir." And then he fled.
"Oh. The joys of being royal." I said, leaning over the bed and kissing the top of America's head.
"I wouldn't have it any other way, your royal Husbandness." She smiled and looked up at me. "I love you."
"I love you too, my dear." I smiled and she frowned before slapping my cheek softly.
"You just ruined a beautiful moment you know."
"We've got decades of beautiful moments to go. Some of which I will ruin and some of which I won't." I laughed and she did too. That was the true beautiful moment.
So. There you go guys. Have you read Happily Ever After Yet? I am absolutely in love with it, so happy! Anyway, see you all next time!