AMERICA'S POV

"Confusion in the palace yesterday as Queen America collapsed during King Maxon's speech. A spokesperson from the palace refused to give comment, claiming it was 'none of our business'. There is nothing left for us to do but hope she makes a full recovery…" A strange voice was saying. My eyelids fluttered open to see images of the palace and the great room on a tiny television on the wall, I was in the hospital wing.

"Oh shut up!" A voice complained to my left and then the television turned silent. I felt someone grip my left hand and I squeezed it back, turning my head to the side to see Maxon sat beside me on the bed. His eyes looked red, as if he had been crying, or hadn't slept, or both.

"Maxon, what happened." I said in a croaky voice.

"My love, I'm so sorry for everything that happened. I hope you can forgive me." Slowly, he reached over and kissed my forehead.

"Maxon, please just tell me what happened."

"You collapsed, half-onto the chair. I wouldn't have realised if I hadn't seen everyone else looking straight past me at you, when they gasped and looked worried I had to turn around but by that point you were pretty much down. I told everyone to stay and enjoy the party, passed over to Ledger to give out the medals and picked you up before anyone else could." He paused and looked away.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He whispered. "The doctor said that you would have been getting pains all day. I know that I shouted at you, and I shouldn't have but, you still should have said something to me." Suddenly realisation hit me and I feared I understood what Maxon was talking about

"Do you mean…" I couldn't finish it but he nodded.

"Our first child is gone." He whispered and I instantly burst out crying, collapsing on his shoulder. He held me tightly and I felt wet on the back of my head as he cried too, both of us crying for the death of the child we never knew.

MAXON'S POV

I felt terrible. I blamed myself for what happened, I'd treated America awfully the past few weeks, it was no wonder that she had gotten so stressed that…

I'm glad that we did something to reward the soldiers and `guards for their services, I just wish I hadn't let myself get so stressed over it all being perfect, I should have recognised that there was something wrong with America ages ago. I definitely shouldn't have taken it all out on my love.

I spent the next couple of days in meetings, I was glad for the distraction but my mind kept wandering to the miscarriage. Was it my fault? Was it my genetics? It was no secret that my parents had struggled with getting pregnant and my mother had suffered many miscarriages, I just never thought that I would.

"Your Majesty?" Johnson, one of my new advisors asked me. I had no idea what he was talking about, maybe something to do with tonight's report?

"Sorry, could you repeat that for me?" I asked. He sighed at me.

"What do we tell the country about the health of the Queen?" He asked, frustratedly.

"There is nothing wrong with my wife." I answered protectively. I could see all of the advisors around the table starting to get annoyed with me.

"The whole country saw her pass out on television." Harrison said slowly.

"Then we tell them she was dehydrated, or something."

"I agree." Johnson was backing me up. "We can't tell them the real reason, the rebels might see it as a way in if they think the King and Queen can't have children." I was annoyed at the way he suggested that we might not be able to.

"You know as well as I do that there is nothing physically wrong with either of us. We did the tests!" I was near shouting point, however managed to calm myself down. "Now can we please drop it and move on, it's not exactly something I want to discuss at the moment."

"Actually, that was the last order of business." Someone said, I didn't care who.

"Great. Then I'll see you gentlemen in a few hours for The Report." I stood, along with everyone else and left.

I walked straight down the stairs and into America's suite, hoping to see my wife for the first time in a few days when we are both awake. However, when I got to the room I saw no one. There wasn't even Marlee or one of the other maids wandering about doing anything. I thought it was strange, and so walked through to my room, thinking she may be in there. Still no sign of her. And then I spotted it, a white envelope lying on my pillow.

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