AHH THE CHAPTER TWO IS HERE!
ARE THEY REALLY ALIVE?
sorry for taking such a long time, i was busy from school work...
At this moment we were literally rushing down the spiral staircase to the hospital wing, my heels were clicking with each step as I proceed downward.
"Maxon, I can't keep up. My heels are hurting my feet, you can go first without me." I skipped down the steps while holding the handrail.
Without hesitation, Maxon came over and scooped me off my feet. He cradled me like a little child and heroically carried me down the steps as he rushed to the wing. I cling onto his neck, as I rest my head on his shoulder blade.
I flashback minutes ago to the realization when the guard told us that they were alive; Maxon's parents.
We stood there frozen. Unable to move. I stared at Maxon and his face was full of shock, joy and I could sense a bit of horror. What? They are alive? This is a miracle, how could this happen? Weren't they pronounced dead a while earlier?
I recall the times when I was still in the selection, all those times when his father: King Clarkson had threatened me. My mind buzzed with all those things that had happened months ago.
"My...my p-parents?" Maxon said poker-faced. "How could this be?"
Maxon grabbed for my hand and lead the way. Wedging ourselves through the crowd of people dancing, we made our way to a wooden door. Behind the door was an old spiral staircase made of stone. It resembled the ones you see in the Middle Ages castles, where there are torches hanging on the sides of the walls to light up the path.
I did not know how to react. I was too stunned to even respond.
"Maxon, dear. Are you alright?" Maxon was panting, huffing and puffing with every step he takes.
"Yes, I'm alright darling, but I need a moment to process all that's happening. Everything seems so sudden." Maxon said solemnly.
"I can walk myself, you can put me down now. You're getting a bit tired."
We finally made it to the hospital wing. There were guards standing by the two sides of the doors, keeping in mind of those who enter and leave.
"Open the doors." Maxon pointed towards them and they quickly responded, "Yes, your highness."
He strides across the hospital wing and makes his way to one of the beds. I told myself to keep my cool and walk to see his parents. Perhaps the past is the past, maybe King Clarkson would have a change of mind in me? How am I supposed to face him? My palms were getting sweaty and I tried to wipe them against my dress.
There I saw him and Queen Amberly, lying on the sick beds. Despite the cuts, bruises and wounds that covered their faces, they still looked like King and Queen because they still carried the sense of royal glow.
I approached them slowly, making sure I do not shock his father seeing me here. I noticed Queen Amberly's bed had wires, tubes going all around her, inserting through here and there. Next to her bed was a monitor, measuring her heart beat. The lines running across the monitor indicated that her heart was beating at a normal pace. However, she must still be unable to wake up because she had an oxygen mask resting on her face.
Now I wished i hadn't looked too soon; King Clarkson stared at me with his sharp glare.
"Maxon, son. What is she doing here? Don't think that I lost my memories during the coma. She is still that lingering gum that gets stuck in someone's shoe. " I stared at him in horror, forcing myself to keep a straight face. I immediately turned to Maxon, waiting for his reply.
"She came here to see you father." Maxon nodded earnestly.
"Well her presence isn't needed."
"Oh yes father, she is going to be involved in every second of my life in the future so get used to it."
"What do you mean by that?"
Maxon took a deep breath, "While you were technically gone, America and I uhh..." Maxon eyes me, indicating me to continue.
"We got married today." I tried to smile as sweetest as possible, hoping to change his point of view towards me. King Clarkson's eyes widened; he shook himself as if to wake up from a bad dream.
"America, I need a private talk with Maxon. Excuse yourself." He raises his hand in a flicker of motion to indicate that my presence was not needed.
"My Dear, I will meet you again outside." Maxon kisses my cheek and sends me away. I bowed to King Clarkson and scurried off towards the doors.
"Maxon Calix Schreave, WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ALL ABOUT? Y-you... YOU GOT MARRIED WITH HER? I DID NOT RAISE MY SON TO GROW UP AS AN IDIOT!"
"Father! You knew she was was the first choice ever since the start of the Selection." Maxon yelled. "I have always loved her and forever will. Once I make up my mind nothing can change that and you know that is true."
"She is outrageous! SHE suggested to remove the castes when that was what our great and glorious ancestor Greg Illéa created. SHE exposed his diary. Out of every girl you choose her? Have you ever thought of the consequences of ever choosing her as your wife- The future queen of Illéa?"
"I do not see any fault in choosing America as my wife."
"This is why I call you an idiot. She is rude, facetious and does not take matters seriously. Her temper is a scandal, like a grenade waiting to explode any second. Think about all the things that she would do once she explodes and is out of control. In addition, she is from a five; meaning there are no political advantages into marrying her. THOSE are what I mean by consequences and clearly you are too much of an idiot to think of that. As a future image of the majestic queen of Illéa; her looks are average and you can find many more other women that are far more prettier than that."
"First of all, you have not seen her true ability in terms of solving problems. As a matter of fact, she is a great political leader but you just have not spotted that yet. Second of all, she is married to me now meaning her whole family is a ONE. We don't need politically advantage and we're doing just fine now. Last of all, I think she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my entire life. Even more prettier than the royal Daphne."
"Well I'm your father, so I say -"
"Could you just listen to me? I am the new king of Illéa and I get to choose who is going to be my wife. This is my choice and my decision, not yours. You made yours when you chose my mum so I get to make mine."
"Listen up - SON. I'm back from my COMA and I say I am still the King of Illéa. I declare that I am not stepping down until you are ready for my position. Clearly you are NOT as you MARRIED to that DUMB —" King Clarkson yelled.
Maxon stomped his feet and marched out of the wing.
"Careful Maxon, your immature behavior won't get you anywhere and you will regret your choices." King Clarkson lays back down on his bed.
So how was the chapter? :p
Hmm so many questions...
Should I include a love triangle?
Should I revive Queen Amberly?