AHH someone has recovered! WHO WOULD IT BE? Well if you have read the story, isn't the answer obvious? :P
There will be a small news in the author's note at the bottom of the page!
Enjoy the story :)
My head buzzes with memories of what happened last night, but I wake up to find myself lying alone in the bed. I turned to my side and looked at Maxon — he was gone. Where could he have went? I reminded myself to not worry too much, we're a married couple now anyway. This means that I should have my full trust in him. Sighing, I got up from bed and called the maids to help me get ready.
AN: The following would be in Maxon's POV. (SQUEEEE) This takes place before America wakes up.
I awake to sounds that I hear through the door. I peered across the room and scanned the surroundings. Then I realized that I heard a soft knock on the door. Ugh, who's waking me up in the morning? I check the clock. Geez, it's only 9'o clock. (Heavy and long sleepers alert)
I grunted and got up from the bed and tip-toed across the room. I turned my back to make sure America was still sleeping. There she was, curled up within the blankets like a small cake roll. I smiled and made my way to open the door.
"Hello?" I peeped through the small gap between the door and the frame. Standing outside of my room was a guard, with his staff firmly against the ground.
"Sorry to disturb you your highness, but I have come here as you have been summoned."
"Summoned? By whom?"
"The K-king sir. Well sort of, but he wants to talk to you." The guard stuttered.
"The King? Who would," I stopped in my tracks and thought for a moment, that was when I realized.
"Right, my father."
"Yes, he said that you need to go see him immediately."
"Ask him to wait for a second." I closed the door (hoping it did not seem rude) and went to get changed.
Since our last encounter I had dreaded this moment. The moment when he's finally back to take over my life. I know he's my father, but he had ruined my childhood. Tortured me until I did exactly what he asked me to do. If I did not, he'd take his belt out and whip me.
I grudgingly went down the stairs towards the hospital room. From the last time I've been here, two beds were occupied. However, one of the two sick beds have been empty, probably my father had just left. While the other lay my mother. Resting peacefully with an aura of grace.
I went beside her sickbed and sat on my father's sick bed and held my mothers hand. The monitor of her heart beat beeps at a normal pace, indicating that she's still alive.
So much memories flashed back into my head. My mother has always been there for me. I might not have told her about how father spanks me, but she always comforted me whenever I needed her. In front of everyone, I might seem like the mighty prince of their country, but as long as I'm around my mother's presence, I would always feel like her little boy.
"Maxon Calix Schreave," I turn around to where the voice was coming from. Stood in the doorway was him, King Clarkson dressed in his king robes as if he had always been like that since yesterday.
"Father," I let go of my mother's hand and reluctantly bowed before him.
"There there, you may stand," He gestures with his hand. "I assume you know why you've been called here for."
"Uhhh no I don't."
"Well, you need to be prepared to be a king am I right?"
"I thought according to the regulations, once I get married I'm already a king?"
"Silence!" He stares at me with anger, his eyes widening.
"Since you married that no-good wife of yours I've decided not to trust you with our throne"
"Father! This isn't fair—"
"As long as I am alive you listen to what I say," Father turns his back towards me and faces the window.
"What I say right now is that I still have right to the throne until the day I die," He pauses, "And you don't question my methods."
"Yes father..." I looked down at my feet.
"I shall resume my post tomorrow and I'll make a public announcement this afternoon, informing everyone of my return. Meanwhile, I expect you to be prepared for tomorrow's lessons." Without another word, he turned around and left the room.
The butler walks towards me hastily and asks, "You Highness, would you liked to have your breakfast now?"
"I'll have it later once Lady America wakes up. I would like to take a walk for some fresh air." I headed towards the door and went up the stairs.
Back to America's POV!
I went to check the clock on the table beside the bed, it is 12:00. Oh gosh, I slept for a really long time. Bored already, I've decided to turn on the TV to see if there was any news. The first thing that flashed on the screen had caught my attention.
A general walks up to a platform on a stage in front of crowds of people and holds a piece of paper in front of him, reading off the script, "Dear fellow citizens of Illeéa, I have brought news to you all from the Palace. We would like to announce that the King Clarkson is in fact not dead. In addition, so is Queen Amberly. As a matter of fact, he would be continuing his post as the King. However, Queen Amberly has still not awaken yet therefore we would wish her for good health."
The crowds of people immediately began to bustle, murmuring with the person beside them.
"Thank god they're still alive!"
"What about Maxon and America?"
The general gestured with his hands for silence. "Please give a round of applause for King Clarkson!"
The crowd burst into clapping and cheering for the return of the King. (It's not that they don't like Maxon or America as the rulers, it's just that they are glad that a member of the royal family is back).
"Thank you everyone, for the warm welcome. All of you might now be wondering what happens to (now called) Prince Maxon and Lady America. Due to some occurrences that have happened in the Palace, they will now not be King and Queen anymore."
Some people in the crowd said, "But they're supposed to be King and Queen now! This isn't fair for them!"
"I understand, but look at this in another point of view. This isn't about fairness. This is about what is best for them. Now that I have returned and as their superior you would feel the responsibility of them is in your hands. I believe that they are not yet ready for such a huge task at hand and therefore decided to postpone their congregation of moving up to a higher position." King Clarkson pauses as some people start to nod their heads. "I believe that they need more preparation for this role and that would take some time. Illéa the united nation, I'll see you all next time."
I slam my fists onto the table and turned the TV screen off. This is ridiculous. All King Clarkson wants is power and for me to not rule the Kingdom. Why does he hate me so much? I've got to find Maxon and talk to him about this. I got off my bed and rang the bell for my maids. In a few seconds, they hurtled around me and helped me put on a new dress.
"Um, have you seen Maxon anywhere?" Mary replied, "I've seen him walking in the garden this morning. He kept pacing back and forth and it seemed as if something was bothering him." Paige added, "I think you should go check up on him."
"Okay, thank you so much."
Mary and Paige bowed, "We will always be here to help."
I excused myself and headed towards the garden.
There, I find Maxon doing exactly what the maids have described, pacing.
"Maxon!" I called out. He stopped in his tracks, "My Dear, you've woke up."
"Don't pretend nothing's going on. Even the maids can tell." Maxon heaved a sigh.
"Fine, have you heard anything about the news."
"Yes, I even watched it," I placed a hand up my forehead. "What is going on with your father?"
"Shall I be blunt or shall I sugar coat this?"
"Blunt will never be sharp enough to hurt me."
"America, I love you to bits, but he doesn't want you to be Queen of Illéa. He doesn't even want me to marry you."
"So this is his idea of delaying the process?"
"Yes, and I know I shouldn't say this but am I glad that he wasn't here to witness me choosing you. Otherwise he might come up with some ingenious plan to break us apart." He reaches for my hand.
"What do we do now?"
"We wait and see what he's up to next," leading me to the dining room, "Let's enjoy the last day as Kings and Queens shall we?"
"I need foooooooooooooood." I groaned.
"Since someone missed their breakfast." He pretended to roll his eyes.
"Hey! I can still have brunch, so that's like a combination of both!"
AN: I apologize for not writing a chapter in SOOOO LONGGG. School work has been getting into my head and I have exams coming up EEK!
Therefore, my chapter might have been a bit rusty so it'll be great if any of you have comments/suggestions!