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The southern rebel clan is still active do to a mystery man that over through August and Georgia as the leader. He has his own plans and has got almost every northern rebel on his case. They feel the lower castes are still poor, so they steel jewellery and other things from the palace. So there are still attacks that only include injuring and tieing up.

America's POV

The crowds cheered as Aspen placed my shaking hand in Maxon's eagerly outstretched one.

I was pulled up the remaining step so that we were both standing on the raised platform, in front of the priest. The distance between me and Maxon almost non-existent.

In a formal voice, the priest addressed the crowd,"Welcome loved ones. We are gathered here today to join King Maxon Schreave and his lovely bride America Singer, our future queen. The two have prepared their own vows, if you care to listen."

Maxon started in to my eyes a loving expression on his face as he said," I Maxon Schreave take you, America singer, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or worse, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until parted by death. This is my solemn vow."

I repeated the vow, my eyes never leaving his face.

Finally, the best part arrived, and the priest asked, "Do you Maxon take America to be your lawful-wedded wife?"

"I do"

It felt like hours before the priest finished asking me the unnecessary question, but the words still felt like magic as I said, "I do"

As the last syllable left my mouth, Maxon crushed his lips against mine before the anything else could be said. His warm lips parted with mine and the whole crowd began clapping and whistling.

In the background, the priest struggled to be heard as he said," I now pronounce you husband and wife."

Suddenly, I was picked up from the ground and carried down the aisle by my newly married husband. I shrieked as the guards opened the doors leading to the rest of the palace.

Maxon rushed up the stairs that separated us from the King's suite, and as soon we stood at the top, more smiling guards opening the bedroom doors.

We gently fell down on the bed, Maxon on top of me. As he left a trail of kisses down my exposed neck, I whispered yelled, "stop".

He pushed himself away, a childish pout on his face. I couldn't help but laugh as I said," I have a coronation to attend, if you don't mind."

He held out his pinkie finger and said,"Then honeymoon?" I promised before standing up and brushing the crinkles from my dress.

Hand in hand, he leads me back down the staircase.

He kissed me on the cheek before we had to go our separate ways, I had to go through the back entrance so that I could walk onto the platform from the side will Maxon sat in the crowd.

I made my weight to the backstage area and was ambushed by Mary and Lucy, both greeted me with extra makeup. After my makeup was reapplied, I walked on stage and took my seat on the throne. It was conveniently placed in the centre of the platform.

The priest smiled warmly at me with the queen's crown in one hand. Before the ceremony could start, I caught Maxon's eye in the crowd, he was seated in the front row. He gave a reassuring nod before the priest started.

The priest said, "Repeat after me, I America Schreave pledge myself to the country like many before me. With all my power, I shall strive to be worthy of your trust and be the best leader possible. "

After I repeated the oath, the priest placed the crown on my head and said to the crowd," I hearby crown you as Queen America Schreave.

The crowd again resumed their clapping frenzy as I walked off-stage into my maid's proud smiles.

Now that the crowning and wedding was ticket off, it was time for the honeymoon.

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