America's POV

We were eating lunch on our third day when an unexpected ringing sound filled the air. Maxon's phone vibrated on the table as the sound came to a closing.

Maxon shot me an apologising grin before picking up the phone and leaving the room. I sat in silence, not able to hear anything.

A few moments later, a seemingly annoyed Maxon returned. He had a cute frown on his face as he sat back down.

Knowing he wouldn't share on his own, I asked, "What's going on?"

He calmly informed me that we both were to came home immediately do to unexpected visitors. The king and queen of my least favourite place, France.

It wasn't even France that proved the problem, more like queen Daphne. She loved Maxon before the selection started and blames her loose on me.

So why she is in Ilea currently staying at our palace was a mystery, but either way, we couldn't go back and host our guests.

We didn't want to go to war with another country.

That's why I was currently packing our belongings while Maxon called lots of people, arranging a flight back home.

I sighed sadly as the last suitcase was zipped up and some people from the plane came for the luggage.

Maxon was already waiting for me at the front door as I took one last look around the dream holiday home. My mood turning more depressed as thoughts of the beach I never got to visit came into my mind.

Maxon, seeing my expression, understood perfectly as he wrapped me into a hug and whispered," We'll come back, I promise."

The flight back went by fast with the overly all sad mood and soon another landing was merely minutes away.

I rested my head on Maxon's shoulder, dreading the meeting we were about to experience. He softly reminded me of the good things of being back, like my maids, Marlee and the most important, strawberry tarts.

I nodded my head, becoming more excited as the flight attended came to tell us we were to get off the plane now.

I and Maxon slowly made our way out of the plane, only to be met with a few overly excited friends.

Marlee grabbed me in a hug, while Lucy and Mary stood close by, big smiles on their faces.

Aspen was keeping a respectable distance away, a grin lightning up his otherwise serious face. He stood in his guard uniform, seemingly 'protecting' us.

I fake pouted as my maids rushed me into the palace to make me more presentable with the royals of France.

Maxon was left behind to make his own way to the palace.

Author's notes

Hope you like the change in events.