America's pov

My heartbeat hammered in my chest and just as I wanted to scream for help the fake guard placed his hand over my mouth and grabbed at my waist. The pain washed over me he said in a raspy voice, " No need for that sweetheart, I'm not gonna hurt such a pretty face."

I swallowed down my fear not trusting his promise. Only a few days ago had this same man pointed a gun at me. He was part of the reason for the bullet grazing.

The man again continued in the same conversational tone, " I am just taking you on a short trip, sweetheart, I'm sure you would make a great prisoner. "

I suddenly bit down hard on the hand covering my mouth, making the rebel loosen his grip and grunt in pain.

I quickly slipped out of his grasp and run as fast as my legs could care me. Yelling at the same time, hoping to notify someone.

Maxon's pov

I walked down the hallway gathering my thoughts about the confusing experience I just witnessed when a scream broke the silence.

I knew the scream like it was my own, America was in danger.

I run to the noise, yelling at the guards I pass to follow. The all seem on edge as the sound came closer.

Thoughts about America where running so fast through my head I almost missed the guard talking to me. In a serious voice he asked, " Your majesty should I sound the rebel alarm?"

I nodded my head not trusting my vocabulary at the moment.

I was already running with more than nine men behind when I saw the familiar firy red hair in the distance. I yelled out," America "

Her form stopped mid stride and she looked up to meet my face fear and was that pain tracing all over her face .

I gritted my teeth together, who ever did this to her will pay.

As she came into touching distance I wrapped my arms around her. She melted into the embrace, trying to hide the moan of pain it caused her.

I asked in a comforting voice, though I knew it was accompanied by anxietie," What happened?"

She whispered out from my chest, "Rebels in the castle."

I then noticed soft crying, there was more to the story than she was selling.

I barked at the guards ," Don't just stand there do your job. " I was rewarded with lot's of yes your majesty before it was just me and America.

I picked her up and run to the nearest safe room. That happened to be one of the staffs, good some privacy was good even if it was just from the royals of France.

America was in anyway more likely to share the story alone.

Author's notes

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