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To my pleasure, Maxon was sleeping beside me when I woke up. I propped myself up on my shoulder and drew circles on his bare back. He had come in very late, because I didn't hear him enter the room, and he looked exhausted. After a few minutes of me daydreaming while giving him a very light massage, Maxon woke up.

"Good morning," I whispered sweetly.

"Good morning, America. That feels really nice." I laughed and continued to loosen his tense muscles.

"How did the meeting go?" I asked tentatively. I didn't really want to ruin the fresh morning spirit by bringing up an annoying topic, but I really wanted to know.

"It went until two in the morning," Maxon complained, turning up to face me. "We had such a long discussion about what to do about the Southern Rebels. The advisors are getting nervous because we haven't gotten any sign from them since the last attack. They're thinking the rebels are planning something really big. Honestly, the whole meeting was useless. We just decided to amp up security around the palace in case of an attack, but we really had minimal information to go on, and there wasn't much progress in finding their base or the core of the group."

"I'm sorry it was so frustrating. Why don't you let me come?" I suggested. "It's not fair that you have to go through all the tough meeting while I get to have a fun day with Marlee. I really want to help."

"I know you do, America. It's one of the things I love about you. You're always ready to be there and take action, but the advisors won't let you come into such important meetings until you're queen. There's a lot of classified information being shared that can't go anywhere except that room with me and the advisors." I raised my eyebrows, ready to protest, but he put a gentle finger on my lips. "Ames, I trust you with my life. If it was up to me, you could go to any meeting you wanted to. Please just be patient and wait until you are queen. I know it's annoying, but there's some kind of law about these conferences only being between the king, queen, advisors, and high-level guards."

I pouted but agreed with a nod. I certainly didn't want to cause any extra stress between Maxon and the advisors.

"Speaking of meetings, we have a very important one today!" I added cheerfully, wiggling my eyebrows.

"Oh?" Maxon asked, pretending not to know what I was talking about.

"You didn't hear about the most important meeting in town?" I gasped, acting at being aghast.

"Well, I heard that I had to go talk about some wedding plans, but that doesn't seem too special to me."

"Yeah, right!" I playfully punched him in the chest and got up to get ready. "It's right after breakfast, so we'd better get down quickly," I reminded him.

"Okay." Maxon got out of bed and obediently began to dress.

Lucy and Mary walked in a few minutes after I stepped into my room. I had already brushed teeth and washed my face. They had a nice, simple light pink dress with golden swirls laid out for me. It was knee-length with a sweetheart neckline and fit very comfortably.

"Let's go do your makeup," Mary said after they finished getting the dress on, ushering me towards the bathroom.

Lucy did my makeup quickly while Mary gathered my hair into a half-up-half-down hairdo. I looked elegant, fresh, and cute.

"Thanks, Mary and Lucy. This looks perfect," I told my closest maids.

"Your welcome, Your Majesty," they chorused back.

"Girls! I am not ready for that title," I laughed. "You know to call me America."

"Sorry, America," Lucy giggled.

"You look wonderful," Mary added.

I walked into Maxon's room so that we could go down together. "Maxon," I called.

"I'm here," he answered from his huge closet. He stepped out, fastening his tie. "You look gorgeous, darling," he said, kissing me affectionately.

"Let's go, mister. If you want to call me your wife we need to get going quickly so we can start planning the wedding."

"All right, all right. I suppose if I can call you my wife by the end of all this it'll be worth it." He took my hand and I smiled, walking down to the dining room.

After an efficient breakfast, Maxon and I walked into Silvia's office. She was our main wedding planner and looked extremely jumpy when we arrived.

"Hello, Your Majesty," Silvia greeted and bowed hurriedly. "I'm so sorry, but we're going to have to hurry a bit. I'm planning a little surprise for the two of you and don't have much time."

"No worries, Silvia," I assured her. "Let's get right to it."

"All right," she nodded. "First of all, when do you want your wedding to be? Lady America, your coronation will be the same day as your wedding, so your ceremony will be in the morning. The coronation is in the afternoon, and the reception is in the evening. I already have the invite list, which you can look over sometime. For now, we just need to decide on an actual date."

"I want it to be as soon as possible," Maxon said warmly.

"How about in six months, during springtime? I like to wander outside during huge parties, so the weather should be nice then."

"Six months gives the palace staff minimal time to get everything ready and make it perfect, but I'm sure we can make it work," Silvia said. "Anything in mind for an actual date?"

"What was the day we met?" I asked.

"I think it was a Friday evening. I remember it distinctly because I was supposed to meet all of the Selected girls Saturday morning, and I met you a day earlier. Maybe...the twelfth?" Maxon guessed.

"Yes, Saturday the thirteenth was the day you met all of the girls participating in the Selection, so the day before would have been the twelfth," Silvia solidified.

"Why don't we do May twelfth? It will be nice to honor the day we met," I suggested.

"Perfect," Maxon squeezed my hand as Silvia took some notes.

"May twelfth it is. What do you want the theme colors of the wedding to be?" she asked when she was done writing.

"White and gold," I answered decisively. "It's traditional yet timeless."

"Beautiful," Silvia approved. "That's all we really needed to discuss today. Why don't we meet again in a few weeks when I have a decorating team put together and know some more details? I will send you the invite list I have created so far, Lady America, so that you and King Maxon can look it over."

"Great," Maxon replied.

"Thank you so much, Silvia," I called as I walked out of the room with Maxon.

"Maxon, we're getting married! I'm so excited! This is totally surreal," I squealed.

He laughed and picked me up in the middle of the hall, twirling me around.

"Maxon!" I gasped, clenching his shoulders. He put me down gently and held me tightly, as if I would be swept away if he didn't hold me close enough.

"I love you, America. I can't wait to be yours."