Once I'm dressed and ready I still have a lot of time. So I start pinning the fabric to a mannequin for a new dress. Once I finish the dress I open up one of the doors in the office. This one goes to my room. I sit down and I look through my old photo books. The one from when I was little and then the one from the years before I left home. There are pictures of me and my family as kids and me with the Legers. Then I see all the photos of my dad and I. I begin to cry a little. Someone knocks on my door and I wipe my tears quickly and rush over to open it. "Hey Maxon, " I say. "What's wrong darling?" he asks. "Nothing, " I reply. "Sweetie you don't cry because nothing is wrong, " he insists. I stay quiet. He picks me up and walks into my room. "Mmm, " he says in understanding. He sets me down on my bed and sits with me. "This was your dad?" he inquires. I nod. "Darling it's okay to cry. I know you miss him, " he says. And just like that tears start to fall again. He wraps his arms around me. I get up briskly and I pick the photo books up. "America?" Maxon says getting up. "We have things to do, " I say wiping the tears from my face. "Amer-" "I'm okay Maxon...I promise," I open the door. He nods. We walk upstairs to go have breakfast with his parents. "Hello, America, " Amberly greets. "Your Majesty, " I nod sitting down. "So America what did you do before you came here?" the queen inquires. "Well, I used to be a 5, and art never appealed to me as much as music so mostly I sang and I could play many instruments though I typically played violin, " I explain. "You used to be a 5?" the king says bewildered. "Yes your majesty, " I confirm. "But you are a 6 though?" the king asks. "Yes. My family couldn't make enough money and this job presented itself so I took it and legally became a 6...I know unless I marry higher I won't ever be anything higher than that but I had to, " I say. "Very noble, " the king nods. "You aren't marrying for caste I take it then since you willingly became a 6 for the sake of your family?" the king asks. "Of course not. I would be happy if I married an 8...caste doesn't matter to me. You love who you love right, " I shrug. "Precisely, " the queen says. Maxon holds my hand. I glance at him and smile a little-no teeth. "Well the royal family of Italy will be arriving soon so Clarkson and I should make sure everything is ready for them, " Amberly says. They walk away and Maxon and I wait there for a few moments. "You really don't care about caste?" he asks. "Of course not...do you?" I ask. "Of course not, " he responds. We stand up. "So you love who you love, " Maxon repeats in a whisper. He has his hands on my waist and mine are around his neck. He kisses me. "And I love you, " I whisper. "I love you too, " he whispers back. "Now come on the Italians will be here any minute, " I say. He huffs. He doesn't let me out his arms in a playful way of course. "It's not like I won't see you tonight, " I say. He let's go.
4 hours later...
The Italians got here about four hours ago. I've been talking with Nicoletta the entire time. Then I changed into my house cargo pants and cargo boots. I put on my black work out sports bra. I have my weapons on my belt and my hair in a ponytail. I walk inside through the palace doors wiping sweat off with a towel and Nicoletta comes over to me. "How was your workout with all the hotties?" she winks. "It was good but my favorite man was not out there, " I laugh. We get a little bit down the hall. We hear shouting and we run back over. Guards are yelling, "Rebels!" I reach up and slam the rebel alarm. It goes off. Rebels come running through the doors. "Run!" I order Nicoletta. We run and I kneel after a bit to start shooting at rebels. I hit about 20 and then I run out of ammo. Nicoletta was escorted by a guard to the safe room. Rebels come over to me before I can refill my guns. They take my guns and throw them aside. "Hey!" I exclaim. I punch the rebels and kick them. "Haha you're coming with us, " one grins. "No, I'm not!" I exclaim. They grab me and throw me over their shoulders. I kick and scream. Guards come running after us once we get outside the palace. "America!" one yells. Next thing I know someone hits me in the head and I black out.
To be continued...
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America Stitches Her Name in Maxon's Heart
FanfictionAmerica becomes a 6.America works in the palace making clothes and jewelry for the royal family and any guests. She is the head of that area of staff. But one day when she has to fit Maxon for a princely suit that is so fancy will they have an immed...
