Our Life Together

Chapter Twenty Five

Quick A/N: The following chapter actually consists of two chapters since it took so long to update.

"Celia! Is it true?" Quinn asks, running up beside me. I look over at her, afraid she could be talking about the scene from the gardens a few days earlier. The excited expression on her face causes that feeling to be chased away. She would never be that excited over something such as that.

"Is what true?" I ask. She takes my wrists and stops me from hobbling on my crutches any further. In this position, I can see all of the excitement in her brown eyes that differentiate her from her siblings.

"Like you don't know, silly," she states. I raise my eyebrows in what I hope is a questioning way and she gasps. "You don't know, do you?" she asks. I shake my head.

"I guess I don't. . . What is it?" I respond. She glances down the hall like this is some top secret statement that the entire universe depends on. She must be satisfied that the only other people in the hallway are the guards at the ends because she turns back to me with a huge grin on her face.

"Flynn and King Maxon are coming home in a week!" she says excitedly. I gasp and wrap my arms around her. After a few seconds I pull back but keep my arms around her arms.

"Are you serious?" I question. She nods quickly, her smile growing.

"Teegan said that Queen America told Prince Charles, who told Coen, who told Teegan, who told me, that they would be back in a week, which means they would be here just in time for Easter!" she says in a quiet squeal. I wrap my arms around her once again but pull back quickly.

"I hope you're right! I will definitely go find out," I promise. She smiles and nods. I turn and start walking down the hallway.

"Tell me as soon as you know something," she yells out behind me. I don't reply and hurry down the steps to the main floor of the palace. I travel as quick as I possibly can with the crutches to the Women's room which is deserted. Then, I turn and walk briskly to my mother's office. As I reach out to take the door handle in my hand, it swings open and hits me in the face. I fall my onto the floor and rub my temple where the door hit.

"Celia! Are you okay?" my mother asks. I nod. She puts a hand out to aid me as I stand up. She quickly leans down to pick up my crutches. She hands them to me and I quickly get them positioned under my arms. "I was about to come looking for you," she states.

"Well, here I am," I announce. She smiles and motions towards the door to her office.

"I can see that. I want to talk to you about something. Will you please come inside?" she asks. I nod and walk into the office. Her statement causes me to worry that something has happened. That it is possible that they are coming home in wooden boxes. I take a seat on her sofa and she sits across from me.

"Is something wrong?" I ask immediately. She smiles warmly and shake her head. I breathe a sigh of relief and she must pick it up as she pats my knee.

"No. There has been a resolution with New Asia," she says. I gasp and wrap my arms around her. When I lean back my muscles feel less tense as if my body had its own separate relief.

"That's great! So, does that mean we are on good terms?" I ask. She nods and stands up. She walks over to her desk and picks up several papers. When she walks back over to the couch she hands them to me.

"We are on better terms than when we they went over. Things between us could be better but they could also be much worse. We are no longer a target enemy of New Asia," she says. She gives me a hug and I can feel her relief in it. "You need to take a look at those papers in addition to planning the Easter ball. It explains the agreement they settled," she says.