We sit down to eat. But instead of sitting were I sat in the selection he sat me were his mother would sit.
It then popped in my head that I was not ready to be a queen. I would never be as fair and beautiful as queen Amberly.
"Ames, what's wrong?" Maxon asks.
"Oh...nothing just thinking." I reply.
"Okay." He says
I look at the table and remember when it was full, and now it's extremely empty. Then I think into how lonely he might be. That's when my heart hurts most. But, I let it fade away, I will not fall into his trap again.
A chef brings out 2 small plates full of salad, and places one plate in front of Maxon and one in front of me.
"Thank you, it looks delicious." I say to the chef.
"No problem queen America." The chef replys and then scurries out of the room.
"Queen?" I say as I look at Maxon.
"Well, I was hoping." He says
"We made a deal. I have hardly been here a day and there already calling me queen?! No, I'll see you tomorrow!" I storm out of the dining room, and back to the room I know best. The room were I stayed during the selection.
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The one who got away
FanfictionThis takes place after the one. There was no rebel attack instead there was a beautiful wedding proposal, for Maxon and Kriss. There was a wedding some short month later, and of course America wasn't invited.
