Break My Heart a Thousand Times (The Selection Series Story)

Chapter IV: There's Peace in the Rain

Chapter Four

[] A FEW WEEKS LATER []

I furrowed my brow and hurried out of the supply room. I was requested to collect some towels for Queen Kriss. Quickly, I hurried to her room to drop off the towels.

My hands trembled as they let down the towels on a rack, and it was when I left, my hands stopped trembling. I sighed slowly, wondering what my role in life actually was. May was a talented artist and Gerald was a bright individual. I was a maid working in the Palace.

Hopefully, I would get a "big-break" like May did, and actually be of some notable importance.

Even though my blissful dream probably wouldn't come true, I dared to dream it anyways. A thought hit me. What was the Royal Family like? Would I be the one that raised the young prince if I move up on status on time?

Suddenly, I was thrilled.

It motivated me even more to try my hardest at this job. It was a small job, but it was a job that had to be done. It was better that I could do it, rather than someone else. For the first time, I was grateful for this job, not being entitled by the pay, but what I could accomplish here.

I remembered Aunt Chelsey's letter.

"Thank you for thinking of Illea Palace as a place to live out your career."

I smiled to myself, all happy and giddy inside as if I was a schoolgirl.

As I was passing some rooms on the way to Queen Kriss's chambers, I paused. I looked around in awe. I, America Singer, was in the Royal Chambers. I was standing next to Maxon's mother, Queen Amberly's, bedroom. I stared at the double door, wondering what could be behind them...

CRASH.

I jumped away from the door, startled by the sound that came from inside the room. I paused for a second, worried. I looked down the hall, but there were no other guards or maids in this corridor. I frowned. For the royal family's chambers there should really be more security.

I stared at the door to the Her Highness's bedroom. All was quiet again, but that made me even more nervous. I had no idea what to do...

Hesitantly, I knocked softly on the two double doors. "Excuse, me Your Highness? Is anything wrong?" I assumed the old Queen Amberly would still be in her room because of how early in the morning it was. When I heard nothing, I grabbed the handle and turned. Poking my head in, I called out. "Miss?"

A small strangled sound came from the floor, and I gasped, rushing into the room and kneeling down.

Queen Amberly lay on the ground, her eyes shut in pain. A small table was knocked over next to her, the lamp strewn over the floor.

"Oh my goodness, Your Highness!" I fretted. What was I supposed to do? I stood up shakily and walked quickly over to the door. "I have to get help, Your Highness, please wait a minute," I tried to keep my voice calm, even though my heart was racing and my mind was jumbled with worry and guilt. Without waiting for her to respond, I rushed out.

Luckily, a guard was at the other end of the hall. "Wait, excuse me!" The guard stopped and looked at me. "Please go get help!" I called out to him. "Queen Amberly has collapsed!" The guard paused for a minute and then ran my way. "No, no!" I cried. "Get help!"

He looked at me exasperatedly as he ran up. I read his name tag, and it said 'Avery.' "Do you have medical experience?" he asked hurriedly. "Because both of my parents are doctors. I know the Queen better too!" He opened the door. "Your Highness?" he shot me a look. "Get help!"