The Elite (Discontinued)

The Elite(after the Report)

"Or," the King Clarkson offered, "I could simply talk to her." He gestured over to me.
"No," Maxon said quickly, holding up his hand in protest.
"That won't be necessary. Ladies," he added, turning to us, "why don't you all head upstairs? We'll have dinner sent to you tonight." He paused. " America, maybe you should go ahead and collect your things. Just in case."
I nodded and turned to leave with the others. Then the king raised his hand.
"Actually, I want to talk to both of you." He smiled, as if it was a little game.
"No, Father. You said... " Maxon started.
"I said. I didn't promise. I may be your father. But I am her king." He spoke forcefully. "Now, come."
     I nodded and walked down the stage. The king pushed us to the door. I looked at Maxon but he wouldn't dare to look at me. His head hung low. We reached King Clarkson's office. Maxon and I went in but the king stayed behind for a few minutes. I heard him whispering to the guards. What was he telling them? I looked at Maxon again. He gripped the chair arm tightly. The king walked in.
     "Why did you give her the diaries? Do you know of the information they have? Do you, Maxon? Answer me, son." He stared at Maxon.
     Maxon weakly picked up his head. He looked at the king then at me.
     "No, Father. I don't know what are in those diaries. We were finding information on Halloween. I thought she would like to read more so I gave it to her to read." He replied weakly.
     "You will be reading those diaries. I am sure, you know what else your punishment will be."
     "Yes, Father."
     "Now, as for you, I will need to deal with you separately. You have gone far beyond your limit." He turned looking at me.