Schreved

Chapter 12

So this chapter is starting off right where the other one ended. Hope you like it!
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"And you can. We just have to make sure he is stable right now. When they found him he was passed out and badly burned. He has yet to wake up, and if he does there might be some brain damage," Maxon was very close to Gerad when we were married, and when I talk about Gerad he always perks up. But now in a time of mourning, he wasn't acting like he would if Gerad was hurt. He and Gerad were really close.
Dejected, I laid down, and Maxon followed me.
I cried into his shoulder for hours before there was a knock on the door.
"Maxon, son, I think that you should give Lady America some space. She's digested a lot of news and I think it would be best if she is left alone for now," said the King.
Wait.
Clarkson is dead. He's supposed to be dead. Why isn't he dead? Behind him I saw short brown hair with a crown resting atop it.
I shot up. I ran past Clarkson and right into Queen Amberly's arms. The force of my impact pushed her back a few steps.
"Lady America, you shouldn't be running around like this. You could hurt yourself further," she tried to escape my grasps but I held on to her. Right now she was the closest thing that I had to a mother, and that's just what I needed. Slowly she started to embrace me too, and for some reason I started crying again. These damn pregnancy hormones seriously are getting on my nerves.
I look down to see my protruding abdomen, but I see just a flat stomach that is covered up with a thin piece of cotton.
I start to panic.
My insides start to churn.
My bones turn to mush.
Hold up. What's going on here. Clarkson and Amberly are supposed to be dead.
I'm supposed to be pregnant with Maxon's children.
I'm supposed to be Queen
Maxon is supposed to King.
What is going one right now? Maybe this is just a dream.
My family isn't gone, I'm still pregnant, I'm married to Maxon, I'm the queen of Illea. None of this is real. None of this is real. None of this is real.
I read this in my head so many times I loose count.
"Mom, will you go get Marlee? America will want to see her," Maxon said as he lifted me up off the ground.
Why is Marlee still here?
Why is anyone here that shouldn't be here still here?
My breathing starts to get heavy again. I start to loose my footing again and my feet fly out from under me. Maxon's arms catch me just before I fall and the last thing I see is his face above mine.
Everything goes black.
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😱what do y'all think will happen😱I'm having major writers block right now so I probably won't publish anything for a few more days. Or weeks. Idk.

But thanks for all the comments, reads and votes. That's a first. Okay so my goal is 800 by the end of next week. Can we do it? I think we can!
Thanks for reading and stay weird.
Triz
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