The Amber- Selection fanfic

Hesitant

Maxon's POV

"America, open the door." I called.

"Maxon! What is it now?" She yells from the door.

"Do you want to present yourself to the King?" I glance at the door worried.

"What? Why?" Her voice was full of concern but also nervousness.

"Do you want to? I mean, it's about time to tell him. Kriss was crying today." I prompt.

"It's okay, —Marlee!" She hissed.

"Anne, I need to be proper! Maxon wants me to see the King! Mary! Lucy! Help me girls!" I heard her whispering in panic.

"Got it Miss!" I heard Anne agree.

America's Outfit
(Hair is actually red.)

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"Maxon!" I heard America walk/run to me.

"I'm waiting." I stop walking.

I turn around and spot her.

Her low ponytail was in place and the pink dress made her look angelic. Her blue eyes searched into mine.

"Hello my dear." I breathe.

"Shut up." He cheeks flushes.

"You look gorgeous." I beam as she let my hand intertwine with hers.

"I said shut up." She repeats.

"I heard you." I replied.

"It didn't seem like it." She stops walking and she starts trembling.

"Let me go." She whispers. There were tears in her eyes.

My jaw slacked. "What?"

"Please. I should just go home, to my family...I'm a three now." She seems to want the confront me.

"America, I—"

"Maxon! Your—"
"—America, I love you!" I grasp her hand.
"—Maxon, your father doesn't like me." She says weakly.
"This isn't about him, it's about me!" I pull her closer.
"You–you can't marry me without the acceptance of the King, your father, so why are we wasting our time?.." She tries to pull away.

"Because you said you love me and I know I love you." I shudder out.

"Even so, we can't! Try as I might, I'll never be your wife, face it already!" She sputters.

"No! Why. Are. You. Letting. Him. Control. Your. Life. And. Mine." I gritted my teeth pulled and pull us closer so we were touching, hip to hip.

"He's the King."
"I'm the Prince."
"And I'm—"
"—The girl I love." I finished for her.

Her eyes widen and I knew I affected her.

"So why don't we just confront the man forcing our love to break apart?" I dropped her hands and before she could pull away, I placed my hands on her waist.

"Maxon."
"America."
I—" We both said at the Same time.

"You go first." She insist.

"Ladies first." I reminded her.

"Prince versus Normal girl? She raises her eyebrows.

"Fine." I clear my throat.

"I love you." I said loudly.

I stare at her beautiful blush.

"And I.."

"I love you." She sighs.

"I know." I said matter of factly.

"Let's go." She prompts easily.

"Let's go." I agreed, taking her hand.