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Chapter 19

Maxon's POV
I woke up with my mother tangled in my arms, her head resting on my chest. My father had not come back this morning and quite frankly, I didn't want him to.
I looked at the clock on my bedside table and it read 5:30. Great. In thirty minutes her maids would come rushing in here to get her ready and kick me out. This is the closest I've been to my mother in a long time and I don't want that to end yet. So I waited.
Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

Fifteen minutes.

Twenty.

Twenty-five.

Thirty.

When her maids walked through the door they hadn't seen me yet. It was probably five minutes later that the little brunette recognized me. She sank into a curtsy and the others followed suite. "No need for that." I groaned. "Don't wake her so soon, she's and I have had a rough night. Actually, take the day off. You need it." They were about to reject the gesture but I cut them off.
"I insist." They said their thanks, gave their curtsies and left the room.
"You didn't have to do that you know. I'm perfectly fine," mom mumbled into my chest.
"You most certainly aren't. Neither of us are. We've both been damaged by that ass hole." I hope he doesn't come back. I really do. He's no good to us or the country.
"He's not just an ass hole, Maxon. Please excuse my language but he's my husband as much as I demise to say it and he is a giant ass hole. A prick even." Mom was now out of my arms and sitting up on her pillow. "I used to love him, I still do sorta. But, he's changed so much from when I first met him and when you were born. He really has. It's sad." She had tears in her eyes and was looking off into the distance. I grabbed her hand.
"It'll be okay. I think. And don't cry. He's not worth the tears. If you don't love him anymore why don't you tell him?" I asked. She looked at me and shook her head.
"It's not that simple, Max. I want to I really do but I don't want him to take his anger out on me or you or anyone." Wow. Stupid me.
"When you pu-" an advisor slammed open the door cutting me off. His hair was a mess that looked like a mop and his breathing was rugged. He quickly bowed and spoke.
"My Queen, King Clarkson has run off to France and had an affair with the Queen of France and they are no where to be found. King Ferdinand has declared war on Illea. What shall we do?" He asked in one breath.
"Start training your troops," she said, angered.