Maxon & America: The Married Life (A The Selection Fanfiction)

Chapter 9: Dual Perspective

~MAXON’S POINT OF VIEW~

          As my body rolls across the bed, I sense that my wife’s body is not on the bed with me, so I stretch out my hand, and run it up and down, just to be sure. She’s definitely not here. I open my eye, to confirm my instinct. She’s not here. I open my eyes, rubbing it with the back of my thumb, and then yawn.

          I stand up, then shiver as my feet hit the ground, its coldness absorb by my feet. I look up around the room, but she’s not to be seen, but the bathroom’s door is closed. I walk towards the bathroom, and knock gently. America answers softly, her sweet and gentle voice seeping in my ears, “Wait, My Royal Husbandness.” I laugh as the nickname of mine rush out of her mouth

          “Really? As far as I know, the King must not wait.” I say, keeping a tight voice. I am imagining her rolling her eyes right now. Then the door opens, revealing America. Her face is tired, hell, she looks tired. Her hand is in her forehead. I approach her, asking her if something is wrong, she just shakes her head, dismissing the question. But I know that she’s really tired, as for I, don’t question me, because I really don’t know. I begin questioning America, if she’s sick, if there’s something’s hurting. She just waves her hand, but she doesn’t speak.

          I tell her I’m just gonna prepare for the show tonight, with Gavril Fadaye. Since I will be telling them that France and Illea have been united, thanks to our honeymoon, thanks to America, and I will be telling them about the current state of our country. Then a little information about what is happening between America and I, about our moments, about our honeymoon. Things like that. I tell America just to lie down here on the bed, and she says yes whilst nodding her head.

             I love you, I mouth. She smiles and mouths ‘love you too’.

          I head to the bathroom, and open the shower, letting the cold of droplets splash my whole body. I shiver, as the water touches my face. I pour a shampoo onto my palm, and massage my scalp. Then rinse it. I grab the towel that is handing on the towel bar, and dry myself. I pace across my room, and see America is sleeping. A smile on her lips. She sleeps like a cute baby. With her thumb inside her mouth. This is the first time I see her sleep with a thumb inside her mouth. I chuckle.

        As always, I walk towards the cupboard, and open it, revealing tons of clothes of mine, I quickly grab my attire for today. A dark blue made of cotton shirt, has set of dark blue buttons. It has a sleeve that is as long as my arm, and has a cuff that shapes my wrist perfectly, on both seam, a badge made of pure gold is laying on top of it. I grab the pants that is dark blue also, and wear them. I look at the mirror, just to check myself if I look presentable. I wink at my own reflection, and chuckle. Then look back at America, who is sleeping heavily.

~AMERICA’S POINT OF VIEW~

         I wake up, and it’s already noon! I quickly stand up, and head inside the shower, struggling to remove my clothes, I open the shower and let the water pour on me whilst taking my clothes off. I’m such a great Queen! I wonder why Maxon haven’t woken me up. He usually does that, waking me up so we can work together. He must have seen me tired, that’s why. I pull the clothes out of my body, and throw it anywhere. Yes, I’m such a great Queen.

          After a quick bath, I grab my outfit for today. I must look presentable, I must look like a Queen! I begin to panic as I struggle what to do first. Oh, Sylvan will be thrilled to see me late. I just hope Maxon have reminded her. Sylvan is trying his best to support me, and guide me in every single thing that is related to being a Queen, so is Silvia. With the queen manner stuffs.