The One (fanfic)

Chapter Six

My heart was starting to ache. It's like it was addicted to Maxon and needed its daily dose of him. It seemed like my heart was going to be disappointed for a while. A dark thought crossed my mind: Maybe forever. No, I can't let that happen. I took one last glance at Aspen. Its times like these I wish I were a murderer.

The sound of the door opening made me jump and turn. A very tired Maxon was smiling at me warmly. "What are you still doing in there?" He said gesturing where I was sitting.

"You mean..." I started.

He nodded enthusiastically, "We can't have the future queen in a jail cell, can we?"

By the time he finished talking, I was already hugging him. "I'm so sorry," I whispered.

Closing the door again, Maxon lead me up the stairs taking us out of the dungeon. Good riddance. "What's done is done," he whispered into my ear.

As we walked up the stairs, guilt started to seem through my veins. Marlee did the same thing as me and she got canned. Maxon didn't save her I didn't deserve to be saved either. When I told Maxon this he gave me a speech on how fair this was.

"Marlee still loved Woodwork, but you don't love Aspen anymore. And, he was from your past and Marlee started the relationship here at the castle. Besides, she wouldn't want you to get canned."

His words gave me comfort, probably because they were kind of true and they were spoken by him. Then I remembered what Aspen told me, and repeated it best I could to Maxon. The Prince gasped and picked up his pace.

{--O--}

"The rebels are what?" King Clarkson screamed, making everyone around us slow down and try to eavesdrop. I had just repeated for the second time what Aspen told me.

"Father, lower your voice," his son whispered, trying to pacify him.

"Don't tell me what to do, son. Your mother has caused an uprising and her death an even bigger uprising. Now you tell me my guards are negotiating with rebels, and expect me to take it lightly. I don't think so."

Gee, someone needs anger management. With this new Clarkson that approached me earlier, I'd forgotten the real one. He'd seemed unfazed when I was with Maxon.

"You two need to get married soon, and then go into hiding. If anything should happen, at least I'll know my heir to the throne is alive and well," The King said.

"Wait, what?" Maxon looked angry and I was too. The idea of hiding seemed like an awful idea. I had to admit though; I'd never thought I would hear the King say that we'd have to get married...soon.

"Don't question me, either. You'll stay in the castle in one of our safe rooms, a luxury one no less. I assume that wouldn't be a problem," he raised an eyebrow. "A select few will know where you are. Lady America, your maids will come each morning to fix everything and bring you breakfast. They'll also come bring you two lunch and dinner."

I stared at Maxon, unaware what to say. He mouthed, 'Yes, Your Majesty,' and I repeated.

"Good. Now I better not hear that you are defying my orders. Understood?”

“Of course, Father,” Maxon answered. “And”-he looked at me-“when exactly is soon?”

“Tomorrow,” was his answer. I did a double take. If I had my dates right, then I was engaged two days ago. This must be a world record or something. Not that I’m complaining.

“You are dismissed, and don’t bring anything with you. Everything will be in the safe room waiting for you.”

{--O--}

We are now sitting on my bed, not my normal room in the Selection--the Princess Suite. My maids moved all my stuff while I was still …preoccupied with retraining myself not to kill Aspen. While he was sitting crisscrossed on the bed, I was laying on it, savoring the cloud like mattress.

“I’m not sure what to feel right now,” he said truthfully.

“That makes the two of us.”

“Is hiding really our thing?”

“Nope, not at all. We throw ourselves in danger until we finally end up dead.”

“I didn’t mean it like that, but does define us.”

“True. All joking aside, if this is anything like the time in the safe room, I’ll sit there all year.”

He cocked his eyebrow. “Really? I thought we could do so much better. That time we had injuries and sadness.”

“Not all of it. Besides, there’s no such thing as a happily ever after.”

“I’m willing to try,” he said, his chocolate eyes serious. Then he bent in to kiss me.

“So am I, Maxon. So am I.” 

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I feel like such a crappy person. My laptop just did not want me to write this chapter--it kept deleting it. I'm really hoping I've done this chapter justice. *crossing fingers* Well I just had to ask, has anyone read the script to the Selection T.V show that got canceled? It completely sucked: Maxon is player AND he has a brother. Aspen is also black. I'm most definitely not racist, but Aspen's description is given for a reason. Anyway, hope you like the chapter. Love y'all. *air kiss*

Dedication to King Maxon, for just being so goddamn adorable.

-Maria