Not An Ordinary Maxerica Love Story

The Garden

When Maxon finally finishes working he comes to find me in my room so he can take me to the garden. "Ready my darling?" Maxon asks. "Yes your royal husbandness, " I say with a curtsy. I put my arm around his and we head out to the garden. "I love the gardens, " I say with an exhale. "I know, " Maxon states. I wrap my arms around his neck, loosely so I don't strangle him, and I rest my head against his chest and look out at the beautiful sunset. He wraps his arms around me holding me close. A moment later I hear this weird noise. "What was that, " I ask Maxon. His arms loosen around me. I look at Maxon. I hear more of that same noise. Maxon falls to the ground. "Maxon!" I exclaim I kneel next to him. Shoot he's been shot in the side. That noise was gunshots. I see people running out of the forest. "Maxon are you okay?" I ask panicked. "Go inside, " Maxon struggles to say. "I'm not leaving you, " I tell him. I grab under his arms and start pulling him inside. I'm grunting a lot, stupid dress stupid shoes. "Maxon you'll be okay, " I tell him. Maxon tries to protest against me dragging him. I don't listen. All of a sudden I remember that there are rebels coming for us. "REBELS THEY ARE COMING!!!!" I scream over and over again. The guards all rush outside and start firing back. One of the guards comes to ask me if I'm okay. I am but obviously, Maxon isn't! The guard can't help me get Maxon to the safe room because he has to find his place. I hear someone scream that there was a rebel inside the palace. I open one of the small safe rooms in the hall and drag Maxon in there. The door shuts and we are safe. I kneel beside Maxon. "Maxon is it bad?" I ask. "Do you need stitches." I unbutton his shirt and use that to try to clean the wound with. He's going to need stitches I can't just let him keep bleeding. "Maxon?" I ask. "Yes?" he replies. "Do you trust me?" I ask. He nods. I look around the room for a first aid kit and I found it. It has just what I need pain medications and a needle and thread. Not too long after I finish. I help him sit up. "Thank you, " he says. "You're crazy. you know that?" he says. I smile. "Does it hurt?" I ask. "Surprisingly it's not that bad, " he tells me.