Forever- a Selection Fanfiction

Chapter Six- The Question

Hey everyone! So this chapter is going to be from Maxon's POV and your about to find out why. Sorry it's so short! So keep reading awesome nerds!
MAXON POV
The sheets were constantly getting tangled between my legs. I rolled over onto my stomach and checked the time. 2:47am the clock reads. And I still haven't managed to fall asleep.
America decided she wanted to be alone tonight, to think, she said. I neither questioned nor objected her, figuring we probably had been spending too much time together. Plus, she probably wanted to spend time with Marlee.
This didn't help with my sleeping issues. I hadn't been born with insomnia, but over the years I must have developed it out of fear. Fear of the rebels, fear of my father. Finally, when America came along, she seemed to sound that horrible feeling, making me feel safe. Of course, we were never 100% safe, but her being there with me gave me a false sense of security. I hope she lends it to Marlee tonight as well.
The advisers are thinking of having a mass memorial on television for all those who were lost, then their families can have smaller funerals of they wish. I seem to agree with them, for once. Although, wouldn't two funerals mean twice the pain? Apparently people have already started placing flowers along the gate of the palace in remembrance, and if I could, I'd take America out to see them.
America, America, America. I can't seem to get her off my mind. Comforting me, loving Marlee, the flowers. She goes round in endless circles in my head. Oh, why can't she be here with me? I love her. Oh so, so much. And now I know she feels the same way about me, there's no boundaries. Not like before.
Which reminds me. I have to go see one of the guards. I slide on my slippers and pull on my dressing robe before silently making my way down the halls to his quarters. I knock gently on the door, not wanting to wake anyone but him.
I hear muffled footsteps and groans from inside the room. "Christ." Aspen says as he opens the door. "What do you want - uh I mean, your majesty how can I help you?"
I laugh. "Aspen, can I talk to you, not as the Prince but as a friend?"
"Of course, your- Maxon."
He immediately begins making tea as I talk. "Aspen, I was wondering if you would like to give America away at our wedding."
He looks up, clearly surprised by the question and holds eye contact for more than a few seconds, scanning them for any proof I'm messing with him. When he finds no evidence, he turns back to making tea. There's silence for a few moments, no doubt he's weighing out his options and opinions. Finally, he looks up at me. "I would be honoured.".
"Great! Meet me for breakfast tomorrow to tell America." I say. That was easier than I thought. "Also, bring Lucy. America asked for her specifically to train her younger sister the palace etiquette."
"Of course, your majesty." Aspen sensed things are back to formal, but I dismiss this.
"Please, call me Maxon."
And I walk out of the room, back to my mess of sheets, expecting America to appear, and when she doesn't, I close my eyes and pretend she's there, telling her the news, until I finally fall asleep.