It was past one o'clock when I went back up to my apartments for lunch. I do not feel like going to the palace dining room, far too big for me alone, which will certainly remind me of the absence of my loved ones. However, I smile as I enter and notice America, half-hidden in an armchair by the fireplace; I approach and lean towards her to place a kiss on the velvety skin of her neck.
"Maxon! "she chuckles. "I didn't hear you come in, is everything all right? »
"Well, yes, I suppose so. Now that I have found you again, nothing bad can happen to me. »
"Oh, what a fine talker you are, Mr Schreave," she scoffs.
"Only for you, Miss Singer," I replied, kissing her. "Are you hungry?"
" Is that really a question? »
I burst out laughing and pulled her towards me, dropping the book that had been sitting on her lap until then. I pick it up and inspect the cover:
"Gregory Illéa's diaries, really? »
"I thought it would be good for me to read them, now that... I am supposed to become the queen of this country. "she says, hesitating on the word.
"It's a good initiative. And I am sure you will make an excellent sovereign, my dear. »
"As long as you are there to guide me, I think I can limit the damage," she smiles.
"Really? Be careful, Miss Singer, because I am a very tough teacher. »
She laughs and swoons at me. I kiss her forehead, and as a good gentleman, I pull her chair out and help her to sit at the small table in front of the large bay window overlooking the gardens. We enjoy a mushroom risotto while I tell her about my conversation with the Queen of Italy.
"I sincerely hope that we will be able to ally with them," she says over a glass of white wine. "I have the impression that they will be a great help to us, given the events to come. »
"I think so too," I replied. "How the freedoms of their people are important to them inspires me enormously. I wish I could do the same with my own. »
"And you will," she reassures me by placing her hand on mine.
I smile tenderly at her, then clear my voice to move on to a less pleasant subject:
"I also spoke with Kriss this morning. »
"Ah...! How did it go? "she asks.
"As expected," I squeaked. "She finds it hard to understand why I would choose you, rather than her, after what she saw yesterday morning. And she completely hides the fact that I know she has pledged allegiance to the Northerners. »
"I can't blame her," she comments. "I guess I would react the same way if I were in her shoes. You told me that the last one to leave tended to be a sore loser. »
"And I feel sorry for having to tell her things so abruptly. I hope she will forgive us and be happy. She deserves to find someone who really loves her and doesn't consider her as a second choice.»
America nods her head, understanding.
"Everything you say reminds me of the conversation I had with Aspen in the infirmary before I went up to see you when I still thought you hadn't survived. »
I try to control my face when I hear her talking about the guard. I am torn between knowing the story so as not to judge anything without knowing, but at the same time, I know that hearing the secret story of the last five months will not be easy. I summon all my self-control before answering:
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The King | Maxon Schreave
Fanfiction« For all intents and purposes, I am lord and master of this country, and you don't have to agree with my decisions but you will abide by them. » The story of Maxon Schreave's ascent to the throne of Illea and his first steps as King, husband and fa...
