The King | Maxon Schreave

Chapter Four

Hey everyone ! Enjoy this new chapter of The King, which cost me tears in the middle of the Starbucks while writing ;) As usual, don't forget to leave reviews, I love you all! And don't forget to follow my amazing beta-reader choosingme_ on Instagram <3

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"Silvia came to find me this afternoon," America announces to me once our dessert is finished. "She informed me that I would be in charge of supervising the funeral."

"You don't have to do that," I reply, taking her hand in mine. "I know how much your father's death has affected you and I do not want to make it any harder on you."

"I'm not going to break, Maxon," she replied. "Besides, I don't want to twiddle my thumbs while you are struggling to get our country out of the crisis we are going through. You know how much I hate to stand by and watch this happen."

"I would never dream of underestimating you, dear," I chuckled. "And it is normal that you take time to get your bearings."

She nods her head and pinches the bridge of her nose as if crushed by an invisible burden. I feel a wave of guilt overwhelming me, so complicated is the idea of putting her through such a sacrifice of her old life. When the Selection began, she had been promised a long period of relative, but peaceful, tranquillity. To have only the duties of a princess, still far from the harsh realities that make up the governance of a country. And here I am king, while she has to take on the role of queen beyond her reach and learn to compose in the shadow of my beloved Mother.

"Don't worry about me, Maxon," she reassures me. "I want to help you in your new role, starting by relieving you of the difficult task of organising your parents' funeral."

"I don't know what I would do without you," I confessed. "If by the greatest tragedy you had died yesterday, I wonder how I could have taken on the role I am being asked to play."

"Shhh," she calms me down. "I am not dead, and I don't intend to leave you any time soon, Maxon Schreave. I want to live all those beautiful things you promised me yesterday morning, and more."

I want everything with you. I want the holidays and the birthdays, the busy seasons and the lazy weekends. I want peanut butter fingerprints on my desk. I want inside jokes and fights and everything. I want a life with you. I smile as I replay these words in my head. They are even more real and stronger today when I almost lost everything in a matter of moments.

"Come with me," I say, taking her by the hand.

She gets up laughing and I cannot help but look down at her exposed legs. When I went back up to my rooms, I found her on the bed, her hair still wet and wearing one of my shirts as a dress. She had blushed and asked if I did not mind. Do I mind? This delightful sight is the best of excuses! Even now the urge to lay her down under me to make her mine and never let her go again is very upsetting, and I have to concentrate so as not to give in to my desires. Waiting seems a little harder every day, and this little devil does not make it easier for me.

"Are you enjoying the show, Mr Schreave?" she questions.

"More than you can imagine, Miss Singer. Hurry up, before I show you how much I like you," I said as I led her away.

"I wouldn't say no to that," she replied, pulling me towards her.

Losing my grip on myself, I swooped down on her and we hit the wall behind us as I captured her mouth with a deep, craving kiss. Her hands get tangled in my locks, while my fingers lock on her neck and I press my lips a little more against hers. All the emotions of the day resurface violently as I continue to explore her delicious mouth.