If Maxon Picked Kriss

Chapter 5

Maxons POV

At the end of the day, after the concert, when everyone was away I pulled Georgia away. I needed to find out if my suspicions were true.

"Why was she drinking?" I blurted too fast.

She seemed to know who I was referring to after my question because she tensed. I imagined it was awkward for her and felt embarrassment wash over my face. If anyone would know though it'd be her. She's always going to see America and talk to her and use her help for things.

"She's been like this for a while. It wasn't until today I realized how bad things are. I tried to talk to her but I don't think it helped. I think the stress I put on her was a lot too." I could tell from her response she was concerned. But what could she do. How is this fixable.

I was hesitant to bring this idea out. But if I could help America how could that be anything but good. I decided to go through with my plan and proceeded to talk to Georgia,

"I think I need help with my King duties, I need someone to help with my workload and be in two meetings at once. I was thinking about bringing her to the castle to help me and also be a public advocate for rebels. It would make it easier to have a meeting with all the rebels together rather than having everyone separate. I was also thinking she could be on the report and talk to the people who are on the edge of their views or sway their opinions. Do you think that would be an idea that could work?"

She takes a moment to ponder it. Then she speaks,

"That'd be a good idea. We need someone to publicly speak to the people instead of everyone avoiding it happening. I think it would be good for her to be surrounded by people. I think she's lonely lately. I can talk to her and get her to the castle if you want. I don't know how close you two are." She's right, I don't know if she'd be comfortable with me randomly reaching out. I need Georgia to talk to America so it doesn't feel forced or make her uncomfortable.

"Alright that works. You can take her if you want or you can let her come on her own and I'll tell the guards to let her in. Thank you for helping Georgia. It's always a pleasure."

Kriss walks up and asks what were talking about, and I shrug my shoulder.

"Just kingly duties, sweetheart." She loops her arm in mine and we head into the castle where she goes into the women's room with Nicoletta.

America's POV:

I awake to a banging. Well... Idk if it can even be called that.

It feels more like I'm still asleep in a dream and I'm watching myself stumble from off my apt floor to the door.

My heads pounding to the point of not thinking straight. How did I get here. What's the last thing I remember? Whose knocking?

I take a quick look in the mirror at my appearance before opening the door. It's Georgia.

By the look on her face she wasn't too thrilled to see me either. She pushed past the door and walked in.

"Nice to see you too. We need to talk abt plans for the rebels. You might want to take a seat." I can hear the sarcasm in her voice. It's clear she's upset with me.

I follow her orders and sit down opposite of her.

"I was talking to august and maxon and I think it would be a good idea if you were to go to the palace and advocate there for the rebels." She pauses

"They haven't seen you and during the selection you had so much influence I think you'd be good to go there and help with the workload and make public appearances to the public. To give them hope and encourage them." She finally finishes and then proceeds to look at me. I then start my questions.

"So I would need to find an apartment close to the palace? How long would this be?"

"You'd live there for the time being and help maxon with his workload. This would be until we find a better solution for you to play a role but it'd make a huge difference to the people." I paused.

"Does he know about this? He's okay with this? He hates me why would he want me near him?" She knows who the he is I'm referring to and sighs.

"He knows. And he thinks you could help out a ton to convincing the public. I don't think he hates you. I can tell he cares about you and doesn't care about what you did anymore. He's moved on."

Of all the things I wanted her to say. That's what haunted me the most. The phrase repeats in my head millions of times.

He's moved on.
So have I. Haven't I?

"I need to think about it can I let you know soon?"

She ponders it but answers

"Yeah of course. Just please think it over. It really would make a big difference." She grabs her jacket and walks out the door.

I need a drink. I scan the house for a sign of anything but all I see is empty bottles. I guess it's time to head to the store.