America's P.O.V.
It had only been a few days after Maxon chose Kriss. I went to the princess suite, one last time, before Kriss's stuff would be moved in.
Marlee embraced me, as I cried on the floor, curled up in a ball.
"Oh, Marlee," I sobbed.
"Shh, shh." she comforted me, doing the best she could.
I sat up and wiped away my tears.
"How?" I asked, a little delirious. After all we had been through, a gunshot wound, several kisses, and trust, he still picked HER.
I shook with envy, and pain. Kriss burst through the doors, and Marlee scrambled out, towards the armoire. Kriss saw her.
"Marlee?" she whispered, "is that you?"
She turned around sheepishly, greeting her with a smile.
"Kriss!" she waved slightly. I breathed a sigh of relief, and crawled over to the armoire to which Kriss's back was turned. She joyfully hugged Marlee, and kissed her cheek. I was about to pounce on her, to make her forgive herself for ever setting foot on the palace grounds. Celeste was gone. So was Anne. ANd Lucy. There was no one I could talk to, especially not the future Queen.
Instead, I let silent tears flow down my cheeks, and stepped inside the armoire, the panel automatically pushing itself. I hugged myself, until Marlee followed me into the safe-room.
She hugged me. And we sat there, together, alone.
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Maxon & America: A Love Story for the Ages
Roman d'amourDuring the Choosing, Maxon chooses Kriss. Maxon is happy. America is not. After 20 years, Kriss dies, and so dies America's new husband. Maxon is holding a new Selection for his daughter, Angel. The more America stays in the palace, the more she get...
