A Selection Ever After

Chapter 2

    I wake up to a sound of keys trying to open the door to the room. I panic, thinking that it is a rebel guard, and turn off the lights and hide in the corner where the light from
The outside won't hit.
"Hello?"
The guard asks. I get the closest item near me. I come out into the clearing and yelled,
"I will kill you!"
"You are safe under my possession, Lady Kriss!"
He shouts. I look at him and scan the surroundings. Then I look at the item I'm carrying, which turns out to be a can, which isn't very intimidating. Embarrassed, I get out of the safe room, still eyeing the guard. I scan his items, and then relax. The guard leads me to my room, where he tells me to stay put for a while. I enter my room and it is messy. Little bits of glass are on the ground, and all my belongings are torn or crumpled on the floor. The bed sheets and canopy are ripped and crumpled, and parts of my room looked as if they were burned. I hear the door creak open and I turn around, alarmed. My maids come in, and their outfits are dirty and a bit ripped.
"Are you guys all okay? What about the king and queen? Maxon?"
"Maxon is alive. King Clarkson and Queen Amberly did not."
I look at my maids, trying to tell if they were messing with me or not. Their lips are pursed and they have a hint of worry in their eyes. I get hit with another thought of realization. Maxon is king. And whoever is picked by him is queen.  I make my way to my torn bed, sitting and sighing. The maids looks even more worried.
"I'm going to go take a walk around the palace."
"But Your Majesty, you're not allowed to go out."
"Well, we don't know how long I'm going to be here."
I say, winking, although I was somewhat certain that I was going to win. My maids give me a sympathetic smile and I walk out of my room. Out of the corner of my eye, I see my maids whispering to each other, handled in a group. I walk up to the third floor, thinking that Maxon would be on the "off-limits" floor. Surprisingly, there are no guards guarding his room (a/n I know this is wrong), so I walk up to his door. It is slightly ajar, and I see America talking to Maxon on his bed. I don't mean to intrude, but I feel myself wanting to hear more of what they are talking about. America is beaming and looking through papers. Maxon's face seemed to be contemplating something, but after a few seconds, he pulled out a box with a delicate ring in it. I feel my heart crack and shatter. I hear America gasp, and Maxon says,
"I love you. I should have told you a long time ago."
I run away, and I run downstairs towards my room and I run into the room, and I run on to my bed not bothering to close the door. My maids look at me, clearly alarmed, and shut the door and leave me to my grieving. With my face shoved into the pillow, I drown my sorrows and worries and drift off to sleep.