"So let's all raise a glass to our new Queen and King of I'lléa!" Our guests cheered and everyone raised their glass. Maxon was smiling his big goofy grin that I just love. He is always so handsome, but even more so with his new crown and medals. We all take a seat and start eating our food. We are eating mashed potatoes and gravy, with a salad on the side. I just want strawberry tarts. Maxon looks over at me and I look at him. "Are you ready for this new adventure, Queen America?" Queen. I'm a queen. That thought scares me. "I believe I am King Maxon." He caresses my face and kisses me gently. "Oh King Maxon, you need to shave. You're getting scratchy." Maxon pouts, jokingly. "But I'm King now," he says with pride. "Every king has had a beard." I'm about to tell Maxon to break the tradition, the rebel alarm goes off. Guards run to our sides to get us to a safe room. I hear shouts and screams. May. Mom. Where are they? I try to get away from the guards to find them but they grab me and start running to a safe room, with everything passing in a blur. I turn behind me to see if Maxon is following. Sure enough he is, with his curly blonde hair bouncing all around. The guard opens the door up ahead. Only a little further! "Up there! They're up there! Shoot them!" I run faster because I know those words were orders from the southern rebels leader. Gunshots fire and we ran through the safe room doors. I bend over catching my breath. "Amer-" I hear a voice start saying my name. I turn around and see Maxon holding his chest. "Maxon?" His shirt turns dark red and blood seeps onto his hand. His face goes pale and he falls to the floor. "MAXON!"
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
The Tragedy
FanficThis story takes place after America and Maxon have their coronation. They are celebrating with a dinner with all the guests that were invited, from royalty to family, when things go wrong and there is a rebel attack. Thanks for reading and enjoy my...
