Maxon comes into my room as I'm about to clean the gash in my hand. "Hey Maxon, " I call. He walks in. "Hello my dear." "I am not your dear. Is your dad mad?" "Surprisingly no. He was quite pleased with how you handled yourself." "Really?" "Of course. I'm proud of you darling." I blush. "Now let me help you clean your hand up, " he offers. "Thanks, " I say when he finishes.
Sorry, this was really short I just wanted to clear any confusion with what the king thought and all! Please comment and vote it makes my day! Check out my new story as well that I just realised today! I will be working on this one along with that one simultaneously! Love y'all! Btw the title is Trip to Carolina...Will Maxon and America find each other again? It's a selection fan fic!