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Tu as un coeur d'or, América. Je sais que cela va te surprendre, mais c'est très rare dans notre monde. Attention, je ne prétends pas que tu es parfaite; je t'ai vue piquer des colères énormes, je sais que c'est loin d'être le cas ! Mais tu as bon coeur, et tu éprise de justice. Avec ta nature généreuse, je te soupçonne de voir des choses qui sont visibles de toi seule.

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Ton papa qui t'aime.

"Ils se marièrent et vécurent heureux jusqu'à la fin des temps ?" Un peu limité comme programme.

Je suis prête à parier que ça va être mille fois mieux...

Brise moi le coeur. Brise le cent fois si ça te chante. De toute façon, il a toujours été à toi.

Celeste se tourne alors vers Elise.

- Je ne sais pas comment tu as fait pour tirer un trait sur toutes les horreurs que je t'ai fait subir. Même celles pour lesquelles personne ne m'a soupçonnée.

-Tu veux dire les bouts de verre dans mes escarpins, les robes déchirées dans la penderie, l'eau de Javel dans mon shampoing? récite Elise, très calme

- De l'eau de Javel! je m’exclame.

Elle confirme d'un signe de tête.

- J'ai raté une matinée entière au Boudoir parce que mes bonnes ont du me teindre les cheveux en catastrophe. Je savais que c'était toi, ajoute-t'elle, le regard braqué vers Celeste, comme pour la défier.

The One Epilogue

Half-asleep, I swatted at a tickle on my shoulder. It happened again, and I instinctively rolled away. The tickle returned, traveling across my back. Oh. It wasn’t a random breeze or another feather that had escaped from my pillow.

Those were kisses.

Eyes still closed, I smiled to myself as Maxon brushed away a lock of hair to find a new place to kiss. Waking up to the feeling of Maxon’s breath on my skin reminded me of how we ended up knotted in these sheets in the first place.

I giggled as his mouth hit a ticklish spot on my neck.

“Good morning, darling,” he whispered.

“Good morning.”

“I was wondering,” he began, murmuring the words into my cheek as I rolled over. “Seeing as it’s my birthday, do you think we could get away with spending the entire day in bed?”

I smiled and forced my sleepy eyes open. “And who will run the country?”

“No one. Let it fall to pieces. So long as I have my America in my arms.”

His hair was a perfect mess, and he was so warm that every last particle in my body wanted nothing more than to stay here with him. It was completely fascinating to me the way that love grew. I kept thinking I’d found a way to give him all that I had, but then I’d learn a new quirk, hear a new story, go through a new experience, and my heart swelled.

“But what about the party? We spent weeks planning,” I complained.

He propped up his head on his hand. “Hmm. Okay, we’ll take a ten-minute break to check out the party and come right back.” Maxon wrapped his arms around me, and I laughed as he covered me with kisses.

We were so distracted, we didn’t even hear the butler open the door. “Your Majesty, there’s a call from—”

Before he could finish, Maxon chucked a pillow at him, and the butler retreated into the hall, pulling the door shut behind him. There was a pause before a muffled voice filtered in. “Sorry, sir.”

I’d gotten used to a lack of privacy since living in the palace, and as far as those awkward moments went, this was one of the better ones. I covered my mouth, trying to contain my laughter, and when Maxon saw my smirk, he smiled, too. “Well, I guess that answers my question.”

I sat up to kiss his cheek and immediately felt a rush of dizziness. “Oh!”

“Are you all right?”

“Mmhm,” I mumbled, covering my mouth. “Sat up too quickly.”

He ran his hand over my back, and I leaned into him.

“What time’s the party again?”

“Six. Everyone’s coming, even my mom.”

“Oh, then it’ll really be a party!”

I swatted him. “Are you ever going to let it go? It was one time.”

“She danced in the fountain on New Year’s Eve, America,” he said, a childish amusement in his eyes. “It was amazing, and I will never let it go.”

I sighed. “Anyway, don’t be late. I’m going to get dressed. I’ll see you at breakfast.”

“Okay.”

I pulled the sheet off the bed as I stood, wrapping it around me.

He lay back and watched me go. “Of all your dresses, that’s my favorite.”

I bit my lip as I took one last look at him before opening the door that led to my suite. There was no way I was ever going to have enough of him.

Mary was waiting for me, of course. She was used to seeing me walk back from Maxon’s room or watching him bolt out of mine, but it was that knowing smirk that got me every time.

“Good morning, Your Majesty,” she greeted me with a curtsy. “Have a good night, then?”

“Wipe that smile off your face!” I teased, tossing the sheet at her and running to the bathroom.

I had been worried about the cut of my dress, but it fit spectacularly. Heads turned when I walked in to the party, and I tried to accept the attention graciously. Even after two years of marriage, being in the spotlight still took some getting used to.

May rushed to my side. “You look radiant, Ames!”

“Thank you. You clean up pretty well yourself.” I touched one of her perfectly placed curls and marveled at how well my sister had adjusted to life as a royal. Not that I was surprised. She had always been charming and bubbly, and almost as soon as she and my family moved to Angeles, May had become a media darling. While plenty of pictures of me would be printed tomorrow, there would be twice as many of May.

“Are you feeling okay?” she asked.

“Just a little distracted. You go have fun. I need to make sure everything’s running smoothly.”

“Have fun? I’m on it!” She dashed off, waving to people I was positive she didn’t even know, sparkling all over. The party was in full swing by now, and it looked as though the guests was enjoying themselves. The decor was simple, the lighting was lovely, and the musicians were doing an excellent job. I hoped Maxon was pleased.

I made my way across the floor, sampling some hors d’oeuvres on my way. None of the food seemed terribly appealing, though. Maxon’s favorites weren’t necessarily mine, I just had to trust that everyone else would enjoy the selection.

I stretched up to my tiptoes, scanning the room. If Maxon had listened to me, he ought to be around here somewhere by now. I didn’t find him, but I did see Marlee. She rushed over as soon as she saw me, leaving Carter talking with some of the guards.

“The party is amazing, America,” she gushed, kissing my cheek.

“Thanks. I’m trying to find Maxon. Have you seen him?”

She turned to look with me. “I did see him come in, but I have no idea where he is now.”

“Hmm. I’ll have to do a lap. How’s Kile?”

She smiled anxiously. “Good. I’m trying to get used to letting a nanny put him down.”

Kile was just over a year old, and Marlee absolutely adored him—as did I. He was the only male who regularly spent time in the Women’s Room without expressly asking for permission.

“I’m sure he’s doing fine, Marlee. And it’ll do you good to spend some time with Carter alone.”

She nodded. “You’re right. We’re both having so much fun. But just you wait and see. It’s hard to let them go, even for a little while.”

I smiled. “I can only imagine. Go, enjoy some of the food. I’ll see you later.”

“All right.” She gave me another kiss and made her way back to Carter.

I looped around the room, searching for my husband. When I finally saw him, my heart lit up. Not simply because I was happy to find him, but because he was talking to Aspen.

Aspen’s cane was gone now, but there were times when he still limped, especially if he was tired. We all considered it a miracle that he had healed so well, but if anyone could have recovered through sheer determination, it was Aspen.

They looked deep in conversation, and I moved closer, coming up behind them.

“Was your first year hard? Lots of people say it is, but you two seemed to do so well,” Aspen said.

He and Lucy had planned to get married not too long after Maxon and I did, but when her dad got sick, everything was put on hold. He eventually recovered, but even after that Aspen dragged his feet more than he needed to. I suspected he was afraid Lucy would change her mind, and I blamed that fear on me. They were so right for each other, he never needed to doubt. And when they finally did tie the knot, I was as happy as I’d been on my own wedding day.

Maxon sighed. “Hard to say. I don’t think it was the marriage part that was so hard as much as the duties. It was a lot to ask her to step into the role of a queen when she’d barely gotten used to the idea of being a princess.”

“Did you fight?”

“Are you kidding? That’s what we’re best at!” He and Aspen shared a laugh. I wanted to be offended, but it was true—we were good at arguing. Still, that had died down a lot.

“I don’t know why it feels like such a big deal,” Aspen said, his laughter fading. “We wanted to get married for so long. Why does it feel so overwhelming now that we are?”

“It’s the title.” Maxon took a sip of champagne. “It’s scary to be a husband. It feels like there’s more to lose. I worry about that title more than being called king, easily.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Aspen was quiet, considering this.

“Listen,” Maxon started. “This isn’t me kicking you out. You’re always welcome here. But maybe what you and Lucy need is your own place.”

“What, like a house?”

“Look around. Take Lucy with you and see if you find a place you like, that feels like something you can work on together. Making a life together might be easier if you have a home that’s really yours.”

“Marlee and Carter do fine here.”

“They’re a different couple.”

Aspen looked down, and I could see that something about this made him feel like he’d failed.

Maxon clapped him on the back. “I don’t trust many people the way I trust you. You’ve done a lot for me and for America. Just go look. See if there’s something out there that you two really love, and if there is, consider it a gift from us.”

“It’s your birthday. You’re supposed to be the one getting gifts,” Aspen protested, but there was a smile on his face all the same.

“I have everything I want. A country on the upswing, a happy marriage, and good friends. Cheers, sir.”

Aspen lifted his glass with a smile, and they drank. I blinked away my happy tears and came up, tapping Maxon on the shoulder.

He turned and broke into a sunrise of a smile. “There you are, my dear.”

“Happy birthday!”

“Thank you. This is really the best party I’ve ever had.”

“You did good, Mer,” Aspen added.

“Thank you both very much.” I turned to Maxon. “I need to steal you away for a bit.”

“Of course. We’ll talk more later,” Maxon promised Aspen, and followed me from the room.

“This way,” I instructed, pulling his arm.

“Perfect!” he said as we walked into the garden. “A break from the madness.”

I giggled, putting my head on his shoulder. Without instruction, he led us to our bench, and we sat, him facing the forest and me facing the palace.

“Champagne?” he offered, bringing over his glass.

“No thanks.”

He took a sip himself and sighed contentedly. “This was a wonderful choice. Truly, America, this was the best birthday I could have hoped for. Well, second best. I still would have liked the option I came up with this morning.”

I smiled. “Maybe next year.”

“I’ll hold you to it.”

I took a steadying breath. “Listen, I know we have a full night ahead of us, but I wanted to give you your birthday present.”

“Oh, darling, you didn’t need to get me anything. Every day with you is a gift.” He leaned in and kissed me.

“Well, I hadn’t planned on getting you a gift, but then something presented itself, so here we are.”

“All right then,” he said, placing his glass on the ground. “I’m ready. Where is it?”

“That’s the only problem,” I started. I felt my hands begin to shake. “It won’t actually arrive for another seven or eight months.”

He smiled but squinted. “Eight months? What in the world could take . . .”

As his words drifted away, so did his eyes, leaving my face and making their way to my stomach. He seemed to expect me to look different, for me to be as big as a house already. But I’d done my best to hide everything: the tiredness, the nausea, the sudden distaste for foods.

He stared on and on, and I waited for him to smile or laugh or jump up and down. But he sat there, frozen to the point that it started to frighten me.

“Maxon?” I reached out and touched his leg. “Maxon, are you all right?”

He nodded, still watching my stomach. His eyes filled with tears as he spoke. “Isn’t that remarkable? I suddenly love you a hundred times more,” he said, quietly and in awe. “And I didn’t think it was possible to find love for a person I don’t know at all.” He finally looked up at me. “Are we really going to have a baby?”

“Yes,” I breathed, welling up, too.

His eyes lit up. “Is it a boy or a girl?”

“It’s too soon to tell,” I said through happy tears. “There’s not much the doctor can tell yet except that someone is definitely there.”

Maxon placed a gentle hand on my tummy. “We’ll shorten your workdays, of course, or we can cut them completely if we must. And we can have more maids put on call.”

“Don’t be silly. Mary and Paige are plenty. Besides, you know my mother will want to be here, and Marlee and May will be around. I’ll have too many people taking care of me.”

“As you should!”

I threw back my head and laughed, but when I looked at him again, I saw that his expression had turned dark. “What if I’m like him, America? What if I’m a terrible father?”

“Maxon Schreave, that isn’t possible. If anything you will be too generous. We’re going to have to hire the strictest nanny in the world just to even it out!”

He smirked. “No strict nannies. Happy nannies only.”

“If you say so, Your Royal Husbandness.”

Maxon cleared his throat and wiped away his tears. “I’m assuming this is our secret?”

“For now.”

He smiled brightly. “All the same, now I definitely feel like celebrating.”

He scooped me up, rushing me back inside, and I couldn’t stop laughing. I peeked up at his expression, so hopeful and excited, and I knew we were only just getting to the best part of our lives.

Spoiler(cliquez pour révéler)"Regarde-moi, America.

Malgré la douleur, il sourit.

Brise-moi le cœur, murmure-t-il. Brise le cent fois si ça te chante. De toute façon il à toujours été à toi.

-Chut.

-Je t'aimerai jusqu'à mon dernier souffle. Chaque battement de mon cœur t'appartient. Je ne veux pas mourir sans te le dire.

-Arrête, s'il te plait, tiens bon!"

— Il va falloir suivre Aspen, me dit Maxon d’une voix lasse.

— Viens, America. Il n’y a pas de temps à perdre.

— Je reste ici ! Maxon s’agrippe à l’uniforme d’Aspen comme un noyé à une bouée.

— Elle doit vivre. Vous comprenez ? Elle doit vivre, quel qu’en soit le prix. Aspen acquiesce et il m’attrape par le bras avec une force quasi surhumaine.

— Non ! Maxon, je t’en supplie !

— Sois heureuse, souffle-t-il en me serrant la main une dernière fois tandis qu’Aspen m’entraîne à l’extérieur de la salle.

Au moment de franchir la porte, Aspen me plaque contre le mur. — Chut ! Ils vont t’entendre. Plus vite je te conduis à un refuge, plus vite je pourrai revenir le chercher. Tu dois m’obéir sans discuter, compris ? De la tête je fais signe que j’ai compris, en effet.

— Bon, pas un bruit. Il dégaine à nouveau son pistolet et m’emmène dans le couloir. Nous jetons un coup d’œil à droite, puis à gauche, et nous apercevons une silhouette qui s’éloigne de nous tout au bout du couloir. Une fois sûrs que nous ne risquons rien, nous nous remettons en route. En tournant le coin, nous trébuchons sur le corps d’un garde gisant par terre. Aspen vérifie s’il respire encore. Nous arrivons trop tard, hélas. Il récupère l’arme du garde et me la confie.

— Qu’est-ce que je dois faire avec ça ?

— Tu tires. Mais vérifie d’abord si c’est un ennemi ou un ami que tu vises. C’est le chaos ici.

Nous faisons le tour des refuges qui sont déjà occupés et verrouillés à double tour. La tension est à son comble. On dirait que les Renégats ont gagné les étages ou les jardins, car les bruits de la fusillade nous parviennent assourdis, comme étouffés par les murs. Aspen risque un regard dans un couloir.

— Il y a un refuge tout au bout. C’est une voie sans issue, alors sois vigilante.

Nous nous précipitons dans le couloir, direction le refuge, et la première chose que je remarque, c’est le soleil qui déverse des flots de lumière par la fenêtre. Il brille encore ? Il ne sait pas que l’apocalypse s’est déclenchée sur terre ? Aspen saisit la poignée de la porte du refuge.

— Allez, ouvre-toi, bon sang… Hourra ! Et il finit par l’ouvrir en masquant à ma vue une bonne partie du couloir.

— Aspen, je ne veux pas faire ça.

— Tu es obligée. Il faut que je te mette en sécurité, il y a des gens qui comptent sur toi. Et… j’aimerais que tu me rendes un service.

— Lequel ?

— S’il m’arrive quelque chose… il faut que je te dise…

Par-dessus son épaule, j’entrevois un éclair rouge à l’entrée du couloir. J’ai à peine le temps de lever mon arme, de viser un peu au hasard et de tirer. Aspen me pousse à l’intérieur du refuge et il claque la porte, me laissant seule dans le noir.

Je ne sais pas combien de temps je reste enfermée là-dedans.

Il ne résiste pas .Lorsqu'il glisse une main sous mes jupes,je perds complètements la tête et j'enfonce mes ongles dans son dos

"Je veux être avec toi, America.Je veux les vacances et les biberons, les semaines au rythme trépidant et les week-ends tranquilles. Je veux que des petits doigts laissent des traces de beurre de cacahouètes sur mon bureau. Je veux des plaisanteries que nous seront les seuls à comprendre et je veux qu'on se disputent, et tout le reste. Je veux faire ma vie avec toi."

En m'aventurant dans les couloirs du pamais, j'ai du mal à en croire mes yeux.C'est une vision de fin du monde.Vitres et miroirs brisés dont les éclats captent les rayons du soleil, tableau mises en pièces,murs dynamités,tapis tchés de rouge... le moindre détail me rappelle que nous avons tous frôler la mort.

Je m'engage dans l'escalier principal, le regard baissé. Arrivée sur le palier du premier étage, je remarque une boucle d'oreille par terre et je fremis des pied à la tête.Est-ce que sa propriétaire a réussi à echapper aux Renégats?

Le couloir qui mène a la chambre de Maxon grouille de gardes armés.Est-ce que je vais réussir à franchir ce barrage? Je vais devoir l'appeler en criant.Peut-être qu'il va leur donner l'ordre de me laisser passer...comme le soir de notre première rencontre.

La porte de la chambre est grande ouverte, des gens entrent et sortent en flux continu, chargès qui d'un lourd dossier,qui d'un plateau en argent.Six gardes allignés le long du mur surveillent les allées et venues .L'un d'eux me remarque et plisse les yeux, commme s'il en revenait pas de me voir.Son voisin me reconnait aussitôt et, l'un après l'autre les soldats exécutent une réverence empreinte d'un respect émouvant.

-Il vous attend, mademoiselle , déclare l'un d'eux.

-Merci messieur.

(...)

-Votre majesté.

Je fais une petite courbette et en me redressant je vois ses yeux s'eclairer d'un sourir serein.

-Posez ces papier ici Stravros.Je vais demander à ces messieurs de bien vouloir quitter la chambre.Je dois m'entretenir avec cette jeune femme.

(...)

-J'ai appris pour tes parents.Cela m'attriste beaucoup.

-Ce n'est pas encore concret dans ma tête, me repond-il en m'invitant à m'assoir au bord de son lit.Je continue à penser que père travaille dans son bureau et mère dans le Boudoir, et d'une minute à l'autre l'un des deux va venir ici me confier une nouvelle tâche

- Je vois exactement ce que tu veux dire

-Mère a essayer de le sauver. Un garde m'a rapporté qu'un des Renégats l'avait mis en joue, mais elle est arrivée par-derrière .Elle est tombée en premiére , ils ont touché père quelques seconde plus tard

-Elle a toujours eu le sens du sacrifice

-Tu sais, tu lui ressembles beaucoup

-Je ne lui arriverait jamais à la cheville.Elle va me manquer, terriblement

-Au moins, tu es saine et sauves, poursuit Maxon en evitant mon regard. J'en esperais pas tant