Chapter 9: Dual Perspective

~MAXON’S POINT OF VIEW~

          As my body rolls across the bed, I sense that my wife’s body is not on the bed with me, so I stretch out my hand, and run it up and down, just to be sure. She’s definitely not here. I open my eye, to confirm my instinct. She’s not here. I open my eyes, rubbing it with the back of my thumb, and then yawn.

          I stand up, then shiver as my feet hit the ground, its coldness absorb by my feet. I look up around the room, but she’s not to be seen, but the bathroom’s door is closed. I walk towards the bathroom, and knock gently. America answers softly, her sweet and gentle voice seeping in my ears, “Wait, My Royal Husbandness.” I laugh as the nickname of mine rush out of her mouth

          “Really? As far as I know, the King must not wait.” I say, keeping a tight voice. I am imagining her rolling her eyes right now. Then the door opens, revealing America. Her face is tired, hell, she looks tired. Her hand is in her forehead. I approach her, asking her if something is wrong, she just shakes her head, dismissing the question. But I know that she’s really tired, as for I, don’t question me, because I really don’t know. I begin questioning America, if she’s sick, if there’s something’s hurting. She just waves her hand, but she doesn’t speak.

          I tell her I’m just gonna prepare for the show tonight, with Gavril Fadaye. Since I will be telling them that France and Illea have been united, thanks to our honeymoon, thanks to America, and I will be telling them about the current state of our country. Then a little information about what is happening between America and I, about our moments, about our honeymoon. Things like that. I tell America just to lie down here on the bed, and she says yes whilst nodding her head.

             I love you, I mouth. She smiles and mouths ‘love you too’.

          I head to the bathroom, and open the shower, letting the cold of droplets splash my whole body. I shiver, as the water touches my face. I pour a shampoo onto my palm, and massage my scalp. Then rinse it. I grab the towel that is handing on the towel bar, and dry myself. I pace across my room, and see America is sleeping. A smile on her lips. She sleeps like a cute baby. With her thumb inside her mouth. This is the first time I see her sleep with a thumb inside her mouth. I chuckle.

        As always, I walk towards the cupboard, and open it, revealing tons of clothes of mine, I quickly grab my attire for today. A dark blue made of cotton shirt, has set of dark blue buttons. It has a sleeve that is as long as my arm, and has a cuff that shapes my wrist perfectly, on both seam, a badge made of pure gold is laying on top of it. I grab the pants that is dark blue also, and wear them. I look at the mirror, just to check myself if I look presentable. I wink at my own reflection, and chuckle. Then look back at America, who is sleeping heavily.

~AMERICA’S POINT OF VIEW~

         I wake up, and it’s already noon! I quickly stand up, and head inside the shower, struggling to remove my clothes, I open the shower and let the water pour on me whilst taking my clothes off. I’m such a great Queen! I wonder why Maxon haven’t woken me up. He usually does that, waking me up so we can work together. He must have seen me tired, that’s why. I pull the clothes out of my body, and throw it anywhere. Yes, I’m such a great Queen.

          After a quick bath, I grab my outfit for today. I must look presentable, I must look like a Queen! I begin to panic as I struggle what to do first. Oh, Sylvan will be thrilled to see me late. I just hope Maxon have reminded her. Sylvan is trying his best to support me, and guide me in every single thing that is related to being a Queen, so is Silvia. With the queen manner stuffs.

          I pick up my attire. A light purple dress, it has a sleeve that is as long as my short arm, fitting my arm perfectly. Not big, neither small. Just enough. In the center of the collar, a light green gem is glowing brightly, catching my eye. Twinkling as if it’s one of the stars in a perfect and soothing night. I call my personal maids, Lucy and Mary, to help me tie my hair in a perfect hair bun. They do it properly, their delicate hands touching my hair softly, as if it would break if they made one mistake. I see Lucy smiles to me. Good thing that she and Aspen are being happy with each other. I wear my attire, and see myself in the mirror. I look perfect, and elegant. I let my sweet smile appear. Lucy and Mary beam, super happy that we have lots of time to bond before the show.

          As I make my way towards the Women’s Room, I feel a pang of dizziness swirling around my head, making my vision blurry. Now, I see a total blur. My eyes are seeing a pair of two guards running towards me, as I try to move forward, I get off balance and my vision goes black.

          I wake up in the hospital wing, a nurse by my side, she’s observing me. My eyes are searching for Maxon, but he’s not here. So I ask the nurse, “Where’s my husband?”

          “With Gavril Fadaye, Your Highess.” She says sweetly. I try to move up, but I’m still feeling a little dizzy. My head is throbbing. The nurse guides me to stand up. “Please be careful, Your Highness. You’re one month pregnant.” What?

          What? Did I just hear what I just heard? I’m… I’m pregnant? My heart is beating so fast I’m afraid it would get out of my chest and run for its life. My pulse is throbbing, bloods flowing in my veins in an abnormal condition. I’m pregnant! “Does His Majesty know?” I ask her gently, tears are threatening to pour out of my eyes. She shakes her head, and I nearly sob. I’m gonna be a mom. I cannot contain this!

          I stand up and make my head towards the event, with the nurse assisting me by my side. Telling me to just calm down myself, but I cannot. As soon as I step out of the balcony, the camera man hits me, and I smile, and wave at them. The crowd roars to cheers. Maxon looks at me, a glint of happiness in his eyes. His genuine smile makes my hear thud fast. Maxon clears his throat and begins his speech.

          “As I was saying, France and Illea has been in good terms, and now, we’re united,” he says, a proud tune in his voice. “It’s a good sign, a new ally. As for me and America, we’re in good terms too.” He chuckles. “We’re very romantic with each other, and I can’t help but to tease her every day. And I love her very much.” I shake my head, smiling because of what Maxon has just said. I move beside Gavril, and whisper into his ear.

          “I’d like to say something, Gavril.” I whisper in Gavril’s ear, he nods, and releases a genuine smile. Gavril moves to the front and says thank you to Maxon for sharing our love story, and then he says that I have an announcement to share. He looks at me, his eyes are smiling. Maxon looks at me, his eyes are asking what I’m gonna share. I just smile at him, and head in the front. I clear my throat.

          I take a deep breathe, and release them. Looking at the crowd makes me so nervous I’m afraid that I would ruin this. That I might ruin this. So I just shake the thought away in my head and smile at the crowd. I notice they’re waiting, so I begin to say, “In the afternoon, I was walking in the corridor, was heading to Women’s Room, but then I felt strange. My vision began to blur. It’s been happening to me since last week, I thought it’s just the tiredness that has been covering me this last week.

          “But, when my vision began to blur, two guards were running towards me. Then I woke up at the medical wing.” I collective gasp from the crowd, and I bite my lower lip, then look at Maxon, his eyes full of worries. I give him an approving smile, and he smiles back. “The nurse, which I brought here, as you can see,” I point at the nurse, and she waves and smiles. “She told me about my condition. And I’m glad to say… that… my husband… is gonna be a daddy.”

          More gasp comes out of the crowd, then it goes silent for a minute. Then it roars to cheers. I look up at Maxon, and he’s on the verge of crying. He bites his lips, and walks towards me. And gives me a peck on the lips. He puts his forehead on mine.

          “Really? I’m gonna be a daddy?” Maxon whispers, his warm breath hits my face, and I, of course, smell it. And I must say it smells like a natural fruit. I nod at him. Then he hugs me, and kissies me on the lips.

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