I couldn't believe it when the epilogue of the One had ended. GIVES ME DEM FEEEEEELS

So I decided to continue on the story ~~ Let the Imagination Flowwww

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This isn't happily ever after

It's so much more than that

The pastor starts beginning his speech, about vows and all that;

"Maxon Calix Schreave, are you willing to take America Singer as your lawful wedded wife?"

Immediately I stared straight into Maxon's eyes, now wishing I hadn't done it so quickly. He turns to face me, locking eyes with me and gives me the smile that melts my heart every single time I see it.

"I Do."

The pastor now turns to me, and says, "America Singer, are you willing to take Maxon Calix Schreave as your lawful wedded husband?"

I look at Maxon, the last time I am ever going to see him as my boyfriend.

"I Do."

"The rings, please?" May's cue had finally arrived as she hurried towards us with our rings that lay on top of the cushion.

"This ring, as you place it on your fingers symbolizes the love and trust between you that will never cease. May its presence on your hand remind you of your love and vow."

Carefully, I take the first ring lying on top of the cushion and slip it onto Maxon's finger while he does the same to me with the second. I realized how much my fingers were trembling when I was trying to slip them onto Maxon's finger. He looks at me with the reassuring smile and I finally manage to fit the ring perfectly onto his finger. After he finishes, he takes both of my hands and cups it in between his.

"By the power enthroned in me, I may now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

At that, I feel my eyes getting watery. As the crowd erupts into an applause, Maxon pulls my hands towards him and leans in towards me.

He brushes his lips against mine and the light touch of his lips fills me with warmth. I rest my hands over his shoulder as he puts his hands on my waist.

It felt as if my whole world has been stopped.

At this moment, guests gathered at the grand hall as everyone celebrated our wedding day. Laughing and chattering away. While on the other hand, Maxon and I were in our rooms changing our outfit for the evening.

"Hey darling," Maxon comes towards me as I lay my dress down on the bed. I have now officially moved into Maxon's room since he felt much better staying here than in his parents room. "Hey, My Royal Husbandness," I turn around and smile at him. "Are you sure you want to stay in this room?"

"Yeah, I feel like I should leave my parent's room alone just for remembrance of them. It doesn't really feel right to be moving into their room so soon." He comes and wraps his arms around my waist from behind and kisses me on the neck.

"Do you think I should wear this dress to the hall?" I hold the dress in front of me and examine myself in the mirror. "Does it suit me?" I had a skeptical look on my face.

"My Dear, anything looks good on you." He grins.

"Oh, don't expect you can get away with calling me 'My Dear' since I'm your wife." I pretend to roll my eyes. At that moment, someone knocks on the door and he hurries over to open it.

"America! We have to get you ready for your entrance to the hall!" It was Mary and Paige, rushing into the room carrying bags of accessories.

I was pushed in front of the mirror for them to unzip me from my wedding dress. I turned my head to look at Maxon, seeing him sitting on an armchair smirking.

I whispered to my maids, "Boys..." and they giggled as they put me into the new dress. My maids started to apply thin layers of makeup onto my face, matching my dress. They did not want to add too much bling to my outfit so they decided with only a pair of amethyst earrings.

"Thank you so much, for all the preparation and everything I mean." I nodded towards them.

Once they finished, they excused themselves and left the room. Maxon leapt up from his chair and walked towards me.

"Your beautiful, My Queen." He smiles at me as he stokes the side of my cheek with his soft, tender hands.

"Oh shut up with your over rated compliments." I playfully push him away. I spun myself towards the mirror, until then do I realize what he was looking at the whole time.

I could not recognize myself. I looked like an entire new person. I was wearing a purple dress. It was sleeve-less with sashes running down from my shoulders curling itself around the dress all the way to the bottom. I touch the soft silk purple fabric and admire it as it goes down, gradually changing into a dark ultramarine colour. Near the top of my dress was speckled with little gems that sparkled under the light. My maids were so delicate with every part of my dress that was being put together.

"You look like a litte galaxy America." Maxon chuckles, then he whispers to me, "My world." Then he strides across the room towards a tiny drawer and pulled it out.

"What are you doing?" He takes out a small velvet box, "I have a present for you." Maxon beams at me.

Inside was a diamond necklace, that had purple gems that hung beside it: my birthstone. Although the gems looked dark, the necklace was surprisingly glowing brightly. It was ravishing; it had an elegant look, but daunting at the same time.

"I wanted to give this to you. I don't know, I guess as a 'thank you for marrying me present?'. Anyway, I thought it would match your outfit." He looks at me sincerely.

I gasped. "Maxon, it's gorgeous." I blinked back tears.

"Oh don't cry, my little galaxy. Here let me put it on for you." He comes around and brushes my hair off to the side, as his hands briefly skims over my collarbone.

"Well you've got to stop being so sweet." I joked. "Now my makeup is going to get ruined because of you!" I pretended to wipe my tears.

"Ha ha, save your jokes for later when you're meeting the guests. C'mon, we better start heading down." He reaches for my hand and leads me to the great hall.

Hand in hand, we enter the great hall as everyone turns towards our direction and claps. I scan around the room and see many familiar faces: the girls from the Selection, my family, friends from back at home. Then my eyes catch sight of him; Aspen, with his arm around Lucy grinning at me. I smile back, thinking how much I should go talk to him and see how's he doing.

As Maxon and I reach our table, I see Kriss coming up to me, "Congratulations America! You are such a lucky person." She laughs although I could sense a bit of sadness in her voice. There was Natalie, Elise, and other girls from the Selection who also came up to me and congratulated, giving wishes and the best of luck.

During desert, someone comes from behind and hugs me. I turn around, it was Marlee.

"Hey girl! Welcome to the young couples gang!"

I laugh and continued chatting on and on with her. Suddenly, we see someone approaching us: Aspen. She notices him and says, "Well talk to ya later, better not hog you for the entire time." She gives me one last hug and goes back to join her table.

He immediately reaches in for a hug, although it was hard since he had crutches.

"Hey Mer, the banquet is amazing."

"Oh thanks! Maxon and I chose all the decorations and stuff."

"Now you're gonna live a royal life huh?"

"Yeah... I'm going to miss all the times back then." Maxon walks over to us and he clamps on Aspen's shoulder.

"Hey Aspen, how are you doing?"

"Easy there, I'm still a guy on crutches." Maxon laughs back, "Haha you'll be fine soon." It warms my heart to see the two of them getting along so well.

"Okay boys, have fun talking!" I excuse myself and join with my other friends.

A while later, slow music starts playing from the string quartet. Maxon comes up to me and offers his hand out towards me, "May I?" The girls around me started giggling and oohing around me.

"Of course." I grinned and place my hand on his and we start walking to a giant area in the middle of the hall.

"How are you doing my dear?" I rest my head on his chest. "I'm fine. Well how are you doing My Royal Highness? Have you dance with a girl before?" I teased.

"Tons of time, in all those banquets my parents held when I was young." He lowers his voice and whispers, "You know, so I can be prepared for this dance with my special girl." I roll my eyes.

After a while, people started joining us in the center, dancing to the song played by the quartet. Suddenly, the song transitions into a romantic piece, music slows down.

Cupping my face, Maxon lifts my head up from his chest and brings me in for a kiss. He kisses me with such great gentleness and it lingers there for a while.

Suddenly, there's a tap on our shoulders. A guard had (in a way) interrupted "our moment". We immediately stopped kissing and stepped back awkwardly. I noticed how Maxon's face had turned to a dark shade of red from blushing and I could not help hide my giggles.

"Your Highness, there has been some things going on in the hospital wing. I may believe that earlier on you had a false report. You have to follow me to the hospital wing.

"What is going on?" Maxon wraps his arm around my shoulder. The guard turns towards us and had a stern face.

"Your parents,

they're not dead."