The Selection Stories Collection

by Kiera Cass

I was so relieved, I burst into tears. “You’re okay. You’re all okay.”

  Aspen let out a huge sigh, his tight shoulders slumping as they relaxed.

  “My lady?” Lucy said. A second later she was running for me. Not too far behind, Mary and Anne came, enveloping me in hugs.

  “Oh, this isn’t proper,” Anne said as she held me.

  “For goodness’ sake, give it a rest,” Mary retorted.

  And we were so happy to be alive and safe that we laughed about it all.

  Behind them, Aspen stood, watching with a quiet smile, so clearly grateful to see me there.

  “Where were you? They looked everywhere.” Mary pulled me over to the bed to sit, though it was a terrible mess, with the comforter shredded, the pillows stabbed and leaking feathers.

  “In one of the safe rooms they missed. Maxon’s okay, too,” I said.

  “Thank God,” Anne said.

  “He saved my life. I was on my way to the gardens when they came. If I’d been outside …”

  “Oh, my lady,” Mary cried.

  “Don’t you worry about a thing,” Anne said. “We’ll get this room fixed up in no time, and we have a fantastic new dress once you’re ready. And we can—”

  “That won’t be necessary. I’m going home today. I’ll put on something simple and leave in a few hours.”

  “What?” Mary gasped. “But why?”

  I shrugged. “It didn’t work out.” I looked up at Aspen but was unable to read his face. All I could see was relief that I was alive.

  “I really thought it would be you,” Lucy said. “From the start. And after everything you said last night … I can’t believe you’re going home.”

  “That’s very sweet, but it’ll be all right. From here on out, anything you can do to help Kriss, please do that. For me.”

  “Of course,” Anne said.

  “Anything for you,” Mary seconded.

  Aspen cleared his throat. “Ladies, maybe you could give me a moment. If Lady America is leaving today, I need to go over some security measures. We didn’t get her this far only to let someone hurt her now.

  “Anne, maybe you could go get some fresh towels and things. She should go home like a lady. Mary, some food?” They both nodded. “And Lucy, do you need to rest?”

  “No!” she cried, standing tall. “I can work.”

  Aspen smiled. “Very well.”

  “Lucy, go to the workroom and finish that dress. We’ll come help soon. I don’t care what anyone says, Lady America. You’re leaving in style,” Anne said, addressing me at the end.

  “Yes, ma’am,” I answered. They left, closing the door behind them.

  Aspen walked over, and I stood to face him.

  “I thought you were dead. I thought I’d lost you.”

  “Not today,” I said, smiling weakly. Now that I saw how bad it was, the only way to stay calm was to joke about it.

  “I got your letter. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me about the diary.”

  “I couldn’t.”

  He bridged the space between us and ran his hand down my hair. “Mer, if you couldn’t show it to me, you really shouldn’t have tried to show it to the country. And the caste thing … You’re crazy, you know that?”

  “Oh, I know.” I looked at the ground, thinking over all the insanity of the last day.

  “So Maxon kicked you out because of that?”

  I sighed. “Not exactly. The king’s the one sending me home. If Maxon proposed to me this very second, it wouldn’t matter. The king says no, so I’m going.”

  “Oh,” he said simply. “It’s going to be strange without you here.”

  “I know,” I said with a sigh.

  “I’ll write,” he promised quickly. “And I can send you money if you want. I’ve got plenty. We can get married right when I come home. I know it’s going to be awhile—”

  “Aspen,” I said, cutting him off. I didn’t know how to explain that my heart had just been crushed. “When I leave, I want some peace, okay? I need to recover from all this.”

  He stepped back, offended. “So, what, do you not want me to write or call?”

  “Maybe not right away,” I said, trying to make it sound like it wasn’t a big deal. “I just want to spend some time with my family and get my bearings again. After everything I’ve felt here, I can’t—”

  “Wait,” he said, holding up a hand. He was silent for a moment, reading my face. “You still want him,” he accused. “After everything he’s done—after Marlee—and even when there’s absolutely no hope, you’re still thinking about him.”

  “He never did anything, Aspen. I wish I could explain about Marlee to you, but I gave my word. I have no hard feelings toward Maxon. And I know it’s over, but it’s the same way I felt when you broke up with me.”

  He scoffed incredulously, rolling his head back like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

  “I’m serious. When you ended it, the Selection became my lifeline because I knew I’d at least have some time to get past what I felt for you. And then you showed up here, and everything shifted. You were the one who changed us when you left me in the tree house; and you keep thinking that if you push hard enough, you can make everything go back to before that moment. It doesn’t work that way. Give me a chance to choose you.”

  As the words came out of my mouth, I knew that this was so much of what was wrong. I’d loved Aspen for so long, we’d just assumed a lot of things. But everything was different now. It wasn’t like we were still two nobodies from Carolina. We’d seen too much to pretend we would ever happily be those people again.

  “Why wouldn’t you choose me, Mer? Aren’t I your only choice?” he asked, sadness dripping into his voice.

  “Yes. Doesn’t that bother you? I don’t want to be the girl you end up with because my only other option isn’t available and you never looked at anyone else. Do you really want to get me by default?”

  He spoke intensely. “I don’t care how I get you, Mer.”

  Suddenly he charged at me, taking my face in his hands. Aspen kissed me fiercely, willing me to remember what he was to me.

  I couldn’t kiss him back.

  When he finally gave up, he pulled back my head, trying to read my face.

  “What’s happening here, America?”

  “My heart is breaking! That’s what’s happening! How do you think this feels? I’m so confused right now, and you’re the only thing I have left, and you don’t love me enough to let me breathe.”

  I started crying, and he finally calmed down.

  “I’m sorry, Mer,” he whispered. “It’s just, I keep thinking I’ve lost you for some reason or another, and it’s my instinct to fight for you. It’s all I know to do.”

  I looked at the floor, trying to pull myself together.

  “I can wait,” he promised. “When you’re ready, write me. I do love you enough to let you breathe. After last night, that’s all I need you to do. Please breathe.”

  I walked into him, letting him hold me, but it felt different. I’d thought I would always have Aspen in my life, and for the first time I wondered if that was completely true.

  “Thank you,” I whispered. “Stay safe here. Don’t be a hero, Aspen. Take care of yourself.”

  He stepped away, giving me a nod but no words. He kissed my forehead and made his way to the door.

  I stood there for a long time, not sure what to do with myself, waiting for my maids to come and pull me together one last time.

  CHAPTER 31

  I TUGGED AT MY DRESS. “Isn’t this a bit grand for the occasion?”

  “Not at all!” Mary insisted.

  It was late afternoon, but they’d put me in an evening gown. It was purple, and very regal. The sleeves went to my elbows, as it was colder back in Carolina; and a sweeping hooded cape was draped over my arm for when I landed. A high collar would protect my neck from any wind that might come, and they’d pulled up my hair so elegantly, I was positive this wa
s the prettiest I’d ever looked at the palace. I wished that I could go see Queen Amberly, sure that even she would be impressed.

  “I don’t want to linger,” I insisted. “It’s hard enough to go as it is. I just want you all to know that I’m so grateful for everything you’ve done for me. Not only for keeping me clean and dressed, but for spending time with me and caring about me. I’ll never forget you.”

  “And we’ll always remember you, miss,” Anne promised.

  I nodded and started fanning my face. “Okay, okay, I’ve had enough tears for one day. If you could tell the driver I’ll be right down, I’m going to take a moment.”

  “Of course, miss.”

  “Is it still improper for us to hug?” Mary asked, looking at me and then Anne.

  “Who cares?” she said, and they crowded around me one last time.

  “Take care of yourselves.”

  “You, too, miss,” Mary said.

  “You were always a lady,” Anne added.

  They stepped away, but Lucy held on. “Thank you,” she breathed, and I could tell she was crying. “I’ll miss you.”

  “Me, too.”

  She let me go, and they walked to the door, standing together in a group. They gave me one last curtsy, and I waved as they left me alone.

  So many times in the last few weeks I had wished I could leave. Now that it was here, seconds away, I was dreading it. I walked onto the balcony. I looked down at the gardens, gazing at the bench, the spot where Maxon and I had met. I didn’t know why, but I suspected he’d be there.

  He wasn’t though. He had more important things to do than to sit around thinking about me. I touched the bracelet on my wrist. He would think about me, though, from time to time, and that comforted me. No matter what, this was real.

  I backed away, closing the door and heading to the hallway. I moved slowly, taking in the beauty of the palace one last time, even though it was slightly marred by broken mirrors and chipped frames.

  I remembered walking down this grand stairwell the first day, feeling confused and grateful at the same time. There were so many girls then.

  When I reached the front doors, I paused for a moment. I’d gotten so used to being behind those massive blocks of wood that it almost felt wrong to go through them.

  I took a deep breath and reached for the handle.

  “America?”

  I turned. Maxon was standing at the other end of the corridor.

  “Hey,” I said lamely. I hadn’t thought I’d get to see him again.

  He walked over to me quickly. “You look absolutely breathtaking.”

  “Thank you.” I touched the fabric of my last dress.

  There was a breath of silence as we stood there, watching each other. Maybe that’s all this was: a last chance to see.

  Suddenly he cleared his throat, remembering his purpose. “I’ve spoken with my father.”

  “Oh?”

  “Yes. He was quite happy that I wasn’t killed last night. As you might have guessed, carrying on the royal line is very important to him. I explained to him that I nearly died because of his temper and attributed my finding a hiding place to you.”

  “But I didn’t—”

  “I know. But he needn’t.”

  I smiled.

  “I then told him that I set you straight on some behavioral things. Again, he needn’t know that’s untrue; but you could act like it happened, if you wanted.”

  I didn’t know why I would need to act like anything happened when I would be on the other side of the country, but I nodded.

  “Considering that I owe my life to you as far as he knows, he agreed that my desire to keep you here might be somewhat justified, so long as you were on your best behavior and could learn your place.”

  I stared at him, not completely sure I was hearing this right.

  “Really, the fair thing to do is let Natalie go. She’s not cut out for this; and with her family grieving right now, her home is the best place for her. We’ve already spoken.”

  I was still dumbstruck.

  “Shall I explain?”

  “Please.”

  Maxon reached for my hand. “You would stay here as a member of the Selection and still be a part of the competition, but things will be different. My father will probably be harsh toward you and do whatever he can to make you fail. I think there are some ways to fight that, but it will take time. You know how ruthless he is. You have to prepare yourself.”

  I nodded. “I think I can do that.”

  “There’s more.” Maxon looked to the carpet, trying to align his thoughts. “America, there’s no question that you’ve had my heart from the beginning. By now you have to know that.”

  When he brought his eyes up to mine, I could see it in every part of him and feel it in every piece of me. “I do.”

  “But what you do not have right now is my trust.”

  I was stricken. “What?”

  “I’ve shown you so many of my secrets, defended you in every way I can. But when you aren’t pleased with me, you act rashly. You shut me out, blame me, or, most impressively, try to change the entire country.”

  Ouch. That was pretty rough.

  “I need to know that I can depend on you. I need to know that you can keep my secrets, trust my judgment, and not hold things back from me. I need you to be completely honest with me and to stop questioning every decision I make. I need you to have faith in me, America.”

  It hurt to hear all of that, but he was right. What had I done to prove to him that he could trust me? Everyone around him was pulling or pushing him into something. Could I just be there for him?

  I fiddled with my hands. “I do have faith in you. And I hope you can see that I want to be with you. But you could have been more honest with me, too.”

  He nodded. “Perhaps. And there are things I want to tell you, but many of the things I know are of such a nature that they cannot be shared if there’s even a minuscule chance that you can’t keep them to yourself. I need to know that you can do that. And I need you to be wholly open with me.”

  I inhaled to respond, but it never came out.

  “Maxon, there you are.” Kriss called, rounding the corner. “I didn’t get to ask you earlier if we were still on for dinner tonight.”

  Maxon looked at me as he spoke. “Of course. We’ll eat in your room.”

  “Wonderful!”

  That hurt.

  “America? Are you really leaving?” she asked, coming up to us. I could see the spark of hope in her eyes. I looked to Maxon, whose expression seemed to say This is what I’m talking about. I need you to accept the consequences of your actions, to trust me to make my own choice.

  “No, Kriss, not today.”

  “Good.” She sighed, coming to hug me. I wondered how much of this embrace was for Maxon’s sake; but, really, it didn’t matter. Kriss was my toughest competition, but she was also the closest friend I had here. “I was really worried about you last night. I’m glad you’re okay.”

  “Thanks, it was lucky—” I almost said that it was lucky I had Maxon to keep me company, but bragging would have probably ruined what little bit of trust I’d built in the last ten seconds. I cleared my throat. “Lucky the guards got there so fast.”

  “Thank goodness. Well, I’ll see you later.” She turned to Maxon. “And I’ll see you tonight.”

  Kriss skipped down the hall, giddier than I’d ever seen her. I guess if I saw the guy I loved put me above his former favorite, I’d feel like skipping, too.

  “I know you don’t like that, but I need her. If you let me down, she’s my best bet.”

  “It doesn’t matter,” I said with a shrug. “I won’t let you down.”

  I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and headed upstairs without looking back. A few hours ago, I thought I’d lost Maxon for good; and now that I knew what he meant to me, I was going to fight for him. The other girls wouldn’t know what hit them.

  As I made my way up the gra
nd stairwell, I felt encouraged. I probably should have been more worried about the challenge that was ahead of me, but all I could think of was how I’d eventually overcome it.

  Perhaps the king sensed my joy, or maybe he was just waiting; but as I stepped onto the second floor, he was there, halfway down the hall.

  He approached me slowly, a clear display of control. When he stopped in front of me, I curtsied.

  “Your Majesty,” I said.

  “Lady America. It seems you’re still with us.”

  “So it does.”

  A pack of guards passed us, bowing as they did so. “Let’s talk business,” he said sternly. “What do you think of my wife?”

  I pursed my forehead, surprised at the direction of the conversation. Still, I answered honestly. “I think the queen is amazing. I don’t know enough words to say how wonderful I think she is.”

  He nodded. “She’s a rare woman. Beautiful, obviously, and also humble. Timid, but not to the point of being cowardly. Obedient, good-humored, an excellent conversationalist. It seems that even though she was born into poverty, she was meant to be a queen.”

  He paused and looked at me, taking in the clear admiration on my face. “The same cannot be said of you.”

  I tried to stay calm as he continued. “Your looks are average. Red hair, a bit pale, and I suppose a decent figure; but you’re nothing next to Celeste. As far as your temper …” He inhaled sharply. “You’re rude, jocular; and the one time you do something serious, it tears at the fabric of our nation. Completely thoughtless. And that’s not even counting your poor posture and gait. Kriss is far lovelier and more agreeable.”

  I pushed my lips together, willing myself not to cry. I reminded myself that I already knew all this.

  “And, of course, there is absolutely no political advantage to having you in the family. Your caste isn’t low enough to be inspiring, and your connections are nonexistent. Elise, however, was very helpful with our trip to New Asia.”

  I wondered how true that could be if they never actually made contact with her family. Maybe there was something going on that I simply didn’t know about. Or maybe all of this was being exaggerated to make me feel worthless. If that was the goal, he’d done an excellent job.