Apologies to everyone! I was going to take down the sequel but instead I accidentally took down this story! So if you were freaking out, sorry a milion times over. This will stay up on FF but there is no sequel and never will be or has been. Just forget it was even there...

Once again, thank you for everything everyone!

~crystalbutterfly84

The Prince's Assistant

Chapter One

BPOV

"Bells, it's time to get up!"

"Just a few more minutes dad," I muttered into my pillow.

"Bella, you don't want to be late for your first day at work," he said, coming into my room and ripping the sheets off my bed.

"Dad!" I complained.

"Come on, they'll be here soon," he said, leaving.

I sighed and got out of bed, yawning. It was seven in the morning. I hadn't been up this early in a long time.

My name is Isabella Marie Swan. I'm 21 years old, average height and brown hair which hardly ever behaves and plain brown eyes. If I had to pick the most annoying thing about me, it would be that I am a complete klutz, always tripping over my own two feet. I used to live with my mom Renee and her husband Phil in Phoenix, Arizona. My dad, Charlie, was her ex-husband and I just moved to be with him a month or so ago.

After I left high school, three years ago, I went to college at Dartmouth, majoring in English Literature. It was my goal to be an author and I had a few ideas but I was never really could commit to a story once I started it. Once I had an idea, I'd get ten other ones shooting off from the first. And they always seemed to end up as romance stories which was an area I didn't really know about seeing as I had no experience in it. My few attempts at writing never went further than a few chapters.

So for three years, I went to college and afterwards, I was left with nothing to do besides start writing but like my mom said, it would probably take me a long time to publish a book, not counting the time I had to find a publisher and edit and proofread. So she suggested I get another job in the meantime.

Which was where Charlie came in. Charlie lives on Arcenciel Island, a little island off the coast of Australia. It was an independent country with its own Royal Family and laws and everything. Charlie was in the Government in charge of law enforcement and stuff. He'd told me that one member of the royal family needed a personal assistant (the other one was fired for some reason or other) and offered to put in a good word for me. I didn't have any other ideas for jobs so I applied and, surprisingly, I got the job. I would be starting today.

I was meant to be the assistant for the crown-prince of the Royal Family. I wasn't looking forward to it – the Prince was always in the news for the wrong reasons. Parting hard, sleeping with loads of girls and never caring about the state of his country. But it was a job.

"Bella, you up?" Charlie shouted.

"Coming!"

I ran down the stairs as quickly as I could without tripping. Charlie was in the kitchen, cooking pancakes.

"Wow dad, you're actually in the kitchen for once," I grinned. Charlie in the kitchen was like a vampire going out into sunlight. It just didn't happen.

"Come on, I can cook breakfast," he said, placing a plate in front of me as I sat down.

"Thanks dad, but you really don't need to do this. I mean, you've already gotten me this job," I said, tucking in. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.

"What, is it a crime for me to cook breakfast for my daughter?" he asked, his eyebrow raised.

"You would I know," I laughed.

He laughed along with me, "Good one."

After we finished, I helped him put the plates in the dishwasher. It was 7:50. I was meant to be moving into the palace to be closer to the Prince and some people were coming over at eight to take my stuff over.

"Nervous?" Charlie asked.

"Like hell," I muttered.

"Don't worry, you'll be fine. The Royal Family are all really nice," he encouraged.

"Even the Prince?" I asked skeptically.

Charlie coughed, muttering something which sounded like 'Well, besides him'.

"How will you survive on your own?" I asked.

"I'm not helpless Bella. I live on my own for almost two decades before you came," he said drily.

"I really don't know how you did it." I looked out the window, seeing a car pulling up into the drive.

"Oh, that looks like my ride," I said, opening the door.

"Ms. Swan?" asked a young man.

"Yes," I replied.

"Are you ready to come along to the palace?"

I nodded, turning to Charlie.

"Bye dad," I said, starting to feel tears in my eyes.

"Hey, Bells, don't cry. I'll see you around."

I nodded again, hugging him.

"Bye."

Half an hour later (Charlie just had to live on the opposite side of town to the palace) we arrived at the palace, home to the Royal Family. It was a magnificent castle which looked like it came right out of a fairytale. It was set atop a hill looking over the town with numerous turrets and even a moat and drawbridge.

It was my home for… who knows how long? I swore that I wasn't going to stay here forever, just as soon as I could finish my book and get it published, I would be out of here. But still, it was pretty incredible.

"This can't be real," I muttered as I gazed up at the walls from the car.

"Welcome to Cullen Castle, Ms. Swan," the driver said, getting out and opening the door for me.

I looked around in amazement. Charlie often said how beautiful the castle was and I could see he wasn't exaggerating. The courtyard I was standing in was like something out of a romance movie with creeping vines along the walls, the heavy scent of flowers in the air and a large fountain in the middle.

"Hello, you must be Isabella Swan," a voice said from behind me. I turned around to see an attractive women walking to me, holding out her hand.

I shook it. "Bella," I said.

"Hi Bella, I'm Lauren Mallory, the head of staff here at the palace. First of all, I'll show you around while your bags are taken up to your room and then I'll introduce you to the Prince," she said, smiling.

Lauren showed me around the palace. I thought it looked huge from the outside, it was massive on the inside. There were no less than 20 bedrooms (for guests, but seriously, who would have that many guests?), 30 bathrooms (probably more though), a ballroom, a dining hall, and a library. As soon as I saw how big the library was, I fell in love with the place.

"You'll have time to look around more closely later," Lauren said, leading me up the staircase to my room.

I followed her along the hall, pausing every so often to look at the paintings on the wall, but not before I tripped over a rug. I closed my eyes, waiting for the impact with the hard ground but it never came. Instead, a pair of strong hands quickly wrapped around my waist, preventing me from falling down.

I looked around, surprised, and found myself staring into a pair of bright green emerald eyes.

"Are you alright Miss?" the man asked, setting me up on my feet.

I blushed, embarrassed that this good looking guy in front of me had saved me. He looked around his mid-twenties, tall, pale skin, athletic, with bronze tousled hair which fell in the sexiest style, and those green eyes. Way too handsome for his own good. Seriously, no one was that perfect.

"I'm fine," I said, blushing even more. "Thank you," I said, before rushing off after Lauren, not glancing back at the attractive man.

I wondered if he was part of the staff here and if I would see him again.

EPOV

I watched as the girl walked away from me.

I wanted to call out to her, to ask why she was in the palace, but decided against it. My father was expecting me in his personal study and I didn't want to be late. Especially because of what was probably coming.

As I walked away from her in the opposite direction, I found myself thinking about her.

I'd seen my fair share of girls. My good looks and the fact that I was a prince always attracted them like bees to honey. Those girls were always pretty, but this girl was beautiful.

I'd seen her fall and caught her just in time, thank God for my quick reflexes. I was surprised how her warm petite body fit perfectly into my arms and how comfortable she felt there. When she looked up at me, her chocolate brown eyes and her gorgeous face took my breath away.

Her skin was pale and perfect, her brown hair flowing down to the middle of her back and the blush that spread across her face looked amazing. She was absolutely stunning.

But I had other worries on my mind.

"Ah, Edward, sit down," my father said as I entered his room.

I was the crown-prince to the throne. My father, Carlisle, was the king and I was next in line. After me were my brother Emmett, and my sister Alice.

I was surprised to see my mother, Esme, standing behind my father. She didn't normally join him when we had these 'talks'.

"Edward, we need to talk," he said.

I held up my hand, stopping him. "Father, I already know what you're going to say. You say it every time I come to see you. If you've got nothing different to say, I would really like to leave."

"Edward, it's not my fault that you're totally out of control. Look at this," he said, throwing me a newspaper.

The front headline says: 'DO WE REALLY WANT HIM AS OUR KING?' The picture that accompanied it was of me leaving a club just last night with my arm around two girls. I stared at the picture, confused. I guess what they said was true, when you're drunk, you find people attractive when they normally aren't.

"So?"

"So, you need to stop. All you do is go around partying, picking up girls, and drinking. You're image is terrible and the public don't want you as their future king," my father said.

"Son, you need to stop the party lifestyle and find someone to settle down with," my mother said gently.

"You're the future leader of the people of this country and you need to start behaving responsibly."

I rolled my eyes. "You mean I should stop having fun? You don't say that to Alice or Em."

"Because they have 'fun' without destroying their image," my father said angrily.

"If you want to lead the country someday, you need to gain the people's trust, and right now you don't have it," Esme said.

"Maybe I just don't want to be king then," I snapped back.

Esme looked hurt and Carlisle simply shook his head. "You can't do anything about it, you're the crown-prince. One day you'll have to accept it, Edward."

I snorted, "Whatever."

"On that subject, you're new assistant is arriving today. Lauren should be with her right now," Esme said.

"Yes, be nice to this girl. Charlie Swan himself recommended her, she's his daughter. And don't sleep with her this time like your last assistant. I don't want to have to fire her," Carlisle warned.

"It's not my fault that women keep throwing themselves at me," I said, getting up out of the chair.

"But you sleep with them anyway," Carlisle shot back.

I rolled my eyes again and walked out of the study, slamming the door behind me.

Alice of course, was waiting outside. "So brother dearest, how was your talk with our father?" she said sweetly.

"Like you don't know," I snarled. "And why aren't you with Jasper?" I asked, referring to her boyfriend.

"Jazz is at college right now, so are Em and Rose. Some of us actually care about our lives," she said.

"Cut the crap Alice and just get the hell away from me."

She turned, walking away from me. I was horrible to my siblings but if they didn't constantly try to set me up with an 'acceptable' girl and keep trying to 'improve' my life, I'd get along with them.

It's not like I wanted to settle down with a girl. I couldn't imagine myself doing it, I liked the way my life was right now.

I'd never admit it, but secretly, I just wished that there was a girl out there for me. Someone who didn't care that I was the prince, had money, or was handsome. I wanted someone who loved me for who I was.

I growled, why was I the only one who didn't have someone who loved me? Carlisle had Esme, Alice and Jasper, and Emmett had his fiancée Rosalie.

That was partly the reason why I always went around, sleeping with girls, just hoping that one day, someone who I could truly love would appear.

I sighed, I was starting to sound like my mother. I started walking backing to my room to kill some time before I had to meet my new assistant.

BPOV

I walked nervously along the hallway to one of the rooms where I was to meet the prince.

Apart from the fact that this was my new job, I was nervous because I was going to meet a prince. Meeting royalty isn't something that happens to you normally.

"Are you ready Bella?" asked Angela, a sweet and shy girl who was the assistant to the princess.

I nodded, not trusting my voice to speak.

Lauren knocked on the door that we had arrived in front of. "Come in," said a male's voice.

She opened the door. I took a deep breath and followed her in.

"Prince Edward, meet your new assistant," Lauren said. "Isabella Swan."

I looked at the man standing in front of me, it was the man who had caught me when I fell before. I stared at him, his emerald green eyes locked on mine.