Hey readers! I welcome all of you to a brand new story. :)
So, has anyone really read a story about where Edward is a good guy, or a prince, and then he meets a bad-ass Bella?
Well, if you have, then sorry to anyone who doesn't want to read another of those stories, but that's what this story is all about!
I thought of this story up in a dream, and I think it might be fun to write.
Here's the Summary:
A/H, OOC; Edward Cullen - a prince from England. He is engaged to Princess Denali of Volterra, and he is expected to become the new king of England. He is expected to follow orders from his parents, and from anyone of higher authority. But, one trip to Las Vegas with his brother, Emmett, changes everything. A chance encounter by a woman covered in tattoos and only clad in a skimpy dress changes his perspective on what he should do in his life. Just what will happen in Edward's life now that he has met an American Tattoo Artist, who has went through many hardships? Is love going to bloom between the two? And what will Edward choose - his future throne, or his new girlfriend?
Not much of a summary, but I'm just spit-balling here. The plotline might change, and it might now. So, we'll just have to read and see what will happen...
So, let's get started! :)
(BTW: The POV of the story will mostly be in Edward's POV, but there might be a couple of BPOV's in here somewhere...)
-The Prince and the Tattoo Artist-
Chapter One
~Edward Cullen~
"Four!" A booming shout sounded from behind me, just before I felt a hard ball smack into the back of my head, and thus sending me sprawling down onto the grassy ground. "Oops; sorry bro!" I heard that loud, obnoxious voice shout out in apology. "Edward, are you alright?" a soft, female voice was heard from above my limp form on the ground. "Yeah, I'm fine." I muttered, using my hands as leverage to get up and off on the ground. "Oh, that big galoot of a brother of yours could've killed you." that female voice muttered under her breath.
"It's alright, Tanya. I'm fine, really." I replied, where I was now on my feet. I brushed off the dirt on my suit, and grabbed my grey cap and placed it back over my unruly mess of copper hair. "Emmett McCarty Cullen! You get your bum over here and apologize to your little brother!" my mother, Esme Cullen, screeched over to my older brother, Emmett, who was just behind us, his wife at his side.
"Sorry, brother. Sorry, Mum." Emmett mumbled to us when he was in front of us. "He was just trying to make the game a little more fun." Emmett's wife, Rosalie, defended her husband, while my "fiancée", Tanya Denali, huffed and stomped off. "Let's just let the boy have his fun, my love. Come, we must continue onto the next ring." my father, Carlisle, murmured to my mother, where she sighed but nodded willingly and followed after the others.
"I'm not a boy anymore." Emmett grumbled from beside me, where us three were following after the others leisurely. "I know, honey. Just ignore those stiff parents of yours." Rosalie consoled her husband, patting his shoulder affectionately.
At least Rosalie was right about one thing - our parents were very stiff. They were really strict on following the rules, and wanted us, their only two children, to follow in their footsteps, and show some proper etiquette. My brother never was one to follow the rules, or to follow anyone's expectations. He did whatever he wanted, when he wanted to, and tried to make some of the activities that we all do, more fun for him. I couldn't blame him really; crochet never was all that exciting.
I however was the complete opposite of my brother. I tried my best in following my parents' orders, and I always was a gentleman in public. Paparazzi have been itching to capture some shots of me not acting so gentlemanly, but that was a challenge for them. My parents have raised me into the 21-year-old man that I was today - one that would never shout out during dinner, one that never really raised his fist at anyone, and one that never really cursed. But, like I had pointed out; my brother and I were opposites.
That's how Emmett found his wife. Rosalie was a princess from France, and her parents wanted her to marry a proper prince. They considered me at the time, when I was only 19, while my brother - at the age of 22 during that time - was still "on-the-market" for marrying. Rosalie and I had gotten along somewhat well, if you can call us having nothing in common being well enough. But, when Rosalie had been staying at our castle here in England, she had become smitten with my brother, who was more around her age unlike I.
She felt bad that she was betraying me, her fiancé, while she was off flirting with my brother. I had no problem with it at all; I was happy that I wouldn't be marrying someone who was 3 years older than me and someone that had nothing in common with me. Rosalie's parents, and my parents, were surprised when they heard Emmett announce his new engagement to Rosalie, and let's just say that Rosalie's parents had spoken many colorful French words when they heard. But, no one could deny their love for each other, and thus, they were married a few months later.
Now that I was 21, and with my brother being 24, with his wife only a couple of months younger than him still, my parents thought that it was time for me to become engaged - again. They had decided that I was more fit of being future king to England, for I was more mannerly than Emmett. They wanted me to marry another French Princess, but that's when Aro Denali of Volterra had practically barged into the castle, his brothers, wife, and daughter - Tanya - right behind him. Aro was able to convince my parents that Tanya would be a perfect bride for me, and that with us getting married, Volterra and England would be joined together.
Sure, Tanya was pretty, and sure, we had some things in common, but, for me, I wanted a love like Emmett and Rosalie. A love that was free, without rules, without a care in the world, and just no problems whatsoever. I can't go back on my betrothal with Tanya, for I'm going to be tied down next year. I'll just have to settle for Tanya, I guess.
Our afternoon playing crochet passed on slowly, and when we all returned to the castle, Emmett was acting more jittery than usual, at least what I could suffice as "more jittery than usual" when that man can out-jitter a little rat dog. But, I paid no mind to it. It was usual behavior for Emmett. The time between the afternoon and dinner was spent with me playing the piano graciously, like I had been taught to ever since I was five. My mother had came into the piano room when she heard me play it, and Tanya then came into the room, and before she left, she gave me a supposedly French kiss to me, when really, it was just slobbery and very distasteful. We usually gave only chaste kisses, because that's all I would ever allow; kissing Tanya had no spark that I wished to happen - Rosalie said that whenever she would kiss her husband, she would feel the spark between them - so, maybe after I had fallen in love with my soon-to-be arranged queen, maybe there will be that spark.
When it was time for dinner, I got dressed up in my dinner clothes, and I escorted Tanya in her large and puffy dress, to dinner. Carlisle sat at the head of the large table, while Esme sat at one side of him, and Tanya's mother sat at his other side. Our grandparents, and my sibling and his wife sat next to Esme on the right, while Tanya's family sat on the left. We went to our respected sides, and sat down by our siblings who were at the ends.
"So, how was crochet today?" my grandmother, Elizabeth, asked the people who were at our rousing game of crochet. "Emmett hit Edward in the back of the head with the crochet ball." Tanya began suddenly, glaring over at Emmett, while Rosalie returned the glare at her. "Oh, really?" my grandfather, Edward Sr. - who I was named after -, asked in his deep voice. "I was just trying to make the game a little more fun." Emmett argued, rolling his eyes.
My grandmother chuckled under her breath, but tried to hide it by drinking some of her wine. One thing about our grandparents was that they were more fun than our parents. They were almost like Emmett and Rosalie - more free than Carlisle and Esme. They understood Emmett's need for more excitement, and they were more understanding about their relationship.
"Emmett could've killed Edward!" Tanya protested out loud, looking rather miffed at my grandmother's chuckling. "I said that I was fine though." I muttered, thankful that no one heard it except for Emmett and Rosalie. "No blood, no foul is what I always say." my grandfather stated, smirking over at Emmett who smiled back.
Tanya, still fuming, stabbed at her meat loaf, and ate with more anger. "Well, let's get off the topic of crochet, shall we?" Carlisle asked nervously, earning nods from both sides. "When can we expect great-grandchildren, Emmett?" grandmother asked my brother. "Mother..." Esme trailed off warningly to her mother. "I just want to see my great-grandchildren before I kick the bucket, Esme." grandmother argued at her, narrowing her eyes at her. "We're planning having children soon, but I don't want to rush my Rosie." Emmett told grandmother honestly, where when he said his wife's nickname, he turned towards her and kissed her cheek where she giggled like a little school-girl.
"Don't worry, Grandmother Cullen; you'll be expecting several children from Edward and I." Tanya cut in, and her answer had me choking on my piece of food that I was swallowing. My sounds of choking filled the dining room, while Emmett slapped me on the back, dislodging the meat from my throat and the food now sat on my plate. "Several children?" I asked her across the table, looking at her with wide eyes.
Don't get me wrong though; I loved the idea of having children - just, with Tanya? That means I'd be stuck with bratty little children who would huff and puff at the smallest thing, and ones who would want everything like Tanya. If I was ever going to have children, I wanted the children to be at least more so nice, and more playful than any children I would have with her.
"Of course. I want at least five kids - mostly girls, but we can have some boys as well." Tanya explained to me, looking at me emotionlessly as if this was the topic was as easy as talking about what size shoe she wears. "Excuse me for a moment." I grumbled under my breath, where I hastily stood to my feet, threw my napkin on the table, and marched my way out of the dining room. What really had me going off like this, was how easily Tanya could talk about having girls in the family, when I bet if we were to have a baby boy, she would treat it as if it were the black sheep. And no way was I going to have a wife who would treat their children like so.
"Eddie, wait up!" my brother hissed at me when I exited the castle to the back gardens. "Emmett, how many times do I have to remind you that I hate being called Eddie?" I growled at him, marching still. "Okay, okay; sorry I called you Eddie, brother. But, what was up with that little diva tantrum back there?" Emmett asked me after he was walking beside me. "That was a tantrum." I grumbled, and when Emmett looked at me with one eyebrow raised, I sighed and mumbled, "Okay, maybe it was."
"So?" Emmett asked me. "Of course. I want at least five kids - mostly girls, but we can have some boys as well. Ugh! You think I'll be able to stay sane with her when she just wants girls? It sounds like she's going to alienate a poor little boy like he's a little demon sent out to ruin her perfect family image!" I hissed, pinching the bridge of my nose in annoyance. Emmett merely chuckled when I imitated Tanya and her annoying little voice.
"Well, you chose her." Emmett told me sarcastically, smirking. "I didn't choose her! Mum and Dad did." I argued. "Then why don't you just dump her and go find a new bride?" Emmett suggested, looking down at me with Dad's green eyes like I had. "I can't disappoint them, Emmett. I'm their only heir to the throne, and if I let them down, then we'll lose the throne to the Newtons of Scotland." I told him, shuddering. Michael Newton was one creepy fellow, but one who never stopped flirting with other women, when really he's married to Jessica of Ireland.
"Blah, blah, blah! That's all I'm hearing, brother. It's either Mum and Dad this, Mum and Dad that, I have to uphold the throne for Mum and Dad. That's all I ever hear from you, brother." Emmett told me, where he had mimicked my voice very well. "Well, they had their faith in you when you were engaged to Princess Lauren when you were eighteen, but once they realized that you would never marry a woman who you thought of as stuck-up, they put their faith in me." I reminded him.
"But what ever happened to actually voicing your opinion, little brother? If you're not happy being with Tanya, then why don't you just go off and find another woman? There are plenty of fish in the sea, as they say." Emmett told me, shrugging his large shoulders. I groaned under my breath, agitated at my brother's persistence, and stomped ahead of him, heading towards the garden's gazebo.
Emmett followed after me, chuckling randomly at times. "What is it that you're laughing at? Please enlighten me." I growled at him, turning around to face him while I leaned against the railing of the gazebo. "I was going to ask you something, but I see that you're not brave enough to accompany me." Emmett told me, smirking. "I'm brave enough." I argued, glaring at him for mocking my courage. "Says the man who's afraid to let Mummy and Daddy down." Emmett mocked, snickering over at me. "Just tell me what the bloody hell you were going to ask me!" I hissed to him; he was really pushing my buttons today.
"Oh-ho-ho; little Prince Edward just said hell." Emmett sneered, laughing. "Well, I was going to ask you if you would like to come along with me to Las Vegas." Emmett suggested. "Pardon?" I asked him. "Las Vegas - the Sin City of America. Jeez; for a boy who's been home-schooled his whole life, you are one slow English man." Emmett said to me, scoffing. "I know where Las Vegas is, Emmett. What I meant was, why do you want to go to Las Vegas?" I asked him. Honestly, if this was just another ploy for me to be with him so he can go gamble again, I'm going to strangle him.
"I think that it's high time to take you out of this little dramatic play of you and your royalty. It's causing you stress, and I thought that this could be a nice long bachelor party for you before your hitched to the wicked witch of the west." Emmett explained. "Won't Rosalie be mad at you for going to Las Vegas?" I asked him; there's no way that Rosalie would ever let Emmett go to Las Vegas - the most notorious town full of drugs, prostitutes and such. (Emmett has told me all about this town when he turned 21.)
"She would've gotten mad. That's why I told her that I was taking you there for you to have a bachelor party with me. She trusts that you'll be able to reel me back from doing something moronic." Emmett explained, that smug smirk back on his face. "I don't know, Emmett..." I trailed off. "Come on. Would you rather stay here in jolly ole' England, full of stuck-up rich people, and be stuck hear listening to your Tanya talk off your ear," he paused to laugh when he saw me shudder at the thought of me being here at the castle, listening to Tanya ramble about non-sense of the wedding, of the future children, etc.
"Or, would you rather come to Las Vegas with me, to have fun?" Emmett asked, letting the offer hang there.
"I'm in." I answered without hesitation. Not only was I going to Las Vegas with my brother to get away from Tanya, but I was also going to show Emmett that I was brave enough to go against my parents, even if it is just for a little bit. "You swear you're in?" Emmett asked me, extending his hand towards me to shake on it.
And, immediately, I clasped my hand with my brother's, and we shook on it. "Alright, it's settled. We're going to Las Vegas - tomorrow." Emmett told me, smirking. "And, you can't tell Mum and Dad where we're going." Emmett added, winking at me.
What have I gotten myself into?
And there's the beginning of my new story! :)
So, does it sound interesting? Do you think I should continue.
We'll get to Edward meeting Bella soon, I believe. That's if I get a response to this story. So, if you liked the beginning, please let me know in a review. And, if I need to work on anything, let me know too!
Bye for now,
~*Lady Lily of Darkness*~