I do not own Twilight. Stephanie does. Not me and I admit it. Haha. I hope you like this and review.
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The sun rose on another beautiful morning. A powerful looking man sat on his throne, his arms around a beautiful child, bundled in a blanket. His raised his free hand and then ran his fingetips across the little girl's cheek. She giggled and the man chuckled lightly.
This little gathering was interrupted when the metal doors of the palace living room opened and in came another man. Much younger than the other with golden hair and friendly, kind blue eyes.
Charles Swan's eyes brightened with recognition and he rose from his throne. He motioned an old lady forward and then he gave the child in his arms to the lady.
"Ah! Carlisle Cullen!" Charles exclaimed. "It has been long since we have seen each other, my dear man."
Carlisle laughed, a beautiful melody. "Too long, Charles. Too long."
They hugged each other and then shook hands.
"How is Esme doing?" Charles asked. "Emmett, Jasper and Edward?"
Carlisle smiled. "She is swell. And so are my boys, Charles."
"And is your dear Edward here, Carlisle?"
He nodded. "Yes, he is. Unfortunately, Esme couldn't leave him so she is also here."
He motioned someone forward and in came Esme Cullen, the queen of the other country, Brouisene. While Carlisle, is the king.
She was holding a blanket with a little boy there. She smiled when she spotted Charles.
"Ah, Charles. How good to see you."
"You too, Esme, my dear."
He peered at the little boy. He was sleeping, but suddenly he opened his eyes and stared at him with those innocent emerald eyes. He gave a sharp and impatient cry.
Charles chuckled as he looked away. "Aggressive little boy, now."
Carlisle laughed. "Got it from his father, I suppose."
Esme nodded. "Definitely the father."
Charles nodded. "Now, I suppose Carlisle now is the time."
Carlisle looked at him, confused. "Care to explain?"
Charles gave an impatient sigh. "Why, they should be engaged, dear Carlisle. While they are still young. Isabella and little Edward."
"Ah," Carlisle nodded, agreeing. "You are right. Now is the time."
They talked about it and decided to wed them on their eighteenth birthday.
Chapter One
Isabella Swan walked playfully towards her mirror, spinning around and around, her skirt flying.
"Miss Swan, if you must!" Antoinette Kavanah, her maid and also her friend, said while laughing.
Isabella stopped. "Why Antoinette, I thought I told you to stop calling me Miss?" she said sternly, teasing.
Antoinette laughed. "Fine, fine, Isabella then. Would you just hold still? We're picking your dress for the party."
Isabella groaned as she plopped on her beautiful queen sized bed. "I think this party is useless, anyway."
Antoinette gasped. "Do you even know what this party is for?"
Isabella shook her head, her curls following her move.
Antoinette laughed, relieved. "I should have known."
She looked at Antoinette, confused. "What do you mean?"
Her friend just shook her head. "If you attend this party, you will soon find out, Bells."
Isabella groaned. "Fine... but I'm wearing that blue dress."
Antoinette nodded. "You're right. It should compliment your skin tone properly." She walked away, closing Isabella's door.
When she was gone, Isabella took off the headband Antoinette forced her into and then changed into a simple dress. White, with a black belt. It was the only thing she liked to wear outside the castle.
She took a long blood red cape from her walk in closet and then put it on. Perfect. No one will think of her as the Princess Isabella Swan of Rocia.
She climbed out of her window, making sure not to make any noise.
She jumped and she landed on the tree. It wasn't very high so she just jumped again. Safely.
Isabella looked around, making sure no one saw her.
The gates were closed and she had no way out. Unless she called Billy, the guard.
"Billy!" she hissed walking towards a small shed where someone's feel were sticking out.
Billy was asleep.
She shook his feet. "Billy! Please wake up!"
Billy woke up, startled. He saw Isabella and then groaned. "I fell asleep again, didn't I, miss?"
Isabella nodded and then laughed. "It's alright. Can you please open the gates?"
Billy eyed her carefully. "Isabella, your father will be very mad at you---"
Isabella shook her head. "He won't find out. Pleasee? I just need to visit a friend of mine."
"It is Miss Alice Brandon again, isn't it?"
She giggled and then nodded. "Yes, pretty much."
"You do know she's invited to this party, right?"
"Yes, but I want to talk to her before the party starts. Please? Her place is just a couple of blocks away."
Billy hesitated. "Okay. Be careful!" He took the keys from his belt and then unlocked the gate.
Isabella nodded. She kissed his cheek. "Thanks Bil! Say hi to Jacob for me!"
Billy nodded as she walked away.
Her cape did not stood out. Red was the color to symbolize the parties her father, Charles Swan held.
She walked towards the vendors when a particular item caught her eye.
But the vendor was familiar to her.
"Jenna! It is so good to see you!" Isabella whispired, hugging the black haired Asian girl.
Jenna laughed. "Ah, Isabella, out and about again, I see."
She nodded. "I needed to see Alice."
"Ah."
"Listen, how much for this necklace?" Isabella asked, touching the necklace with the blue sapphires in it.
Jenna shook her head. "You can have it."
Isabella nodded. "No, I want to pay for it! Come on, you can't always give me these things for free."
Jenna sighed. "Fine. But you decide how much you pay me."
Isabella nodded as she reached inside her wallet. She did not look to see how much her hand draw out.
Isabella smiled as she gave Jenna the money, waved good bye and then walked away.
She was looking at the necklace intently, not looking where she was walking until she bumped into someone. Hard.
"Oh, I am so sorry!" She cried.
She looked at the person she has collided with and her eyes widened. He was handsome. Very very handsome with his tousled bronze hair and sparkling emerald eyes. Emerald eyes that smoldered.
His eyes narrowed. "Watch where you are going, Miss, for I am not that forgiving."
Her face heated. "I said I was sorry, didn't I, sir?"
He smirked. "Naturally. I am not deaf, as you might have heard me."
"I didn't say that!" She hissed.
He shrugged. "Well, as I said, watch it. And you dropped your necklace." He held out his hand. Sure enough, the necklace she bought was on his hand.
She snatched it and then she cringed. When her skin touched his, she felt a sort of electric shock. A weird connection.
"Thank you," she said stiffly and then turned to leave.
But his hand caught her wrist. "What's your name?"
"Umm... I--- Ingrid. Ingrid Benson," She said. No way she was telling her real name to this stranger.
He nodded. "Ah. My name is Edward Cullen. Good day, then."
She stared after him in shock. He asked her name and then walked away? Boys. Never will understand them.
She shook her head and then continued to walk towards Alice's house.