This is my first attempt at making a Twilight story. Hope u guys like it :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight

All was quiet and all the other ladies were probably asleep. But not me, I was still giddy with excitement. Today had officially been my first day at being a lady in waiting for Catalina Princess of Wales. She had just arrived from Spain, about a month ago. And I was one of the few chosen to be her lady in waiting from the English court. As I stood there motionless, I tried remembering everything that had happened today. Not long ago I had seen Arthur the Prince of Wales! He is as handsome as they say. The English rose.

I turned my head and beside me I could make out a thick mane of curly brown hair sticking from under blackest.

"Julia?" I whispered quietly. "Are you asleep?"

I heard a moan from under the blanket. "I was. Until you woke me up."

A giggle escaped from between my lips before I could stop myself. I quickly covered my mouth before any I made any more noise and awakened everyone. Julia looked like she would strangle me at any moment. But still I could not stop.

The sight of Julia with her hair so disordered and her being in such disoriented state was a rare view; Julia who was only 4 years older then me, was the most organized lady from all of us, and always making sure that everything was perfect and nothing was out of place. And I was her primary target; you would often hear her say "Isabella fix your gown." Or "Isabella fix that loose strand of hair."

But despite that I have taken a liking to her. Underneath everything, she was a kind woman and a very good listener. She reminded me of my mother sometimes, whom I missed dearly.

"If you are done, I would like to get back to sleep."

"Of course." I said turning around, a smile still visible on my lips.

Finally, I closed my eyes and fell asleep…

Next day

"Isabella go fix your gown. You cannot expect any man to dance with you looking that way." Rang Julia's voice through the chamber.

I sighed. "Of course."

I brushed my dark blue gown, fixing anything that might be wrong with it. Hoping, actually praying, that this was the last time Julia would scold me. But never mind that, today there was a feast with the occasion of Arthur's and Catalina's marriage.

"Isabella, will you comb my hair?" Requested Catalina.

I curtsied and made my way to her, where she was seated in front of a grand mirror. I picked up a comb and slowly, started brushing her silky auburn hair. As I was brushing her hair I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I looked so plain beside the Princess. My skin was pale, and my black hair was hanging loosely around my face. But Catalina was exquisite, the most beautiful girl in England. But despite that I couldn't help feeling a pang of jealousy. After the old king died she would be the Queen of England, and I would be but a mere servant attending to her needs.

I finished combing her hair and placed the brush down. As if on cue, five other ladies came and began dressing the princess for the event. In a matter of minutes, her yellow gown was removed and she was now wearing the most luxurious navy blue dress I have ever laid my eyes on. Pearls and little pieces of diamond were embroidered everywhere on the gown and her Spanish hood was set back fashionably.

In the distance the hunting bells start ringing. I look through the window and got a glimpse of some of the men returning from the hunting trip.

"The men have returned. " Someone states the obvious.

As if in a play, every person in this chamber goes and sits down in their assigned places, occupying themselves with something. In a matter of seconds the king bursts through the door, with Arthur at his heels. The king grins at the Princess.

Catalina bows. "Your hunting trip went well?"

"Yes. We have brought back deer for the feast."

The king turns to Arthur, who is shyly standing behind him. "Arthur my boy, escort your beautiful wife to the great hall."

Arthur blushed and bowed to Catalina. He took her arm and tucked it in his.

They made their way to the great hall, with all the ladies following behind, myself among them.

The next couple of days passed by in a blur, I can barely recall everything that has happened. But one thing I remember very clearly is the ball. It was amazing. I remember dancing, a lot. I remember dancing with the king's most trusted man, Edward. Although he was breathtakingly beautiful, what struck as odd were his ice cold hands and his calm stance compared to all the other drunk men. I did not think much of that at the time, but looking back I should have known what he was, should have figured it out…

The next day, I was in bed sick, with what I thought at the time to be just a simple cold. But I was proven wrong but the kings doctor. I was sick with the plague. The moment the king found out, he was in a panic. He told no one of me, not even my family. They sent me out in the country, isolating me from everyone and leaving me to die alone. The next day they announced to everyone that I had died in a terrible accident. I will never forgive them for what they did to me.

The only person that I saw was Edward. He was the one in the carriage when they sent me away. But instead of taking me to the small house I was supposed to go to, he took me into the forest nearby. He placed me onto the soft grass and quietly whispered into my ear, "I don't regret doing this." Then I felt this sharp fangs go deep into my skin, and gasped at the pain.

Soon after I fell into unconsciousness. But I still felt the pain. It was pure agony; waiting for all that time, praying that I would just die, because anything was better than bearing the pain. I don't remember how long it lasted. But it felt like years.

When the pain finally stopped, I remember feeling so thirsty. I looked around for some water, but something caught my eye. On the ground, couple of meters away from me, lay a dead deer. I got closer, ignoring the sudden urge to eat it. On top of it I spotted a small sheet of paper with one word scribbled on it, "Enjoy". I was really confused. Placing the paper back I turned around the left in search of some water.

Finally, after about an hour I found a small stream. I got on my knees, and used my hands to drink the water. I drank, and drank but my thirst never seemed to be satisfied. I started to get panicked. I peered down at the stream; maybe something was wrong with the water. Then I saw my reflection. I gasped chocking on air, but still, I could not look away.

Suddenly, I knew what the deer was for…

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