Hey, guys!

I'm still hardworking on my other story, Someday We'll Know, but this idea came to me a week ago and i started writing it. It's really different but i hope you'll like it. It's a story about Edward and Bella (of course) but Carlisle, Esme and the Cullen family have a lot more imput in this story and the history that will be revealed.

Please give it a go!

If you're confused after this chapter, that's good because i haven't revealed a lot. But please feel free to ask me questions if you really don't get it! I will answer back. and YES, im still writing SWK, and will update soon!

Jess. xx

January, 1980.

"If we could just-"

"Don't do this, we can't do this. You know that we can't do this, it would destroy everything; my family, your family and us. Do you honestly believe we could ever get away with it?"

"Do not treat me like a child. I am seventeen, and I know that this is what I want. I love you, I want us. Just give this a chance, you'd be surprised. Your brother-"

"My brother is ridiculous. He's always been that way; erratic and careless. He doesn't care about the fact that he has responsibilities and duties, no. Nothing means anything to him, nothing but her, and he fled to prove it. He's been gone six months, and what does he have now? His love, sure, but his dignity, his title? It's all lost. I love you, but I cannot change who I am, and that's the future King of Denmark. I am a Prince, and as much as I wish I could change things, I can not."

"Please….I know I'm not worth giving all this up, but--"

"Not worth it? You believe you're not worth it? Honestly, do you know how much I love you? Any concept at all?"

"I, yes, I-"

"Then you'll understand that's all I have to give. I will always love you, but I cannot give you anything more then that, and I am sorry. I'm sorry that I cannot be with you, that I can not repeat the mistakes of my brother. If only I could; I'd give you the world."

June, 1999.

"Smog curled around the streets, securely blocking the warmth of the lights that stood on the curb. Edward checked his watch, and, horrified at how late he was, he began to run. Smog wasn't something he was used to, and certainly not at this severity. Frendensborg Palace had even more of a sinister look then it normally did; and he shivered slightly. The palace had never been a sanctuary for him; more of a prison, a place to be locked up and taught how to act as society expects of you as a young Prince.

"Out again, Edward?" A young man, tall and well built, approached the gates. Edward smiled at the familiar voice; his best friend. He was an esteemed duke, and prestigious considering his rank at such a young age. He unlocked the gate with a sly smile.

"Don't even think of giving me shit about it, Emmett." Edward smirked, moving the gate back in it's place after entering. "What time did you get in?"

Emmett glanced at his watch and shook his wrist lightly. "About ten minutes ago."

"Staying the night?"

"Yeah. 'Course."

"Great," Edward replied, locking the gate behind him and pulling out a packet of cigarettes. "How about it?"

Emmett chuckled and wrapped an arm around his friend, taking the cigarettes off him. "What are we waiting for?"

They ran for the same ledge that they sat underneath every time; under the spare room. Edward pulled out his lighter as Emmett picked out two cigarettes and placed the box in his pocket. The two smoked for a few minutes in silence, blowing odd shapes into the starless night sky.

"You know," Emmett exhaled softly, "Carlisle thinks you've been pissed lately. And now this; the daily cigarettes. I'm beginning to agree with them."

Edward sighed and flicked at something on his knee. He then inhaled slowly; his eyes focused on the sky. "It's nothing."

Emmett smirked. "It took you that long to say it, come on man. It obviously isn't nothing."

Edward smiled a little and lifted the cigarette back to his mouth, taking a long drag. He flicked it, and exhaled moments later. "If Carlisle knew about this, he'd kill me."

"Yeah, well, do you blame him?" Emmett questioned honestly, turning to face him. "This constant brooding, the rebelling? I get it man, I do. I know…"

"- You don't." Edward cut in, shaking his head. "That's what pisses me off. Everyone offering sympathy, trying to convince me that they understand. It's all bullshit, I mean I'm fine until they fucking say it."

Emmett sighed and took his last drag. "I'm sorry."

Edward smiled crookedly and gave him a playful nudge. "Don't worry about it. It's after twelve, we'd better head in before Carlisle finds us."

"Midnight, huh? In that case; Happy nineteenth, your highness."

"Fuck you."

Emmett chuckled.

"So what have you brought my twin?" Edward asked, a little too casually. It was obvious he was fighting off a smile as he waited for an answer. "I know Rose is expecting something fairly…adequate from you, to say the least."

"W-What? Today? B-but…oh…" Emmett looked panicked, and quickly pulled out his phone.

"Twins," Edward murmured to himself, shaking his head. "Rosalie and I; what a joke. I can't believe it was so easy to deceive them."

Emmett, not hearing a word and thankfully realizing he hadn't got the day wrong, looked up and glared at him. "Don't fucking scary me like that. I had a feeling it wasn't really Rosalie's birthday today. Glad to know you're still keeping up appearances. Does she still get the shits?"

Edward burst into laughter and slapped his back. "All the time. You know, the two of you think you're really sly about It, when the truth is - everyone knows."

"Yeah, well, fuck you."

The sturdy bushes shook with continued laughter as two cigarette butts were pressed into the grass.

Carlisle tapped his fingers impatiently against the table, nearly at the end of his rope. His wife, Esme, placed her hand over his in a gesture of understanding. A natural beauty, Esme's heart-shaped face dissipated his anger almost instantly. She had such a gift, a gift of patience and wisdom. This was one of the things Carlisle admired and respected her for. She was certainly nothing like him; she had no regrets. The knowledge of this was a rather refreshing thought.

On the table in front of them sat three gifts, wrapped perfectly and completely void of creases. Carlisle glanced across the room and lifted a finger slightly.

"That will be all, Bree. Will you please wake my daughters, and find out what is delaying Edward and Rosalie?"

A short, rather big lady nodded profusely, curtsying respectfully. "Certainly, your highness." Nervously, she wiped her hands on her apron and made her way upstairs, she knew as well as they did that Edward was, most times, rather difficult to control. It was most likely that there was nothing holding him up, other then his stubbornness and dislike for birthdays.

She knocked on his door lightly, not anticipating the response. Nothing was heard, so she called out. "Master Edward, Sir?"

She jumped at the sound of the door being open behind her, and spun around to see Edward emerging from the bathroom. He was covered by only a towel around his waist; strands of his wet hair pressed to his forehead. He ran a hand through it, pushing them back. "Sorry, Bree. Tell my father that I'll…sorry, that Rosalie and I will be down shortly."

She nodded once and made her way downstairs. Edward shoved open his door and murmured to himself as he rummaged through his closet. Pulling on a respectful shirt and pants, he messed up his hair with his hand and headed after her.

He slammed Emmett's door with his fist as he strode past. "Get up, ass. It's our birthday breakfast. Past ten, and it's done."

Emmett grumbled under his breath and rose unwillingly. Edward chuckled and opened one of a million doors in the palace.

"Ah, well, here he is."

Edward managed a smile and nod. "Yeah, here I am."

"Happy Birthday, son."

Edward's eyes followed the outline of servants in what you would call a ridiculously over-sized kitchen. Esme raised out of her chair and walked over to him, placing her hands on his shoulders. "My beautiful boy. Nineteen already, who would have thought." She hugged him close and kissed his cheek, and Edward returned the embrace willingly. He loved Esme, as much as anyone in his family, if not more. Even with her piercing green eyes, that could be mistaken for his, she was not his, and he was not hers. The warmth of her arms reminded him of her, even though he had only known her for the first year of his life.

"Thanks, mom."

"Happy Birthday, Prince." A chorus of voices exclaimed, and Edward nodded gratefully. "Thank you. Breakfast looks….great. Thanks again. Rosalie is just running a little late. You know what she's like."

Carlisle nodded before waving his arm to his servants. "Thank you very much, you are all able to retire for the day."

They all expressed their thanks and made their way hastily through the doors; everyone knew that the King prefers to spend his daughter and son's birthday in the castle with absolutely no workers in sight. It was his tradition, a family day.

"Open your presents!" Esme insisted with a smile once everyone had left, gently motioning him to the table. "These are from your father and I."

"Edward! Happy Birthday, Edward!" A high-pitched voice squealed; a beautiful, almost childlike voice. Edward turned around and was pushed back a little by the force of a young woman, five foot at the most with spiky black hair. A beauty, no doubt, like Esme.

Edward laughed and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her spiky hair. "Alice. Good Morning, sister."

"Alice." Carlisle scolded. "Careful."

"I know, sorry, Father." She smiled sheepishly, and some of the servants laughed. She brightened, and pushed a small box at Edward. "This is your present, and Rosalie said she'd be down soon to give you hers."

Edward took it off her with a sly smile. "So, considering it's from you, should I open it now or later?"

Alice nudged him playfully. "Well, I suppose it's best to wait. I want you to open mine last."

Edward laughed under his breath and pulled at the edges carefully. "Very well."

At that moment, a doorman entered and bowed to the Cullens. "Excuse me your highness, Miss Tanya Denali has arrived."
"Excellent, thank you Marcus." Carlisle clapped his hands together, obviously pleased. "Send her in."

"What a lovely surprise," Esme smiled over at Edward. "Were you expecting her over, dear?"

Edward glanced at Alice, who gave him a recognizable nettled look. He glanced down for a moment, before looking up at Esme. "I wasn't, actually, not for a while, but I'm glad she's here all the same."
As he finished speaking, a young woman, not older then twenty, strode in. She was prominently beautiful; long blonde hair with luscious curls around her waist. She smiled, exposing further the brilliantly red lipstick painted on her lips. Her makeup was applied to absolute perfection; her features appearing glass-like and flawless.

"Edward." She smiled, reaching for him as he approached her and took her in his arms. "Happy birthday."

"Well, it is now." He smiled and brushed her cheek once, before placing a gentle kiss on it. "I'm so glad to see you."

"As am I." She took his hand and intertwined their fingers gently, before leaning around him to smile at her future family. "Carlisle, Esme, how lovely to see you." She reached out her other hand as Carlisle reached forward and kissed the back of her hand tenderly, the same hand that held the beautifully colored diamond on her ring finger. "It was so good of you to come, Tanya. Won't you join us in our celebration breakfast?"

"I'd love to." She wrapped her arm around Edward's waist and followed him back to the table. "Doesn't this look wonderful."

Alice rolled her eyes behind Tanya's back, earning a gentle nudge from Esme. She turned to her mother, who gave her a warning look. Alice sighed and stepped forward.

"Morning, Tanya."
"Alice!" Tanya exclaimed, turning around to look at her as if she hadn't noticed her presence until now. She reached for her hands and held them, before embracing her in a emotionless hug. "It's lovely to see you, too." She glanced at Alice's undergarments and smiled, though it wasn't sincere. Her eyes reached hers and she pressed her perfectly manicured nail to her bottom lip. "You look sweet, a little tired this morning, no doubt?"

Alice managed a smile, though it seemed more a mouthful of clenched teeth. "Yes, well, we weren't expecting you so early. I'm sure you can understand."

"Of course," Tanya said dryly. "And where's your dear sister? I haven't seen Rosalie in a while."

"Well, I'll guess I'll change and see if I can find her." Alice gave Edward another look, to which he turned his face. She glanced to her mother, who nodded. She smiled charmingly and ran her fingers through her wispy black hair. "Excuse me for just a moment."

"Hurry back dear, breakfast will get cold." Carlisle called after her.

"Yes, father."

Alice made her way to the stairs, grumbling angry under her breath.

Who does she think she is? She thought ruefully, lifting her nightdress in an easier attempt to climb the stairs. Oh, if only Edward had some sense.

She was so caught up in her own thoughts that she failed to notice a figure emerging, and bumped into them hastily. "Oh, I'm sorry!" She stepped back to see who it was, and her features softened. "Emmett!"

"Why it's little Alice." He chuckled, lifting her up easily and swinging her around once. "How's things, kiddo?"

Alice giggled and swiped at him. "Is that the name you give to the Princess of Denmark, hmm?"

"You're just little Alice to me." He teased and placed an affectionate kiss on her hair. "How are you this morning?"

"Ugh, frustrated." She sighed. "Long story," She added, noticing his questioning stare. "You better get dressed, Tanya is here."

"Ah, the future disarming cousin-in-law has arrived?" He crossed his arms with an amused look. "No doubt the cause of your distress, am I correct?"

"Sister-in-law to her." Alice reminded him. "Don't let that slip out around her, Carlisle may kill you. Not to mention Edward; he doesn't want her to know."

"Isn't that a bit ridiculous?" Emmett said skeptically. "I mean-"

"And just what, is ridiculous?" Another voice cut in. They turned around and another figure approached them, making her way down the stairs. A young woman that could only be described as the epitome of beauty, she glided down each step with the utmost grace and poise. She, like Tanya, had long golden tresses, curling around her waist. She however, was taller, with a perfectly slender body that many girls envied. Her eyes were a magnificent blue, causing young men to drown in the endless ocean-like pools. She was envied and desired by many, and her knowledge of this wasn't lost amongst the looks of desire she'd receive. She however, only had eyes for one.

"R-Rose," Emmett stammered, looking positively transfixed by her. He reached forward for her hand and placed a tender kiss upon it, his eyes never leaving hers. Her cheeks reddened slightly, and she smiled. "Emmett. How are you?"

"To be honest, perfectly wonderful."

She narrowed her eyes slightly, glancing to Alice. "And why is that?"

"You've graced me with your presence, of course." He teased, and her eyes noticeably brightened. She smiled shyly, one that Alice knew was a smile that only ever seemed to show when Emmett was around. She smiled behind her hand at the thought of this. Her sister may have everything going for her as far as beauty was concerned, but, at rare glimpses, she was as awkwardly insecure as any other teenage girl - especially if around a certain Duke.

Emmett had a twinkle in his eye as he glanced back at Alice and winked. She returned a smile, though as she watched the two in front of her; her mind wandered towards a certain slave of Edward's. A tall, blonde, handsome young man that she only wished…

"So, what were the two of you discussing before I walked in? I vaguely remember you using the word, 'ridiculous?'" Rosalie folded her arms delicately.

Alice looked back to Emmett, who's eyes were remained focused on the beauty of Rosalie's eyes. He smirked slightly and mimicked her position. "Well Miss Cullen, it seems that your sister still has the need to express her dislike for your brother's fiancé, and although I don't personally detest the girl; what I do find ridiculous is that Edward has not told Tanya of his true parentage."

Rosalie sighed and turned to Alice with a annoyed look on her face. "When are you ever going to stop? Tanya isn't a genuine sweetheart by any means, but she isn't as horrible as you elude her to be."

"I know that Rose, but honestly--"

"She loves our brother, Alice. Truly loves him. Do you object to her affection?"
"Of course not!" Alice exclaimed. "That's exactly the problem I have with Tanya; I don't think she's genuine at all. She's used to a prestigious life, a life in which she has everything she desires. Edward is a representative of the life she feels she deserves; his rich, handsome and willing to marry her. She will become Queen-"

"She will never become Queen," Rosalie growled. "She will simply be the husband of the future King of Denmark, but she will never become Queen."
"That remains to be seen," Emmett commented, but quickly withdrew from furthering his point when he received cold looks from both girls.

"Ah, Emmett." Esme came into view and reached for him, who stepped forward and returned her embrace. "Esme, it is a pleasure. Thank you for allowing me to stay again."

"Anytime." She smiled, glancing up at her daughters. "Rosalie, hurry; your brother is waiting. Quickly Alice, hurry and change while he wait."

"Yes, mom." Alice excused herself and made her way upstairs, while Rosalie stepped down. Emmett offered his arm and she smiled, gracefully slipping her hand through his arm. "Happy Birthday," He joked, and she slapped him lightly. Esme smiled at this and motioned the two to follow her. "Old charmer," She murmured under her breath, amused.

Edward smiled when Rosalie entered, not missing the look of adoration she had for his best friend. She gave him a look of warning before pulling him into a gentle hug. "My twin brother. Nineteen already." She kissed his cheek and squeezed his shoulders, stepping back to see his face. Without wavering, she pressed a small box against his chest. "Something you don't have, I hope."

Edward smiled and squeezed her hand gently, before gently peeling off the paper that concealed whatever was within. He opened it and, dangling expensively was a solid silver chain with a pendent attached; one which had his name delicately engraved.

"Rose," He breathed, "It's…

She smiled and glanced over at Emmett, who seemed thoroughly impressed.

"…wonderful." He finished.

"Very nice." Carlisle added.

Edward nodded and placed it around his neck, while Esme reached over to observe it closely.

"It's lovely, Rosalie." Esme cooed in her gentle voice. "Just lovely."

Tanya nodded. "It suits Edward."

"And how are you, Tanya?" Rosalie stepped forward and barely kissed her cheek. "Are you well?"

"Very much so." Tanya smiled and slid her arm through Edward's, as if to emphasize her point. "Happy Birthday, by the way."

"Thank you," Rosalie replied, knowing there was no reason for Tanya to get suspicious. They told her that because they shared the same birthday as twins, they decided to celebrate Rosalie's on the nineteenth. Although Rosalie was sick of keeping up appearances, she wouldn't dare disobey her father, who told them many times how imperative it was that no suspicion surrounded Edward's true parentage.

At that moment, Alice fled down the stairs in a delicately odd way; almost as if she danced or flounced her way from one spot to another. She looked immaculate in a short time; her black hair perfectly straight with a fitting dress that hugged her petite curves.

Carlisle smiled but said nothing.

"So is it time to open yours, Alice?" Edward teased, ruffling the back of her hair. She smiled brightly and spun around at incredible speed. "Yes!" She picked up the box from the table where Edward last set it down, and handed it to him again.

He laughed lightly and unwrapped it, his family and fiancé watching on with interest. He finally lifted the lid of the box to reveal a small bronze key, attached to a chain.

"Uh, well…" Edward looked up to her, lifting the key in his hand. "Thank you?"

She laughed her child-like laugh and reached for his hand, pulling him towards the back door. "Come, Prince. You'll love this. Everybody, come! Mom, Father, Emmett, Rose, Tanya. Everyone, please!"

A crowd followed them towards the back of the palace; most bewildered. Carlisle approached the door warily, knowing what his daughter was like. She, unlike Rosalie, was a little less predictable and tended to be a great deal more reckless. "Not necessarily the best qualities of a future Queen," He'd say to Esme, who would only smile warmly and touch his cheek with sweet tenderness. "Ah Carlisle, do we really want her to be the same as Rosalie? Alice, unlike Rosalie, is an uncomplicated, simple, young woman who is who she is, love her for that recklessness that you so wish to despise."

"It's not that easy, Esme," He would reply, placing his hand over hers. "For any ordinary woman, simplicity is key. But their future is one full of hardship, of trials and tribulations. I know this well, and so I should. I have lived it, after all."

Carlisle shook his head slightly as Alice nodded to one of the guards, who swung open the door widely as to allow Edward and everyone before him to witness his birthday gift.

Edward gasped at what stood on the grass in front of him. "Alice, you…I…"

"Do you like it?" She asked, a little insecure at the blank expression on his face.

"I LOVE it!" He exclaimed, taking her hand and running out to the motorbike on the lawn. Alice beamed as he took her in a ridiculously tight hug, lifting her off the ground for a few moments. It was obvious it was something he much anticipated to own, much to the annoyance of Tanya. Completely void from the others and their obvious disparagement, Alice giggled and held his hair, placing a light kiss on his temple.

Rosalie frowned and raised her eyebrows, turning to see the reaction of her parents, which were exactly as she expected. Carlisle sighed at the sight of the bike and glanced to Esme with a I-told-you-so expression.

Esme could hear his complaint later already.

"A prince should NOT be on the streets, riding a motorbike!"

Esme sighed, expecting this very complaint. Hours later, the night of her beloved nephew's birthday, they were here, still arguing.

"Carlisle dear, please, calm down." She begged, emerging from the bathroom in her negligee. She brushed her blonde hair delicately, slowly. Carlisle circled her, pressing his hand to his forehead, so obviously frustrated. "I am calm." He said stubbornly, and Esme had to hold back her gentle laugh. "So like your brother, Carlisle."

"That I am not." He growled slightly. "I am a King, the King he should have been. I am responsible, reliable, and headstrong. All the things Edward Senior was not."
She placed a hand on his shoulder to stop him from pacing. "I understand that, and I do not disagree with you. Your brother had a royal duty, and he did not uphold it, and it caused such an uproar within your family. But I, as well as you, cannot base the animosity that you hold for your brother on the sole basis that he loved Elizabeth more than life itself."

Carlisle sighed angrily and spun around, gripping his hair. Esme followed, gently pleading with him. "Truly loved her, Carlisle. You know this."

"Love?" Carlisle snapped angrily. "What would he know about love? If he truly loved her, he would have let her ago and be happy with someone else, someone who did not have duties, someone who could love her the way she deserved! Her life did not have to end, neither of their lives did, not if he had done the right thing."

Esme watched him warily, until his gaze eventually lifted to hers. He ducked his head shamefully, knowing the familiar look in her eyes. "I know, I'm sorry. How could we possibly comprehend, right?"

She smiled sadly, stepping forward and reaching for his hands. He sighed and took hers in his, intertwining their fingers and kissing the back of her hand tenderly.

"You know i wouldn't have it any other way, Carlisle."

He couldn't smile, though he lifted a hand to her cheek and stroked it tenderly. "Thank you, Esme. You gave me a family, and for that I owe you my life. This life."

He was quiet for a moment, and then sighed. "I can give you anything in this world, anything that can be bought, anything you desire. I'm just sorry I cannot give you more that…that I have never been able to."

Esme leaned into his hand and reached to touch his cheek in return. "I know. You have given me enough, Carlisle. You have given me a family, and I have never looked back. I just…" She closed her eyes for a moment, "I'm so sorry…that I couldn't give you a son…"

"That does not matter." Carlisle said sternly, taking her face in between his hands. "That cannot be helped. We have two beautiful daughters, and our nephew, who is more then ready to take my place as King. He has enough of me in him; he will be a good and strong leader. In many ways, he will be better then what I am."

She smiled wistfully at his words. "Yes, he is more then ready. He does have a modest amount of you, but young Edward is still his father's son."

Carlisle winced. "Yes, I know. That is the only reason I worry for him."

"But you must not punish him for his father's mistakes." Esme pleaded her husband. "Please. He is still a child, he knows nothing of this…ongoing tension you had with his father."

Carlisle smiled at her, fascinated with how she could make something sound reasonably pleasant when it was far from it. "As much as I despise his father, and majority of the time at that, he is still my brother, which makes Edward of my own flesh and blood. I resent seeing his father in him, but I could never resent the boy. It simply deters me to see his father's rebellious spirit lingering deep with him, as if it's waiting to be unleashed."

She smiled knowingly, touching a hand to his chest. "Have faith, Mr. Cullen. He, like you, will have his portrait amongst those of Denmark's greatest royalty. I have no doubt."

He visibly relaxed, at this, smiling slightly. He gazed back to her and kissed her forehead tenderly. "I adore you, Mrs. Cullen."

She laughed gently.

So what do you think so far?

PLEASE review with good, bad comments, suggestions, questions, etc. I will answer.

Pretty much, Edward is the Prince of Denmark. Bella has yet to come into the story, she will come in within a few chapters. Edward is engaged to Tanya, the daughter of Aro who is the prime minister of Denmark.

(Princesses) Rosalie and Alice are the biological daughter of Carlisle and Esme, but Edward isn't. He is their cousin, the son of Edward Senior (Carlisle's older brother) and Elizabeth, who are deceased. Rosalie was born around the same time that Edward was sent to his Uncle and Aunt, so Carlisle and Esme decided to fool the press and claim Edward as the twin sister of Rosalie, even though Edward is one year older then Rosalie, their birthdays lie in close proximity. Alice was born one year later after Rose. The Cullen family and Emmett know the truth, but no one else. Not even Tanya.

How did they die? Why are they doing this? What's the story with Carlisle and Edward Senior? I bet you're thinking these questions. All this is the history which creates the story, and will be unraveled.

Please review. :)

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