This was just something that came to me. I was getting ready for school one morning, and I was struck with inspiration. I probably should've struck while the iron was hot, but there were still a few details I needed to hammer out in my head before I started writing it. So, here goes nothing.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of its characters, Stephenie Meyer does.

My life was once a fairytale. I used to live among the great. I was second in line for the throne and was adored by all, or so I thought.

It turns out one of my father's advisor didn't really like us. I can't blame Carlisle though. We had all trusted Jacob. It's not as if any of us had seen this coming.

He had taken control from the inside, secretly gaining followers all these years while we thought he was helping us. I can't believe I had trusted him. We had pretty much grown up together even though he was several years older than me. His father had been a royal advisor before him, so we had thought nothing of it. It made no sense for him to betray us, he had a good life. I wonder, was his father a traitor too, or did Jacob just wake up one day and decide he hated us?

All of these things ran through my head as I sat in this dreadful cell. Perhaps you are a bit confused. I suppose I should start from the beginning…

(Back to when this all started)

"Edward, dear, you really shouldn't spend so much time in your room. It isn't healthy you know."

"I know, Esme, but here is nothing to do in this miserable town. You would think that the capitol of a powerful nation like ours would be some sunny city instead of the rainiest place on earth." I retorted.

"I thought you liked the rain Edward?" my mother questioned.

"I do but sometimes I wish I could go outside without getting soaked. I think all of this precipitation is beginning to…rain on my good mood." I frowned. I did like the rain normally, but it had been too ugly to go outside lately, so I had been locked up in the palace all day. It was dreadfully boring, so I normally just spent the day in my room reading a book or two.

"Alright then, if I can't persuade you, I suppose I'll just leave you to our thoughts."

I missed being able to clown around with Emmett, my older brother and the first in line for the throne. He had spent so much time with his new girlfriend however, that I barely saw him anymore. Don't get me wrong, I had nothing against Rosalie. She was very pretty and she seemed nice enough. I should be glad that she was making Emmett so happy, but did she have to live so far away? Rosalie was of the Hale family, one of the more prominent of the noble households. Unfortunately, the Hales lived on the other side of our very large country, Covenry.

My little sister, Alice, had also taken an interest in the Hales. She had taken quite a fancy to Rosalie's younger brother, Jasper Hale. I liked Jasper, he was nice and a lot of fun. He traveled here often to visit her.

And, that left me, the middle child with no clue and no girlfriend. It wasn't as if I didn't have girls hanging all over me, but I knew they were all just after me for my money and title. "The Princess of Covenry" apparently sounded appealing to them, especially Tanya Denali.

Tanya was the princess of one of the smaller, neighboring countries to Covenry, called Hemosylvania. "Bloody woods", nice name (sarcasm much). I didn't much like her. She was blonde and ditsy, not to mention shallow. I don't know where she gets it from though. Her parents, Carmen and Eleazar were very kind, and her sisters, Kate and Irina seemed very nice as well, even if Irina was a bit of a kiss-up.

None of those girls had ever mattered though. I never took any interest in them. Sure, some of them may have been pretty, but was it worth it if they had no personality? I was pretty good at reading people, and none of the girls trying to catch my eye had been very original. They were all the same, and I found that irritating.

I looked out through my window only to find that it had stopped raining. My mood had instantly brightened and I raced down the stairs to go do something.

"Well, well, well, looks like somebody's in a better mood."

"Oh shut up, Jacob, you know you're happier too."

"Maybe I am, but at least I'm not running around grinning like an idiot just because I can go outside now."

"Touché"

"So, where are you headed to in such a hurry?"

"I was going to go to the market place and get something to eat, and then browse around. Do you want to join me?"

"No way man, servants go to the market, not princes and royal advisors. One of these days, you're going to get caught sneaking around there."

"Oh well, I guess I'll see you later then, Jake."

"Later Prince Eddie!"

"I told you not to call me that!" I shouted as I ran out the door. I could hear him chuckle as I bolted.

It wasn't too long before I arrived at the market place. I went straight to my usual place, a small tavern near the river. I quickly downed my meal and paid. Once I was ready, I got up to leave.

I began to wonder around, just looking for something to do, when I saw HER.

She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She had the face of an angel with beautiful brown hair that cascaded down her back. But what stood out most were her eyes. They were the purest, most beautiful gold I had ever seen.

What came over me in that instant, I'll never know, but I did know that I felt the urge, no, the NEED to talk to her, to hear her laugh, and see her smile. It was as if some force was pulling on me, forcing me to move towards her.

It was almost as if the world was standing still for that one moment. But then, I made the worst mistake I have ever made in my life. I blinked.

Why, you ask, was blinking such a mistake? I'll tell you. Because, in that one millisecond it took me to blink, that girl, that angel without wings, had disappeared.

I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces, and all I could think was, "She's gone."

How could I, in only a second of seeing her, not even knowing her name or hearing her voice, have been so affected that it crushed me so when she was not there anymore. Had I even really seen a girl there, or did I imagine her? I felt the dejection wash trough me.

No, I decided, I couldn't have imagined her. My mind is not so creative as to have imagined her. She was too pure, too beautiful, too… unreal, for my simple mind to have conjured her up.

I began my long, painful walk back to the palace in a daze. I didn't even realize I was home until my head hit the pillow on my bed.

That was the first night I dreamed about my angel.

So, what did you think? Was it any good, because I'm having some doubts? I'd really appreciate some feedback, even if it is criticism. Please don't be mad at me for making Jacob the bad guy! I have my reasons, and you don't know why he's doing it! I do. So, if you want to find out, you'll just have to read on.

Much love, Hoshi