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"Today's the day Isabella." my mother whispered in my ear as she finished doing the clasp on my necklace. I felt my sister's glare on the side of my face burning holes into my cheeks.

"The day that we've all waited for since the day you were born." The day I've dreaded since I was about eight and understood what was going to happen today.

Today was the day I met my husband. In a few weeks I wouls lose all freedom that I once had as a child and, unlike many others, in my early teens. I was sixteen and engaged to be married in only two weeks. My friend Angela,who lived far away in the kingdom, but we had met at social events for our fathers, had just met her husband six months ago. Last time I saw her she had just gotten married to her husband, Mike, who was about forty-five. Angela was a year younger than me, fifteen, but Mike was wealthy enough to marry her, or so her parents thought so. She was arranged to bear children in a few months. Though she had planned it so that in realtiy, but behind closed doors to everyone but me and him, she would have young with Eric Yorkie. A boy she had met when she was twelve, however he would never be approved by her parents, so she had agreed to marry Mike on the condition that once a week she is aloud to go out for the day. Mike thought it was to spend time in town, shopping and mingling and things, but in really she would go and see Eric. I had met him only once and he was very talkative, but very nice and polite as well. He was aware that Angela was leagaly married to Mike, though he trusted that she would come and spend he day with him once a week.

When I was a small child, only five or so, there was a man sent out to fetch a man to be my husband. He was one of the most respected men in the kingdom and my father had put loads of trust in him that I had not. I didn't like the way he woudl assume he knew me well enough at five to go and find my soul mate by interviewing men. Going from door to door until he found the one that I would belong to.

"He's perfect for you Bella, I have met him. I know I shouldn't be telling you these things but I can't keep my mouth shut any longer. He's only thirty, just out of his twenties, and he has the most adorable face you've ever seen. He's so polite and I'm sure you'll love him." she beamed into the mirror and as always , when the subject at hand was brought up again, I faked a smile and waited until she looked away to tuck it into the back of my mind and forget about until it was needed.

"I'll go get your dress, wait just a moment." she fled the room and I started in the mirror at my reflection. I looked as I had everyday since I was eleven and my mother thought that my maid should teach me how to apply make-up. Though since she ahd done it today I hadn't minded so much, it reminded me of my childhood when mother used to get out he rbest dress, fix my hair specail, and put make-up on my face and have me walk around the ballroom feeling like a queen instead of a princess.

I smiled at myself, and though it came more naturally than I expected, it was still wrong. By my sister's reaction I could tell I wasn't the only one who noticed.

"I fail to see why you're so down about getting married Isabella, please attempt to explain your idiotic thought process to me." Rose said rolling her eyes.

"Rosalie, I don't want this. You do. If I could trade places with you I would but I can't. I would do it in a heartbeat but the offer hasn't come to me yet."

"You've told me this before Isabella. I've heard it only a thousand times, most likely literally. I'm not asking you to give all that up but I am asking you to not make a fool oout of youself. Act like you want to fit in with this family." she stormed out of the room, right past Leah, a girl about my age, maybe a few years older but no one was sure. She was a servant here, had been for as long as I could remember.

'Is everything okay with her?"

"You might want to go and cheer her up." she nodded and sped of after Rose.

See my sister couldn't bare children. When we were smaller she would always be the one to talk about how she couldn't wait until father came home with our husbands. She spoke of her wedding day and her gorgeous gown and what her kids would look like and how their palace would be the most extravagent in all the kingdom. Years later the news was broken to her that she would never marry. She could be aranged with a man over and over again but he would most likely leave her fro someone that could give him children. My afther was the on to make the decision that she would not have a husband. She soon went into a depression. Starting with a numb state, then proceeding into a sad period, sobbing every few hours then crying herself to sleep everynight, then she infurriated, refused to speak to our father. Until one day when he decided to talk to her, something she was forced into, talking my ear off before she went to see what he wanted. When she came back she didn't seem mad anymore. A few days later she stared up again, but never around father like she had. Whatever he said had spoken to her in a way that no one else had.

"Isabella he's here." Leah came back in and grabbed my arm.

"Really?" I said my nose scrunching up. I brought my hands up to pick at my nails.

"Yes, time to go. You don't want to keep him waiting. It would be a bad first impression. No one wants a late wife."

"I'd rather be late then be with him." she scowlded me as we walked down the long spiral stair case.

"Ah, Isabella dear." my father said as I walked toward him. He took my arm, resuming the grasp that Leah had kept on me, though his hand was much stronger, he soon let go and put his arm around my shoulder.

"Isabella this is Jacob, Jacob this is Isabella." the bright smiled, strong looking man in front of me held his hand out and I placed mine in his.

"It's a pleasure to meet you ."

"Please call me Isabella. Your family now Jacob and I want you to feel welcome here." I lied so smoothly it suprised even me.

He nodded and then looked back over to my father, his eyes lingering in all the wrong places. I stiffened in my fathers hold and he could tell that I had, but not why.

"Isabella why don't you show Jacob around the palace? I'm sure he woudl like to see his qaurters."

"He's living with us?" I asked, doing the best I could to hide the fright in my tone.

"Why yes. So you may leave now to go and show him around." Translation:Get Away from me Isabella I'm sick of standing this close to youand acting as if we had a close relationship.

"Yes father." I slithered away from him and moved towards Jacob. As we walked back towards the ballroom I felt my mother's smiling and heard the gossip between the servants as he put his arm around my shoulder.

"So that's the palace." I said as we wrapped up, by this time I had fgured out that if I walked at a speeding pace then he would give up and let his arm fall to his side instead of pressing me against him.

"Really?" he raised an eyebrow as his eyes browsed the place and then met mine. They weren't as endearing as before, they were scary. Made me feel uncomfortable.

"Yes." I said skeptically, not sure what point he was about to make.

"Well I don't remember you showing me your room."

"No, my father doesn't like strange men in my rooms. I do apologize for his unjust rules." I smiled sarcastically then rolled my eyes. I started to walk away but his huge hand caught my arm and squeezed me until I couldn't feel it anymore.

"You listen here you wrothless string of flem I don't like this anymore than you do, they told me I was fit to marry a king's little brat and so I agreed. I don't care about kids and I don't care about love. I want riches, fame and pleasure. Now if you don't agree with me then the worse will happen to you. I assure you of it."

"I would rather die then be with you in a romantic way anyhow." I said, shocked by my own sharpness. This should have shook me up to no end. But it didn't. If I scraped the surface off, no need to dig deep becuase then you'll get into the raw and nasty anger I have towards men that I don't choose, you'll find that I really have no intentions of being nice to anyone until Jacob is gone. He wants to play dirty, I'll dig to find my deepest. Then we'll see who comes out on top.

"Wothless brat." he let go and stormed off. Turning around in the doorway meeting my eyes.

"Nice to meet you Isabella, please do tell your father I'll be back later on will my things." he said a bit louder, making sure everyone heard him, positive no one had heard his hushed tones earlier.

"The feeling is mutual, I'll be sure to mention it to him." I smiled and he smirked. I waved him away.

"Idiot." I heard him below me saying goodbye to my father.

Awhile later I walked into my room. Rose was crying on her bed, her head buried into a pillow and I could see nothing but her long gorgeous blond hair.

"Rosalie." I said hoping I could comfort her, tell her of what he said in the hall. As I brought ack the memory I realized it did bother me. Knowing me he didn't wnat anything but my body, and that he would do anything to get to it.

"What?" she screamed and her loud harsh tone made me jump. I began to tear up and I opened my mouth to speak but she stopped me.

"Isabella Marie Swan! Don't you dare start crying! You don't have any reason to!" I looked up from my palms. My make-up that my mother had worked hards on was now all over my hands.

"Neither do you." I said evenly. I felt my face scrunch up before slamming the door in her face and runnin down the hallway. I heard a few servants call my name but I didn't turn.

I ran down he stairs, making sure to lift my dress above my heels but still stumbling now and again, through the front door and outside. I ran all the way to the feild behind the palace before falling and laying my head down on a stone bench.

"Princess Swan?" I heard a smooth, perfect, velvet voice say. I rolled my eyes and tried to wipe my tears, making myself look near presentable before turning around to meet his perfect face.

"Yes?" I asked and his eyes bored into mine. His face was emotionless and the stillness allowed the thoughts and harsh words to flood back into my head. My face crumbled and I poured back onto the bench, full-blown tears came too easliy to my eyes.

"Princess I-"

"Don't call me that." I sobbed lifting my head up, my volume louder than need be.

"Then what should I call you?"

"My name's Isabella."

"Okay then. Bella, would you mind telling me what's wrong."

"Well," I almost considered it then I thought of a question for him. "Why Bella? I mean everyone calls me Isabella."

"All the moe reason to call you Bella, no one else does." He smiled crookedly. I dried my tears and cleared my throat enought to speak evenly to him. No reason to make more a fool of myself then I already had infront of the gorgeous boy who looked only a little older than me.

"How old are you?"

"Seventeen. What about you?"

"Sixteen." I said and there was a pause, though the tears didn't come back as I expected.

"What's your name?" I asked the perfect pale, bronze haired boy in front of me.

"Edward. Edward Cullen."