Yes I know, I haven't updated in a long time. But I've been pretty busy and such. Plus, I actually got bored with my other stories for now. I might get back to them later though. Who knows. But! This idea really got me excited. I like this era and thought a forbidden love kind of Ordeal was pretty exciting, So i wrote the first chapter! And If I like the reviews, I promise, promise, promise, I will get you the second chapter. Besides, It's already halfway done. : Anyways. ENJOY! :D
"Miss Swan, Sir Jacob has asked to see you in the garden for some tea in an hour." Jasper said softly, his head bowed before me, his hair creating a curtain around his face as he spoke.
"Thank you, Jasper. You are excused." I spoke quietly, staring out the window at the vast space of sky that seemed to appear before me. Oh how I'd love to explore that land. Without rules, With the one I loved. Was that so much to ask?
My glance flickered up to the sun, judging by its position I would say It was a bit after one. That would mean I would have to meet Jacob at two. I groaned at the thought. Jacob. My fiancé. The only one I wouldn't want to have tea with this afternoon.
I stood up from the golden chair and strided across my room to the walk in closet, my dress dragging across the floor, being made to move along with whatever I did. I know how it feels.
Any other woman would raise their eyebrows at me with disbelief if they knew my thoughts. Jacob! The most handsome prince in the kingdom! I'm one to be jealous of.
But not quite. I could honestly care less about Jacob. He was a selfish, conceited pig. One with a glorious smile to show the strangers and mischievous smirk when alone in the quarters. How come I have gotten myself in this position?
"Miss Swan?" A knock came from the door.
"Come in Alice." I spoke sweetly. Alice, my maid. She was one of a kind. We grew up together without caring of our placement in things. Then she became my maid. But I didn't treat her as such. I think it's insane that ones best friend would have to serve for you. So I treated her as I would want to be treated. And we haven't had an issue yet.
"Ah, Isabella! You must get ready! You have tea with the Prince in less than an hour! How do you expect to make a good impression dressed like that?" She gave me a disbelieving look as she slipped her hands on her hips, scolding me.
I couldn't help but giggle at the sight. "Oh , Alice. You know I could care less of what that bastard thinks of me. I'd show up there in nothing but rags If I could, but we both know that would only turn him on further." I grinned at her as I raised an eyebrow, giving her an image that we both knew would be true.
She grinned at the sight and pranced over. "Ah, Well, Still. A Princess such as yourself should always be made up beautiful. Have the men gawk at your feet and help not but grin at your presence. That is what a princess Is for. Is it not?" She winked at me as she passed by, running her fingertips over my assortment of dresses, deciding carefully what I should wear.
She grasped a velvet piece of cloth and leaned up to pull the dress out. It was a deep royal blue velvet dress, with silk strips down the side that were the color of gold. It was a magnificent dress, but not one I thought should be worthy of Jacob to see myself in.
"Alice, Be reasonable. This dress is way to good for Jacob." I ran my fingers over the velvet, the soft prickles of cotton giving my fingers the touch of wonders. I smiled a little at the beautiful dress. It was my mothers, when she was queen. When she passed on, She left me with all her extraordinary gifts of clothing and jewelry and so much more. Way more than I could ask for. I suppose She was giving me a positive outlook on life opposed to the negative one. She was leaving me with father. The one who got me in this whole ordeal with Jacob. I scoffed. This was pure evil from both ends. Why me?
"Isabella, You need to show him off. Keep him pleased but still let him no that you are no way interested in him." She gave me a huge grin. That sneaky pixie. Always knowing how to get the best of people.
I smiled a little bigger as I took the dress from her hands and held it out to myself for a closer look. "I suppose you're right, Alice. Not that it matters anyways. We're engaged, and nobody can get me out of it. Well, accept my father. And you know that is of no use." I gave her a glance and saw that she knew. Of course, She knew him as long as I did. And hated him all the same.
I stepped out of the closet and laid the heavy dress on top of the bedspread as I reached back and started to withdraw the strings out of the current dress I had on when I felt two hands stop mine.
"Let me get that, Princess." I heard a smile in her voice as her small fingers made quick work of the strings and soon the dress gave, falling In a pile at my feet, leaving me in my off white bodice, underwear and stockings.
"Alice. What did I tell you about calling me that?" I glanced behind me and gave her a stern, but playful look. I looked back and took the dress, but she stopped me once more, taking the dress from my hands and crouching down by my ankles as she opened the top up, holding it for me to step into.
"Now Isabella. You are princess and should be treated like one. " I glanced down to see her with a small smirk as I stepped carefully into the dress.
"Stupid pixie…" I muttered under my breath as she brought the dress up and the thick straps over my shoulders to lay accordingly there, my white skin showing clear as day, all the way down to my cleavage. Or lack there of.
Alice chuckled softly and began pulling at the strings forcefully, keeping the dress night and tight. And of course one that goes without breathing. For a small girl she sure had quite the strength. I gasped a few times before I felt her tiny hands let go. I let out a breath and felt my stomach stop at the thick cloth. Yup, no breathing today.
I walked over to the mirror and smiled at the sight of my mothers dress on me. It was absolutely ravishing. I frowned once my eyes made contact with my hair. I raised a hand and twirled a wave in between my fingers. What a haystack my hair becomes. I sighed.
"Now, now. We can make quick work of that too. Don't worry your head off. " Alice smiled and sat me down on the golden chair and brought a thick brush through the tangles, making me grimace and flinch as my hair was being pulled out of my skull.
"Don't be delicate or anything, Alice. Just tear off all my hair. I'm sure Jacob will want to marry me then." I playfully said with an angered set on my face before a smile fell upon. "Actually, now that I think about. That would be marvelous! Just pull my hair a bit here a bit there.." I brought up my hands, telling her where as I showed her, " And then when he sees I'm nothing more than a hideous hag. He'll want nothing more to do with me!" I yelped in surprise as she pulled on my hair on purpose this time, scowling at me in the mirror.
"Humor me, Bella." She said as a matter of fact and went back to my hair, pinning strands up, leaving strands down until She got to a thick mess of curls on my head while some fell to rest upon my shoulders. I leaned forward as to stand when her small hand pressed me back. "Not so fast, My lady." She spoke and hurried over to my vanity, where all my jewelry and make up was kept, coming back with powered and a little oval full of a dark brown eye shadow.
"Alice…You know how I feel about eye shadow." I warned her before she pushed the brush against my cheek and forehead, covering my face in a ghostly powder before laying on the eye shadow on my delicate eyelids. I coughed a few times before opening my eyes to a wonderful sight. "You always know how to make me beautiful, Alice. I thank you." I smiled kindly at her before standing up and walking towards the door. "I suppose I should be leaving now." I frowned at the thought.
"Don't fret, Miss Swan. Just have a little tea with him, It'll be over before you know it." She smiled reassuringly, but it didn't help.
"Yeah, And before I know it I'll be married to the pig." I scoffed and opened the thick wooden door, stepping out into the long corridor. I glanced back and waved at the small girl before turning and stepping down the corridor, My shoes echoing throughout the empty room.
I sighed and kept my feet on my shoes as I walked, not wanting to fall. I took a couple more steps before a hard surface crashed into me. My hands flew up, grabbing onto whatever I ran into for support, Not wanting to fall so early in the day already. A large hand was placed on the small of my back as they held me up, keeping me from stumbling backwards any further.
"Ah. I'm so sorry…" I spoke quickly stepping away from the persons body quickly, not wanting to make either of us uncomfortable. Although, I was the one with the deep pink flush appearing over my cheeks.
"Same old Isabella I see." A velvet voice spoke from the man before me. My eyes flickered up to his face in surprise and I gasped. His hand that was on the small of my back reached up and gently touched my cheek with the back of his fingers. "In a hurry?"
I swallowed. "Edward." I breathed out, staring into his deep emerald eyes. I quickly shook my head, clearing the ramble of thoughts that appeared in my head and gave him a quick smile. "Yes. I'm meeting Jacob in the garden, and I'm pretty sure by now I am running late." I smiled to him reassuringly, trying best to keep my act up.
"Oh, I see." He spoke quietly, his eyes flickering away from mine, but not before a saw a hint in them. Sadness?
I laughed awkwardly, looking a different way as well, not sure what to say. "Shouldn't you be with Rosalie anyways?" I asked, hoping I wasn't prying, but wondering why he was in this corridor anyways. And how could he have been so silent that I didn't even hear him?
His head turned towards me and I could feel his eyes staring at me for awhile before his voice spoke out again. "Well, Yes. I suppose I should. I was just looking for someone…actually…" His forehead creased as he thought hard about something before he brought his calm face back again. "It was well seeing you, Isabella." He bowed his head slightly and walked around me, and continued down the corridor once more.
I took a deep breath and took another step and got back into my stride. I raised one hand and pressed it to my cheek for a moment, feeling the hot sensation flow on to my fingertips. Why was I blushing so much? Jacob would surely notice.
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