A/N: Okay, I just have this vision of Bel Ami Rob stuck in my head and I wanted to bring him to life. So here it is. Hope you guys like it.

England 1833

EPOV

Traveling was such a pain.

My father, Lord Carlisle Cullen, has been pushing for me to settle down since I'm in my 34th winter. Seeing that I will take the throne of our kingdom once he passes, he insists that I need to secure myself an heir. He wants to see it done before he passes so that he may rest in true peace. This brings me to the reason for my travels.

I had just had the displeasure of meeting Jessica, the daughter of the king in a neighboring kingdom. My father thought she would be the perfect match, but she was far from it.

Jessica was a vile human being. She treated her handmaidens like cow manor, and she acted like a spoiled little brat- throwing fits when something didn't go her way. I could hardly stand to be in her presence, not to mention how she looked: her sunken-in face with an unhealthy yellowish glow, the presence of hair along her upper lip, and her lack of a womanly figure. I was honestly just trying to banish the experience from my memory.

I am glad to have my thoughts interrupted when my coach abruptly stops. I look out the window to see what could have stopped us, but the darkness is much too dense.

"Michael?" I call out to my coachman while stepping out of the carriage.

Michael looks down to me from atop his horse. "Lord Cullen, stay back! I saw someone moving up ahead. Behind the big willow!"

I roll my eyes. Michael has always been a bit of a girl.

I grab a lantern hanging from the post of the coach. "I'll go check it out, Michael. You just stay on your horse while I do your job."

I am calm when approaching the willow that was spoken of, my hand on my pistol. If it's a thief, I'll simply shoot him. My guess is that it's a cat, or some other animal. This wouldn't be the first time that had happened.

Imagine my surprise when I turn the corner to the willow, pistol cocked and readied, and I see the most beautiful brown-haired, brown-eyed girl. She can't be more than 16 winters. Her heart shaped face, wide eyes, and reddened cheeks portray such innocence and youth, yet the redness might be from the cold and that she's only in her shift.

Only in her shift!

But it's the dead of night in the middle of December. What could she possibly be doing outside dressed in such a manner?

Those thoughts are quickly pushed to the side when my eyes wonder over said shift. As I said, her face gives off such youth, but her body is such a stark contrast. Round breasts with her cleavage peaking out, heaving up and down with her rapid breaths. A tiny waist that juts into wide, womanly hips- perfect for child bearing. Never had I had the pleasure of bedding any woman like her.

"S-sir. I mean no harm," her voice trembles, interrupting my impure thoughts, and it is then that I come to realize I'm still pointing the pistol at her. I hastily tuck it away and look into her beautiful eyes.

"What business is it that you have out here, child? It is freezing tonight. You should be warm and tucked in your bed."

"My master, he…" she starts. "He tried to harm me. He's probably looking for me as we speak, with his pistol in hand," she says worriedly. "Please help me."

My temper immediately flares up. The thought of this pure beauty being harmed in any way makes me want to take someone's head.

I take off my coat and throw it over her small shoulders before pulling her body into mine – taking note of how soft it is – and hurriedly making our way back to the coach. "Proceed to the castle, Michael," I call out before helping the beauty into the carriage.

A/N: Sorry to cut it off there. I have homework to do, unfortunately. There will be another chapter up either tonight or tomorrow late afternoon. I plan on updating this daily. As you can see, it's going to be drabble-ish. It's different from what I've done so far, so I'm excited.

Thanks in advance for your thoughts!