I stared out the window, watching the rain pour, the lightning flash, and the thunder crack. I was thinking, as I often did when the weather was this way, about the night I was changed.
It was June 15, 1842. My family was one of- well, I guess we were the wealthiest. We were the Tudor family. Yes, that's right, my fater was King of England. And I was their beloved princess.I was staring out the window that night, too. It was storming, much like tonight. I was lost in my thoughts, thinking of what my fiance had told me only hours before.
Alec, to my father's delight, was the son of the Italian Royal family. He proposed to me today, on my 16th birthday, also telling me his family's oldest, deepest, darkest, most well-kept secret. Telling me what I would someday become.
A knock at my mahogany door recovered me from my thoughts. "Enter," I called, not even bothering to see who it was. Our housekeeper's timid voice sounded from the doorway.
"Your Highness, you have a visitor." I turned to face her. Behind her, stood a tall, dark haired boy. Well, more man then boy. I recognized him instantly. I fiddled with the diamond ring on my left hand, making it sparkle in the dim light.
The slight movement caught his eye immediately, and he smiled lovingly when he saw the ring still on my finger. That smile. That perfect smile. It had been that smile that had undone every fabric of my being, ever since he first flashed it to me, so many months ago.
"Thinking of anything utmost important, dear Felicity?" I jumped slightly upon hearing Aro's voice, not having heard him enter the library.
I gazed into his curious crimson irises, replying, "No, Master. Just of my past." He sighed wistfully.
"So long ago, yet I remember it like it was yesterday. Do you mind if I take a look?"I held up my palm, watching his face as my memories flooded his mind, his hand lightlym grazing mine. "Ah, yes," he said,taking his hand off mine. "You had our Alec quite infatuated. Lei era il suo cantante, se mi ricordo corretamente. Il suo primo amore umano." He winked at me, seeing if I could keep up with his advanced Italian. But I had one better.
"Realmente? Avrei pensato che un uomo che buttano come Alec avrebbero avuto molte piu amiche."
Aro chuckled as another voice joined our conversation in English. "Darling!," the voice exclaimed, it's owner stepping out of the shadows. "Your Italian has improved dramatically!" Aro smiled sweetly as I stood to greet Alec.
"Well, that's because I have such an amazing teacher," I responed, taking his hand. He winked at me, andI giggled as he turned to face Aro.
"Master," he said, bowing his head. Aro acknowledged him, starting to say something when Jane burst in.
"Master! We need you in the throne room. It's Edward Cullen-" Alec hissed involuntarily.- "He's come requesting to die."