i remember wanting to keep running…to just wanting to keep going…thinking it could not be too late! Mother had said that it was to late! That he was gone, butI remember thinking that if I kept running to were he was last I could save him from is death.

But in the back of my mind, I knew it is to late to save him.

My father.

That was only four days ago.

To get my story straight, I am Isabella Marie Clarise Swan. Bella for sort. Princess of Italy. And my father is, well was the King. I am 17 years old.

My father has been killed, by a terrorist who had threatened to destroy our beloved country. He knew that they wanted him gone, so he risked his own life to save his country. But in the end he didn't make it to home. The battle was won by our side, but somehow one of them had snuck into our solider tents and killed my father. Some soliders said that he wanted me and mother too. That is why the castle is being fully guard. But I said to all the guards, do not just protect us, protect the people. My mother of course said no I was more important.

I remember when we recieved this news, I tried to run. I tried to get away from it all. I tried to find my father, but one of the soliders stopped me. I remembered him from always being with my father, he was one of the close trusted soliders that my father had been friends with. The solider told me that my father wouldn't want me to do this. To risk my life.

SInce now I had to become the next ruler of Italy.

But of course, I had to be married first. My father left in his will some men that might be suitable for me to marry. Princes. Of course.

I am not very found on the idea of getting married. It never was a dream of mine, especailly not at 17.

So now my mother is expecting me to meet all the suitors who come to our door step to meet me. I am not at all excited about this. I wish I had a friend that could help me through this, but there is only the servants. Also my mother, but we have never been close. But my father and I were very close. It feels like I lost my best friend.

More suitors are supose to be coming today.

I am wearing a white gown that goes down to my feet. My hair is down in locks of curls.

I have two soliders with me. One named Jasper Whitlock, and the other was the one who stopped me. He told me his name was Emmet Cullen.

They seemed very nice. They said that they were with my father the day he died. I tried not to cry.

There had alreaady been seven suitors from yesterday, but none of them were my type. I didn't like any of them because they had all used my real name and had not asked what I had prefered to be called.

All the suitors who came to see me stayed at the palace until I made a decision on who I wanted. If I didn't make a decision, then my mother would chose for me. And I even knew that that wasn't a good idea.

When we heard the horns blair, I knew the first suitor of the day was here. Acccording to my mother, this was Micheal Newton. Prince of I think Genovia? I have never heard of it before and someday was planing to see it. Hopefully not as his wife.

Prince Micheal came in then. He was in black, he had blue eyes, blonde hair and was a few inches taller than me. I right away new he wasn't my type.

HE walked arrogantly. I hated arrogant people, I even heard Emmet snort at the sight of him. I tried to hide my giggle as a cough. Thankfully it was a succesful.

The prince looked at me, seeming to summon me up. I found that very impolite. I said in Italin to Jasper. "Can he speak Italian? Do you know?" Japer smiled and said "According to hs records no he cannot." I giggled I was going to have some fun with this.

He spoke, "Hello Princess Isabella." He said my name arrogantly. It bothered me extremely. He was on my bad side when he walked in the door. Now he was going to be out the door. Besides. He pronounced my full name. I prefer Bella. He is just like the other suitors.

I stood up and looked at Micheal. In italin I asked, "Do yoy speak Italin?" He looked at me in a werid way, and said, "Pardon me?"

I was smiling now, I looked at Jasper and Emmet. They were trying to keep a straight face.

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. I spoke to him in english. "I apologize, I asked if you coukd speak Italian. It appears not." I faked a frown to pretend that I wasn't pleased with the idea of a husband not being able to speak my language. Which indeed I was. But then again...

HE got nervous by my frown and quickly said, "Well I am a fast learner." He smiled a flirtaous smile. HOW RUDE!

I looked at him annoyed, and then said to Jasper in italian, "Is he serious?" Jasper ssmiled and shrugged. I looked at Micheal one last time waved my hand and said, "You can go."

He looked shocked but did as I said.

I walked back over to my chair. It was going to be a long day. There were suppose to be two more suitors today.

I looked at Emmet. "SO what did you think of him?" Emmet raised his eyebrow at me and rolled his eyes. I laughed so loud, I think the towns people could have heard me. I hope Prince Arrogant heard me.

The next suitor was Prince Eric. He had serious acne problems. Jasper face looked disturbed from the sight of him. But I kept a composed face on.

He said, "Hello Princess Isabella." Hate him already, "I am Prince Eric." His adamsapple was bobbing. I rtied not to laugh

I said to him in a italin as he walked over to me, "Do you speak italin?"

He replied back "Yes, but not well." Well that was disappointing.

Emmet frowned and Jasper to looked disappointed too. I guess they liked the idea of me messing with suitors. They know I found it very amusing.

I spoke in english this time. "Where are you from?" It sounded like a harsh demand.

He looked startled and stuttered when he replied. "I-I am f-f-room Spain. T-the Prince o-of Spain." Yeah I got that part genius. You wouldn't be here if you weren't.

"How old are you?" I demanded once again. Emmet was about to brust into laughter from the way I was making a Prince cower. Eric was way taller than me on top of it all. But he was gangly. And he has black oil like hair, with black eyes to match. Again not my type. I don't even know if I have a type.

"I-I- am 20 years old." I thought Emmet was about to cry. He tried very hard to not laugh.

When I knew Emmet couldn't take it anymore, I said to Prince Acne," You may leave now." Sounding a bit annoyed.

He pratically ran.

Emmet burst into laughter after we knew that he was gone. He said in italin, "Oh Princess Bella," SEE! Even the soliders knew better! "who knew you could scare off a twenty year old man!" He laughed loudly again.

Jasper gave him a pointed looked and whispered fiercely, "Emmet!" But I shook my head at Jasper.

I liked how Emmet didn't seem to feel obligated to be polite or quiet around me.

I said to Jasper, "No Jasper, it is all right. I don't mind. I actually enjoy your guys company. Thank you."

Jasper looked sort of shocked that I had said this. He was about to say something when the next suitor came.

His name was Prince Edward of England.

EPOV

My father had told me to go here. To find a Princess. Origanlly I had been going anyway, but now that she was to become the ruler soon, may mother and father felt that I should go with her and keep her safe since her father was gone.

Her name is Princess Isabella. I had heard that she was the most beautiful women ever to exist.

I begged to differ.

I was outside when the first suitor was leaving. I heard a loud laughter, like a bell. I raised an eyebrow at the first suitor. He looked really annoyed.

I supressed a laugh.

The next suitor left running. Wow. And he looked older than me. I am only 18.

The guard was shaking his head as he watched the last suitor leave. He looked at me as if to say good luck.

I walked in the room politely looking around, I didn't want to look at her yet. I wanted to be polite but I didn't that I would like her at all. I had another back at my home.

My Tanya. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Blonde strawberry hair, baby blue eyes, and tan skin and a beautiful body.

But when I looked at Princess Isabella, all my thoughts of Tanya went away.

She truly was the most beautiful creature. She had cream white skin and was wearing a dress that was almost the same color. Her hair was a sort of Mahogony color brown and she has big chocolate brown eyes that seemmed to never end. I noticed that she was not wearing any make up at all.

Natural beauty, wow. I knew for a fact that Tanya did not have that. She wears pounds of make up.

I smiled politley at er and bowed.

She looked at me, she seemed annoyed. I can imagine, what with all these suitors coming to seek her hand in marriage when they barely know her.

Then I spoke to her in Italian because I wasn't sure if she spoke English. In italian I said, "good evening Princess Is-wait, do you prefer Isabella or Bella?"

It was clear that she didn't like to be called Isabella. It probably felt like someone was yelling at her or something.

that is probably why she did not like the other suitors.

She seemed suprised that I spoke Italian also that I was giving her a choice of name.

She smiled at me and stood, "Bella." she said. Her voice sounded like a bell. Soft yet loud and heard.

She started walking forward.

Her guards followed her, but she put her little hand up and shook her head.

The guard with the blonde hair said, "But Princess Bella-" She shook her head again. The guard was silent and pressed his lips into a line. The bulky one supressed a laugh. The blonde guard looked at him, annoyed. Bella laughed.

Then she started walking to me again, but suddenly she fell foward. She tripped. I caught her before she could fall to the ground. I stood her upright, but I kept my hands on her shoulders, looked her in the eyes and said in English without thinking about it, "Are you alright Princess?"

She seemed sshocked and confused, but then pulled away from me and said in an italian accent, "I am quit fine, thank you, Prince Edward." She sounded irated and had her lower lip sort of sticking out.

But I was more focused on the fact that she new English. That we could speak to each other in both languages.

I smiled at her and said with more humor to try and get her to laugh or at least smile, "Well thank the lord."

She tried to hide her smile by biting her lower lip. Her sherry red lip. It was amazing how easily that distracted me. "Yes, yes it is."

Then she had a serious face on. "How old are you?" she asked, no demanded. My age did not seem to interest her, but she wanted to know just the same.

"I just turned 18 in June." Might as well as said that before she could ask.

She nodded, seeming to think of a new question. "Well, first of all, why are you here?"

Her guards were shocked by her question showing that she had never asked any other suitor this question.

I, too, was shocked. No one had ever asked me that either.

I didn't say anything at first. She smirked and turned to go sit in her chair. Her throne.

I grabbed her writs. I did not know why, but I did. And she turned her head to lookat me in shock. "Well, first of all, I came to meet you." I smiled a crooked sort of smile and her eyes went bigger. "Second, I wasn't here by choice." My voice sounded irrated and upset because she made me seem like I was only here for her family crown. I was about to say something else, but she lifted her hand again to silence me and said, "You can go noe."

She pulled her arm away, turned on her heels and went to her seat.

I stood there.

She noticed I was still there, "I said that you can leave now, the servants outsude will show you to your room until you are ready to leave." Then she mumbled, "He is just like the others."

I was furious. Not just by her last comment, but the fact that she dismissed me. ME! I was never dismissed.

My temper got the best of me, "Excuse me? I am dismissed? I don't think so. Just because you are in your home and you think you are everything, and are better then everyone else, does not me you get to dimiss people from your presence. You do not have the right to tell people what to do!" I was glad to get it out. But then I saw her guards faces. They were angry. No doubt because I insulted there Princess and future Queen.

"Now listen here-" The bulky man was about to talk but again the Princess lifted her hand shook her and he was silently fuming.

She just sat theere and looked at me for a minute then she said in a quiet voice, "You don't know me at all. And yes I do have a right to tell people who I didn't welcome here to leave. The only why you suitors are here is because my mother sent for you." Oh... "and that was two days ago that you recieved the invite, am I correct?" I was silent. "I am assuming that you think my father passed away at least a month agao right?" I she reading my mind? "He died only four days ago. So forgive me for not wanting people who I do not know around me, Prince Edward. Now as I said before, you may go."

I left this time, feeling like an idiot.

I had to hand it to her, if my dad had died four days ago I would not be able to be in the same room as others. Ugh I feel horrible now.

I was going to have to make it up to her now.

A/N: LOL I know it isn't great, but it was something to do. I couldn't think of any chapters for my other stories so I just decided to write a new one. Review if you dar lol.

Thanks for reading!

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