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CHAPTER 1:
"Bells, are you sure you want to do this?"
"Dad, it's not like I'm joining a cult or a mafia mob or something, I'm just moving away to work" he grumbled quietly and I sighed "Dad, we've been over this already. I got a job in Andorra covering the Royal Family. I couldn't let that opportunity pass by"
"You had a job here…"
"Yeah, I had a crappy job here. I wrote wedding announcements and obituaries!"
"Yeah, but…"
"Dad, please. Don't make me feel bad about this. This was a great opportunity and, let's face it: the money won't be too bad either"
"Okay you're right about that. But you'll be all alone there…"
"Not exactly true, Alice will be moving in some time in the next couple of weeks"
Charlie grumbled but let me take the rest of my bags out of the police cruise and looked at me in the eye "I just… I'm gonna miss you so much, Bells"
My eyes welled up with tears "I'm gonna miss you too, Dad. So much. I'm expecting you there for the holidays, though"
"As soon as possible, honey. I promise"
We hugged briefly and then I went to the gate to board my plane. After all, this was a new beginning.
As soon as I stepped out of the airport I knew I made the right decision coming here. The sun was shining bright on the sky and the breeze was warm and perfect. That was one of the things I didn't like about Washington. A car was waiting for me at the parking lot, a guy dressed with a suit and a hat holding a 'Ms. Swan' sign beside it was standing peacefully there. I went his way and the guy smiled at me.
"Are you Ms. Swan?" he had a set of pretty blue eyes and a nice smile
"Yes, that would be me" I said, while trying to jungle my things without breaking an arm.
"Good. I'm Michael Newton; I'm the chauffeur for the press office dedicated to the Royal Family. I'm going to take you to your house and everywhere you need me to until you get your permissions later today, Ms. Swan"
"Great, but please call me Bella." He kept smiling at me. And it was getting a little weird. But my clumsiness made an appearance and I dropped every single one of my bags, hitting him on the foot with one of them. He yelped and I cringed "Oh, God. I'm so sorry, Mr. Newton. I'm the world's most clumsy person ever!"
He picked my bags while trying not to grimace "It's okay. Happens every time"
I smiled and went inside the car when he opened the door for me. Great Bella. Starting with the right foot… Michael's right foot to be exact!
The house was breathtaking. Huge windows and open spaces. A huge backyard with a swimming pool YAY! And as soon as I got to my bedroom, I gasped because it was huge but also had a great view of a lake not very far away from home. Michael helped me get my bags from the car to my new room probably to save his foot and told me my boss would be waiting for me at the office.
I knew the office was on the outer side of the palace, but it was huge. I entered the building and a receptionist told me where to go to find my new boss. I studied journalism at U-Dub and had a master in public relations. Because I wanted to write about places and travels and exotic journeys around the earth, I ended up writing wedding announcements and obituaries for The Seattle Tribune. Let's just say I wasn't enjoying my time there. So, when I saw online that the Royal Palace in Andorra wanted a journalist to keep track of the public appearance of the Princes and someone to write public statements, I went for it. I honestly didn't thought I could get it, but a couple of days later they made me do an interview via Skype and a few days later I got the notification that I got the job.
My boss, Zafrina, was a woman with a really polished look and a hard face. She basically told me that I was to work directly with the Princes and to keep track of their schedules and public appearances, especially Prince Emmett since he was the oldest and the one that took most of the responsibility for making appearances for the Royal Family.
"So, I'm gonna be working with the future King of Andorra…" I mused out loud and Zafrina turned to look at me.
"Prince Emmett abdicated his right to the throne a couple of years ago" she responded and I stood there with my mouth open until she continued "Before you ask, he did it for love. He wanted to marry a commoner from England that he met in college. The law forbids to include commoners into the line to the throne so Emmett abdicated to have the chance to marry his sweetheart"
I didn't know if I should swoon but I kind of did anyway. "So if he's not longer in the line to the throne… who is?"
"His younger brother, Prince Edward. He got the responsibility even now" Zafrina sighed and looked outside the window with a sad face "Poor kid; he didn't know what would happen to him after he said yes to his brother"
"Kid? How old is Prince Edward?" Gosh, I need to read… A LOT!
"He's turning 25 in a month. Emmett is 29" Zafrina looked at me again and recovered her business façade "You need to do some research, young lady"
"Yes, I know. I read about King Carlisle and Queen Esme but there's not much information available about the Princes"
"And let's hope it stays that way. I'm gonna give you classified information so you have the correct info when you start here on Monday" I nodded and grabbed the manila folders she offered "How's your Spanish, by the way?"
"Basic and sometimes mediocre, but I understand some of it and can translate it in need" I took French in school and now regret it.
"We will help with that, too. A quick online course will help you with your Spanish" she then handled me an envelope "There are your documents. Your work permit, your authorization to enter Palace's grounds and your driver's permit. Keep them with you at all times. I'm gonna ask Michael to take you back to the house since I know your roommate doesn't get here for a few more weeks" I nodded with a smile "Your car will be there in the morning and your groceries too. Do you have any questions?" I shook my head "I will see you on Monday, then. 8 sharp!"
Once home I got settled in front of the window in my room really to report to Charlie and tell him everything. This was the greatest adventure in my life! But before I started a Skype call with my dad, I did a Google search and typed 'Prince Emmett of Andorra' to see if anything new came up. Nope, no new information! Except for the fact that his sweetheart, Rosalie Hale, finished her college degree and now they were all waiting for the date of the Royal Wedding.
I sighed and then typed 'Prince Edward of Andorra' and an article came out about the lack of appearances made in the last few months from the 'Prince of Hearts'.
That was a really bizarre nickname for a young man. I was about to go search for the meaning of it when Charlie's face appeared on my screen. I gave him my whole attention while closing all the tabs and searches I did. I would remember to start all over later…
Somewhere not very far away from Bella's house, a guy kept pacing back and forth, waiting for the door to open while a beautiful blonde girl and a stoic blonde boy kept trying to calm him. A man opened the door and said something in Spanish to the guy before he sidestepped him and went to the side of the other half of his life.
He saw him laying there, pale with beads of sweat on his forehead and wanted to cry. His little 'Skyscraper' didn't deserve any of this. He took his hand and the other one smiled painfully while opening his eyes a little bit.
"You're going to be okay, Skyscraper"
"I'm sorry, Turtle. I'm going to be better at cricket next time, I promise" he said while closing his eyes and letting the meds act to make him sleep.
Their father was watching them with a frown on his face. The guy looked at him "It was all my fault, I should have known…"
"Never mind today. He's going to be okay by this time tomorrow. But think about this: was it worth it?"
"Worth it? What are you talking about?"
"Worth putting him through this…" his father patted his shoulder and left, knowing he would keep thinking about his words for the rest of the night.
AN: New story. Royalward... and Journalisella? Well, you get it. Let me know if you guys would want this to continue and I'll try to bring something more soon...
BTW, thanks to snoopylover60 for reading this before I posted it and giving me her opinion! ;)