I DON'T OWN TWILIGHT,
But I think you all know who does…
Ok I'm not an expert on this certain time period so please to be too surprised if something isn't completely accurate. But this is my story and I'm going to write it as I see fit. Facts don't matter here; you're in my little story.
Summary: Set during the renaissance period Edward Cullen and Isabella Swan are forced into an arranged marriage to stop a war between their family's lands.
Love Is Above All
Now the royal Swan family were sitting together for the first time all day. With the king and queen using time for political discussions, and places they were required to attend, and the princess having to go to classes it was hard schedule to fit time for the family in. But everyday they set aside an hour after dinner to have tea, relax, and chat. If they were lucky sometimes they got to have dinner together, but sometimes they didn't. They king and queen might have to eat out with people they needed to see, or just in their study to think. The princess would always have time though to have dinner in the dining hall with others, or not.
As the Swan family sat down for their evening tea, and family time King Swan was delaying a certain talk with his daughter Princess Isabella. But he knew it was something that had to be done. There was so little time…
The king sat down his tea and began to speak. "Bella dear, your mother and I must talk to you about something very important."
"Of course…" Bella didn't know what to make of this. Her curiosity was getting the best of her as she tipped her head towards her parents, waiting to hear what he had to say.
"Well as we told you last week we have finally ended the war. But the Spain doesn't trust us still since we attacked them. And though we have nothing hiding up our sleeve they need to have the proof that we don't." They hardest part was coming up; King Charles Swan was getting nervous as his eyes dropped. Queen Renee Swan gave his hand a small squeeze of encouragement. She knew of his confidence and bravery in ruling the land and war, but when it came to personal business he became shy and nervous.
"Then we shall give them proof, did they inform you of what they want?" Bella asked.
Renee spoke up for her husband Charles. "You see honey, we don't have any doubts they they'll betray us. So it should be safe over there in their land. And the proof they want will result in one of us going there."
As the man of the family and king he knew it was his job to speak. "Though were sorry to say this, but you'll have to go and stay there Bella."
She was very confused. "What help am I if I go over there. What do they want with me?" Bella never got involved in war; it was not her job as a princess or a lady.
"Marriage is the best and possibly the only proof we have to offer them Bella. It is to be arranged that you will marry one of King Carlisle's sons Prince Edward. We've been told from our allies in other countries that he's a respected gentleman, so you should be fine with him. Either way someone like him is what we would look for in your future husband. He'll be taking the throne soon and you'll be taking your place as his queen of Spain. You have to leave in a couple of days." Kind Charles said in slight authority.
Bella was shocked, she never expected to be negotiated into marriage. She wanted to give her father a piece of her mind, she had so much to tell them she felt dizzy. But it was never anyone's place to talk back to people who were above her. So she tried to hide it from them on how she really felt.
Bella stood from her seat. "Very well. I will start packing for my departure. Goodnight father, mother." She spoke emotionless as she bowed and left the room. Once she turned the corner and was out of their site she began to run to her room as fast as her dress would allow.
Queen Renee was about to go after her, but Charles took her hand to stop her.
"Charles! I'm her mother, and she needs me." She wept to him, trying to get out of his grasp.
"I understand that Renee, but she also needs time. You may go talk to her in the morning."
Renee understood, but was still upset, and her daughter was upset to. Only plenty of times worse.
O.k., story number 2!
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