Hello my lovely readers :). Hope you like this chapter!!!! Set in about 1700s in England. I think Bella is European probably Spanish, but she definitely has good English. Not really historic I only own the timemachine not the characters who belong to Meyer :)

I couldn't believe it. My worst nightmare. They'd promised me never. I believed in true love and falling in love; I couldn't be stuck in a loveless, passionless, arranged marriage. This must not be real.

"I'm so sorry, darling" Mother cooed. "Do it for your country. We need this alliance. The role of a princess is great-your people need you to do this."

They refused to listen and told me that I would be leaving the following morning to marry the Crown Prince of England...Edward. 'He might not be that bad. You don't know,' I tried to persuade myself. But my gut said 'No, this is bad' and I prayed to God that he would take me out of this nightmare.

I did not sleep. My luggage was packed and I knew that I wouldn't be sleeping in this room again for a very long time, if ever, so I could not sleep. I was taking in every aspect of my room, trying to comprehend that fact that I would not be looking up at this ceiling tomorrow night. That in just over a week I would be a married women in a foreign land, married to a man whom I had never even seen. This thought sent another wave of emotions over me: fear, worry, and pain at the loss of my freedom; however, finally the emotions became too much and unconsciousness took over.

I stepped into the carriage and took one final look around at my beautiful home and country which I would soon leave behind. I tried to absorb everything with all my senses so that I would remember this moment for eternity.

I could not even look at my parents until I was in the carriage, but when I did, a tear fell on my cheek. My beautiful family was standing there and I new that I would miss them so much. I had hugged my brothers and told them to be good, though this was unlikely. As I got in the carriage to begin my journey, I saw them all shed tears, and this caused me to sob. I had never seen my father, King Charlie, cry.

My beautiful country went past me--the hills, the trees, and the grassy meadows covered in a sprinkle of morning dew. The people all stopped and stared at the royal carriage and all I could do was weep some more, for they looked truly grateful. I was hit with a wave of determination. I could do this; although things looked bleak from every direction and I could not cope, I would just remember these faces and remind myself. I was honoured to be of service to my country. If this was all I could do to bring back peace and prosperity, then it was a small sacrifice. With this revelation in my heart, I began to relax and I drifted to sleep.

I awoke as the carriage pulled up to the coast. There was a vast ship, with sails buffeting in the wind, floating on the sea. The sunlight danced on the water as it shone through the clouds and the boat rocked on the waves. It was a beautiful day for sailing. This was a blessing, for I was not sure my stomach would hold out in a storm.

As we set sail, I waved a final good bye to my lands and, although we had passed through many regions, I felt the water represented a disconnection. I turned around and got ready to face my new life.

After many days, the boat raced towards the shore and I began to make out the beauties of this island. It was not so different from my homeland. The sun was now beaming brightly in the sky and I raised my face to feel its warmth. I felt surprisingly at ease and let out a sigh. So far so good. I had not become sea-sick and it was a beautiful day, so maybe, just maybe, this might be a sign that things will be all right.

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