"Bella, could you go fetch me an apple. I'm starving." The future queen of France, Rosalie Hale, requested.

"Sure sure." I replied.

"Oh and make sure it's red!" She added.

I rolled my eyes and made my way to the kitchen.

My name is Bella Swan. I am seventeen years old and my best friend is a princess that will soon become a queen. Last year King George (Rosalie's farther) wanted a lady in waiting for Rosalie. Of course I was assigned to that job. I am her best friend after all. We knew each other since we were born!

It is a great privilege and honour to be a lady in waiting for Rose, but sometimes she was a pain in the ass.

"Oh Bella get this, get that." "Oh no Bella! Stop! You're doing it wrong!" "Bella you can't do anything right." Ugh! She drives me insane.

Rosalie's mother, Queen Anastasia, died when Rosalie was three years old due to some unknown disease. I was three when it happened. Rosalie and King George were devastated. It took three months for their grieving to be over.

When I was ten years old, my father, Charlie Swan died. My mother, Renee Swan, died when she gave birth to me. Charlie was King George's best friend and when Charlie died King George looked after me. He's my guardian.

"Hey Jake," I said as I walked into the kitchen. Jake is my other best friend. He's twenty years old and he already is the head chef in the palace. I kinda had to persuade King George to let him be though.

"Bella," He greeted. "What did blondie order you to do now?" He asked with a smug on his face.

I chuckled. "She ordered me to get a red apple for her." I replied as I picked up a shiny red apple.

He scoffed. "What's wrong with a green apple?" He said.

I rolled my eyes. "See you later Jake,"

"Bye Bells,"

I made my way back to Rosalie's room and when I opened the door she was sitting down on her huge double king sized bed. She looked like she was in a deep thought.

"Hey Rose," I said.

She didn't reply as she bit her lip. I could sense that something was wrong.

"Rose? Are you okay?" I asked. "I brought you a apple. A red one. Like you said."

"Thanks," She muttered as I handed her the apple.

"Hey what's wrong?" I asked as I sat down next to her.

"Father wants to see me. He said it's important."

"Oh. Rose, what did you do now?"

"Nothing." She answered.

I raised an eyebrow.

"Then... why would he want to -"

Just then the door opened and Maria, king George's maid was standing there.

"Your father would like to see you now." She announced.

Rosalie took in a deep breath. "Bella, come with me." She said. I nodded in response.

We made our ways through the halls to King George's office.

Rosalie knocked on his door. "Come in." a muffled voice said.

Rosalie opened the door and King George was sitting down behind a desk looking at me and the Rose and then back to me again.

"Bella... I only wanted Rose to come." He said.

"I want Bella to stay with me." Rose told him.

He gazed at me for a few seconds and then closed his eyes.

"Okay, take a seat." He ordered us with his light feathery voice.

We sat down opposite him on the brown leather chairs.

He opened his eyes and looked at Rose.

"Rosalie. My beautiful Rosalie." He started.

"Father, what's going on? Is everything okay?"

"Yes. Everything is fine dear, I just..." He huffed. "Rosalie. You're eighteen now. As you know, you have a big future ahead of you. You're going to be queen one day and you need someone by your side. You need a strong and powerful person by your side. Someone who would love you, who would fight for you, who would fight for our country."

Me and Rosalie both gasped. We both knew exactly were this was heading.

"His name is Prince Edward Anthony Cullen. Prince and future king of England."

Jesus Christ. I couldn't even breathe. I've heard of Prince Edward before but I have never seen him. His parents, King Carlisle and Queen Esme are one of the most powerful and richest people on the planet. He is described as the most handsome man that has ever lived! He is nineteen years old and he is the first son of King Carlisle and Queen Esme. His youngest sibling is Princess Alice Brandon Cullen who is sixteen years old and his other sibling is Prince Emmett who is eighteen years old.

Princess Alice is described as a ball of fun and Prince Emmet is described as a huge man that could well be a body builder.

I looked at Rose. Her beautiful features were frozen. He full lips were parted, her piercing blue eyes were wide. Most girls, including myself, envied Rosalie. She was stunning. Anyone who ever set their eyes on her would fall to their knees. Me on the other hand... Brown hair, brown eyes. I was just simply boring.

"Rosalie. He is coming to meet you in three days. He is a good man and I think he would be a great husband for you."

Rosalie gulped.

"Rose. Please. Please make a good impression on him. This 'war' between England and France has been going on for too long. It needs to end. And by you marrying Edward... It will end. Think about the future of our country. The future of our people. If war does actually break out we will surely lose. England are stronger than us. I cannot let that happen. I need you to marry Edward."

Rosalie closed her eyes and took in a deep breath and began nodding.

King George smiled at her.

"That's my girl." He said.

"Are we free to leave now?" Rosalie asked.

King George nodded. Rosalie grabbed my hand and rushed through the hallways to her room. She slammed the door shut and began breathing heavily.

"Is this really happening?!"

"You knew it was going to happen anyway," I shrugged.

"Bella! I can't believe this! Prince Edward Anthony Cullen might be my future husband! Have you heard what a perfect gentleman he is! Have you heard how beautiful he looks!" Rosalie squealed.

"Bella! You have to help me decide what to wear!"

And this is when it all began.