Halfway Through the Night

Full Summary :Princess Isabella Swan was only 17 when her father was killed in battle, and now she has to face the horrors of fighting back for her country.. while trapped in England. But when she meets Edward, will he change everything? Responsible for her fathers death, and her country's poverty, Bella should loathe him. Right? But unfortunately for Bella, it doesn't work that way. Now she has to face the consequences of falling in love with the Prince of England. Does her people come first? Or will her own desires manage to get in the way? AH ExB

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Prologue

Have you ever seen the slaughtered bodies of your own people –people that you could have prevented from being murdered, if you had rebelled against your father's orders, and fought for your country, which was your duty?

Have you ever heard the cries and screams of mothers and infants alike as they witnessed their family members being slain to the ground, the life draining out of them as soon as the sword penetrated their skin?

Have you ever seen the blood spilt everywhere, both your allies and enemies alike, mixing, so it was impossible to tell whom it belonged too?

Have you ever cried at night in a foreign country, wondering what your brother was up too and how he was coping?

Have you ever watched as the English took over your country and leave it complete and utter turmoil? The crops were destroyed, severe flooding and shortage of food because all trade had been stopped, due to your love's orders?

Have you ever felt so head over heels in love with someone, whilst all the time knowing that if you married him or revealed your love for him, all of your country would turn their backs on you, but at the same time not wanting to lose them either?

Well think about it, have you?

The answer to that is probably no. I mean if you have, then you obviously understand how hard it has been for me these past few weeks. The echoes of people crying and screaming, haunted my mind still –they had all counted on me, some may still, but I had let them all down and let myself be captured and taken to England.

But in my heart, that counted as a good thing. If that hadn't happened I would never have met Edward –my soul mate, my other half.

However, if I hadn't met Edward and if I had listened to Quil's instructions, I wouldn't be risking my life here to get back over the channel to France. I had to help them, they deserved much more than what they were enduring right now. How on earth they had expected me –a spoilt, little, rich Princess to help them was beyond me, but I had learnt so much lately that had made me into a much stronger person, hopefully one that could lead us to freedom.

But as people say, I have made my bed and now I have to lie in it. In other words, I let my people suffer and now I was going to have to go back, face the wrath of most of them and help them gain what was rightfully ours.

I kept my head down and watched the ground as I made my way through the port, not wanting to be caught or recognised. Of course, part of me wanted to be so that I could stay with Edward and love him for the rest of my life, but I had other obligations to attend to first.

Edward. I winced whenever I thought of his name. He was going to be distraught when he woke up and found that I had disappeared. Especially since we had just spent all night pronouncing our love for each other, I guess that my timing hadn't been so exact and great after all.

He probably would have figured out that I had gone by now, and any moment there would be soldiers swarming around, infesting the port, searching around for me. So I had to make this quick, my escape must happen swift and fast as I needed to be back on my homeland –France, where I rightfully belong.

Because I, Princess Isabella Swan, aged seventeen was going to go back to France and prepare for the greatest battle yet.

That was the battle for love and the battle for freedom.