Princess Isabella stepped off the airplane and attempted to shake the wrinkles out of her now crumpled traveling suit. Her cousins Count Jasper and Countess Rosalie Hale stepped out behind her. Isabella had fled her now communist country of Italy to the shelter of her cousins home in Austria. The war had most unfortunately spread to Austria and only the three teens and their younger siblings managed to make it out alive. She missed her parents, but was glad that they had thought to drag her younger sister Rene and older brother Charlie out behind them. Count Hale and been able to contact family friends in America, from England where they had managed to take temporary shelter with their aunt many times removed who was Queen of England.

Now they were here in America, but Isabella wasn't used to the informality that she was now treated with. Her family had owned many airplanes and boats and trains and automobiles, she simply wasn't used to riding with people of the working class. Rosalie and Jasper still treated her with the respect that she required, still her closest friends, but walking far enough behind her and her siblings as to show their rank. Isabella was nowhere near ready for the greeting that followed.

"You must be Isabella!" a grinning woman said enthusiastically as she hugged her, "My name is Esme Cullen."

Rosalie, Jasper, Charlie and Rene looked properly appalled, a commoner hugging the Princess and forgetting her title.

"You forget madam that the Princess far outranks you and demands the respect that is required of her position!" Rosalie snidely told the woman as she tossed her golden hair behind her.

A large group had gathered behind Esme, consisting of a tall man whose blonde hair was starting to go gray, two younger men (one of whom was husky looking, the other taller with long reddish-gold wavy hair) and a young woman (very petite with a feathery hairstyle).

"I appologize to the Princess," Esme added almost sarcastically, "May I introduce to you my family. This is my husband Carlisle, my sons Emmett and Edward and my daughter Alice."

They all stood respectfully nodding at the Princess and her family. Isabella couldn't help but notice how bored the two young men looked and how excited their sister looked.

"Edward and Emmett can take your bags to the car," Carlisle told the group, "We know that our home is not what you have been accustomed to, but as your hosts we hope that it will at least be comfortable."

Edward and Emmett lifted the few bags and led the royals out to their automobile. The family had been forced to leave their belongings in Austria when they fled and everything that they had managed to grab fit into 2 trunks, their aunt had given them some clothes that fit into another. Isabella couldn't help noticing how Emmett kept glancing at Rosalie, who was a very attractive young woman. Before the war, Rosalie had been most unhappily engaged to a duke, whom they happily called Duke Chubby-Cheeks after his very large, very red cheeks.

Edward POV

The entire family of nobles stepped off the plane and Esme…er mom ran up to them and immediately hugged the very royal looking girl who led the procession. I saw her stiffen and a disgusted look crept onto her face, making her seem haughty and stuck-up. I really disliked the girl. She could be pretty, I added without even meaning to, if she pulled her long brown hair down from the severe bun that sat at the nape of her neck. Her pale skin and brown eyes would look pretty if she wasn't so prim and maybe a bit more laid back.

My brother Emmett's breath caught as the blonde girl tossed her hair and spoke with a rude look on her face to my mother. I couldn't see how Emmett could think that snooty girl pretty. The rest of our family approached and I noticed how stuck-up they all looked. If they weren't homeless and orphans I'd beg Carlisle to send them home. Emmett and I nodded our introductions and lifted their few bags to take to our car. Carlisle, my father, was a doctor at the hospital in the small town of Forks, Washington where we all lived. He could have had a better paying job at some bigger hospitals, but he chose to stay in Forks where he had been born and because he really liked the genuine people in the town. Dad made a pretty decent salary, we lived in a relatively large home with nice things and we were making it through the Depression pretty well. I also knew that our home had nothing on the castle that Princess Isabella and her family were accustomed to. It didn't matter to me what they thought, I hated the Princess and her snobby family!