Chapter 1: Miss Lebădă


Hey guys I am so sorry that I haven't posted for a while, school and life just caught up with me and I let my writing slip. I have also been struggling to write for a while…apart from the occasional poem or odd story paragraph that doesn't fit. For now I am taking a look at my other stories and fixing them up hopefully gaining some inspiration in the process. I would like to thank you all for the reviews that you have blessed my story with. It has giving a lot of ideas. I do apologise if I made Bella out to be this amazing character I am trying to fix her as I write. I have decided to re-write the entire story. So I hope you enjoy the changes


Chapter 1: Miss Lebădă

(Isabelle, other vampires, thoughts, other language not spoken, [translation])

Isabelle's POV

Heels clicked loudly on the stones that made up the structure of the castle. A young girl no more than 18 winters old walked determinedly down with cold passageways. Tapestries swayed silently as she walked past, the dim candle light lighting the passage was the only thing that light up her mood. She walked past guards who gasped in surprise at seeing her. She thought that everyone in the lad would have been accustomed to seeing her features – her 5ft stature, with long black hair that reaches just below her knees, skin as pale as ivory, lips as red as blood, however, it was her eyes that were the most unusual thing about her one eye was Caribbean blue and the other was chocolate-brown –. The people had taken to calling her 'Drottning Snjó [Queen of the snow] ' for her appearance was one that could rival the very snow itself for its beauty.

After minuets of walking down the cold, dim passageways the girl stopped in front of a large ornate door that had told a story of a great battle. She raised her slender arm and knocked against the heavy door, waiting for a response. After another minute there was a quite response and she slowly entered the room.

A man and a woman occupied the room. The man had long brown hair – part of it clipped up in a topknot style –, a tanned complexion that told he tried to spend most of his time out side of the walls of the castle, his facial features were soft his lips full, nose rounded and his eyes were the warmest melted chocolate colour inviting people to come and talk not matter the situation. The woman had long black hair that stopped just below her shoulders; she was petite with the same tanned complexion as the male she was seated next to but it was her electric blue eyes that turned heads and pulled people in like a snake pulls in their prey. They were seated close together hands clasped as they whispered to each other, the casual scene so intimate that it would make any on looker feel uncomfortable. They both looked up as the girl eased her way into the room.

When the girl entered the room fully the atmosphere changed, the man and woman tensed as if preparing them selves for the worst. The girl bowed to older couple and took a seat across from them. While she gathered her words the young girl let her eyes dart around the warm room. The room was a small office illuminated by candles it was done in all different types of reds that some how made the room brighter than is already was. Finally after a few minutes had passed she seemed to have gathered her thoughts and proceeded to look the couple in the eye. The girl steeled her shoulders and folded her hands together.

"Móðir, faðir ég hef eitthvað að spyrja ykkur. [Mother, Father I have something to ask of you.]"

The couple looked to each other and nodded to the girl to continue. When she didn't her father spoke softly, using words of encouragement to make her feel more at ease.

"Hvað er það Isabel? [What is it Isabel?] "

The girl – Isabel – took a deep breath, attempting to calm her nerves. Another couple of minutes passed before the girl spoke again.

"Móðir, faðir Mig langar að ferðast um heiminn. Ég er þreyttur á að geta ekki skilið veggi kastalans er. Ég vil læra nýja hluti og vera fær um að velja eigin leið mína. Allt sem ég þarf er þitt leyfi til að yfirgefa þennan stað, gefa mér tíma til að finna sjálf mitt áður en ég verð að taka um ríkið. Ég bið þig vinsamlegast að íhuga þetta. [Mother, Father I want to travel the world. I am tired of not being able to leave the castle's walls. I want to learn new things and be able to choose my own path. All I need is your permission to leave this place, give me time to find my self before I have to take of the kingdom. I beg you please consider this.]"

The silence was maddening, it filled up the room to such an extent that if there were any ants in that room you would be able to here the tiny pitter patter of their feet. The tension was so think that you could cut through it with a dull knife. The adults looked to each other with wide eyes, they had no clue that this would be something that they would have to deal with. They were under the impression that their daughter was happy with in the castle walls…this apparently was not the case. They turned back to the Isabel, serious expressions marrying their faces. Her mother spoke this time her voice soft as silk as she spoke.

"Ég hélt að þú værir ánægður hérna elskan. Af hverju gerði þetta koma um allt í einu?[I thought you were happy here darling. Why did this come about all of a sudden?]"

Isabel took another deep breath; this was going to be harder than she thought. She took a minute to gather her thoughts once again. The last thing she wanted to do was up set her parents'.

"Ég er ánægður hér, en ég hef aldrei skilið kastala hliðin, aldrei haft tækifæri til að lifa lífi mínu og kanna heimurinn. Allt sem ég vil gera er að ferðast og læra mismunandi hefðir í heiminum, eitthvað sem ég get koma aftur að ríki. Vinsamlegast íhuga þetta fyrir mig. [I am happy here, but I have never left the castle gates, never had the opportunity to live out my life and explore the world. All I want to do is travel and learn the different traditions of the world, something that I can bring back to the kingdom. Please consider this for me.]"

Her parents took a deep breath. They had to see how far she truly wanted to go. They wanted her to have the love that they had found at such a tender age. They wanted her to have the freedom, knowledge and passion that they had to rule their kingdom. If that meant that they had to allow her to do some exploring and self-searching then so be it.

"Ef það er það sem þú þarft. Þá móðir þín og ég skal styðja þig í ferðalagi þínu. Þó við höfum skilyrði 1. Þú hefur aðeins þrjú ár til að ferðast áður en við afhenda kórónuna yfir yður, 2. Þegar þú kemur aftur verður þú að hafa fundið manninn sem er vert úrskurði hlið og 3. Þú verður að vera örugg á öllum tímum , við viljum að þú að hafa vörður eigin vali við hlið á öllum tímum. Ef þú fylgir þessum skilyrðum þá getur þú farið. [If that is what you need. Then your mother and I shall support you in your journey. However we do have conditions, 1st You have only three years to travel before we hand the crown over to you, 2nd When you return you must have found a husband that is worthy of ruling by your side and 3rd You must remain safe at all times, we want you to have a guard of your choice by your side at all times. If you follow these conditions then you may go.]"

Isabel blinked; she thought that she would have to fight more. She had no idea that her parents would even humour the idea let alone allow her to go through with it. The tension in the room melted away and postures relaxed again. Isabel gracefully stood from her seat and caught her parents in a thankful hug; one that expressed every emotion she could not voice. Her parents hugged her back with equal favour, as if she would disappear without a trace if they released her from their grasp.

After a few more moments of soaking up the love that was flowing between the small family Isabel untangled herself from her parents embrace, bowed once more and moved towards the door slowly making her exit. However as soon as her hand touched the door nob her mothers voice rang out across the small study.

"Ó kæri ég gleymdi að nefna. Næst þegar þú ákveður á að gera líf breyta ákvörðun vinsamlegast gera það viku eða tvær áður en þú ráð fyrir brottför ... ekki daginn áður.[Oh dear I forgot to mention. Next time you decide on making a life altering decision please do it a week or two before you are scheduled for departure…not the day before.]"

Isabel turned around so quickly that she made herself dizzy. She had no idea how her mother knew about what she had already planned, but this was her mother she had ears and eyes all over the land. The information would have gotten to her some how whether it be by her or by someone else. Her cheeks turned a deep rosy red colour that travelled all the way down her neck. She had been found out, she would have to try better next time.

"Móður auðvitað, það mun ekki gerast aftur. [Of course mother, it will not happen again.]"

Isabel winked at her mother and exited the room. Once the door had closed the couple resumed their previous position and began talking. The woman spoke to the man in hushed tones as if afraid of wondering ears.

"Telur þú að við höfum gert rétt ákvörðun Marcus ástina mína? [Do you think we have made the right decision Marcus my love?]"

The man sighed and looked at the woman with such deviation that others would have felt unworthy of what they were witnessing. He turned the woman's hands over in his and placed soft kisses on her knuckles. He took a deep breath and spoke in an equally hushed tone.

"Ég veit ekki kæri minn, allt sem við getum gert er að vona að hún kýs hægri hluta. Það er allt sem við getum gert Didyme mína. [I do not know my lovely; all we can do is hope that she chooses the right part. That is all we can do my Didyme.]"

With that the couple embraced each other and sunk back into their own little world.


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Isabel stood at the foot of the ramp that lead to the boat. Her guard who was also doing a perimeter check on the ships deck had already taken up her luggage. Her mother and father were looking at her, tears gathering in their eyes. They held each other as if their entire world was coming to an end. Isabel couldn't stand the sight so she picked up her long blue skirts that made up her layered silk dress, a goodbye present from her mother, it was a beautiful silk dress with five layers of skirt and a beautiful bodice with intricate patterns sewn into it (It was simply stunning); she then embraced her parents for the last time until her three years was up. That was all it took for her parents too loose all composure and the family broke down in tears.

After a few minutes of simply holding each other Isabel pulled away, kissed both her parents on the cheek and moved back towards the ramp. The guard came back from inspecting the ship he bowed at Isabel's parents gave his report to them while she went on board. Talking in hushed tones so as to not alarm Isabel he presented his report to her parents.

"Majesties þín, skipið er örugg og áhöfnin hefur verið vegar valinn af Elite vörður. Hún hátign hennar mun vera öruggur í umönnun mína sem hún fer [Your majesties, the vessel is secure and the crew has been hand picked by the elite guard. She her highness will be safe in my care as she travels]"

The couple nodded to each other. They turned back to the guard and Marcus gave one final instruction as the whistle blew for passengers to board.

"Þakka þér Aro, það er allt sem við biðjum. Isabel er tilfinning eins og ef hún er læst í gylltan búr. Mér finnst eins og ef síðasta bréf sem hún fékk frá bestu vinkonu sinni Caius frá fremstu línu er það sem hún hugur hennar. Hennar eini vinur er að finna líf fyrir sjálfan sig og berjast fyrir skoðunum sínum á meðan hún var læst í burtu. Kannski er þetta það sem hún þarf. Vinsamlegast þó Aro, það eru margir í landinu sem óska eftir að koma mein hennar eða nýta hana svo að þeir geti verið inline fyrir kórónu, tryggja öryggi hennar eða það er þú sem þyrftir að takast á við reiði Caius. [Thank you Aro, it is all we ask. Isabel is feeling as if she is locked in a gilded cage. I feel as if the last letter she received from her best friend Caius from the front line is what she her mind. Her only friend is finding a life for himself and fighting for his beliefs while she was locked away. Perhaps this is what she needs. Please though Aro, there are many throughout the land that wish to bring her harm or take advantage of her so that they can be inline for the crown, ensure her safety or it is you who would have to face the wrath of Caius.]"

Aro nodded and bowed one last time before marching towards the ship. The Royal couple took one last look at the ship with their daughter at the bow[1] of the ship, her hair being picked up by the seas winds, and smiled a sad smile knowing that she will always be with them. With that they climbed into their carriage and headed back to the castle.

Isabel looked back at her parents retreating carriage, tears streaming down her face. She was sure that this was the correct decision, Caius was making a man of himself, serving his kingdom all she wanted to do was find herself before she had to take on her responsibilities as princess then queen. It was just a few years that are all she needed.

With that she looked forward into the horizon and was able to catch a glimpse of her future, if only a small glimpse where she was happy and so was everyone around her.

That is all she needed to steel her resolve and continue with her journey.

Life was going to get interesting for the next few years.


All right guys this is the first re-write of the chapter, I felt as if the original was quite fast passed and was lacking in the necessary background info to create a solid story. Hopefully you like this one better

Please review and feel free to PM me if you have any queries and ideas. Thank you so so much for following this story and I am truly sorry that I have been so blasé on my writing.


[1] The bow is the front of the ship.