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I do not own Twilight or anything related to it. It belongs solely to Stephenie Meyer.

Hello Readers,

This is my first story so I hope you enjoy it. To fully enjoy my story, you will have to let go of reality and just believe the unbelievable. One last thing, I love romantic vampire stories, but the vampires in my story are not going to be anything like the vampires in Twilight. During this specific chapter I have used .com and .

Musical Fox

Clean Up

Bella Pov.

"Isabella! Isabella! ISABELLA!!!" Renee shouted for me, knowing how much I despised my name and preferred being called Bella. I came up behind her as she continued yelling for me. "Yes mother?" I replied. She turned to me and gasped, "ISABELLA! Where have you been, and what are you wearing. Lauren, go fetch Angela and tell her to clean up Isabella. For goodness' sake, hurry!" She turned back to me and said in a shrill voice, "Isabella, how many times must I tell you this?! Women are meant to wear dresses, not pants!"

Renee is the queen of Sielu and also my mother. She is 5'4". She always wears her corset too tight so that she almost looks anorexic and insists that I do the same. Whenever she is out in public she always presents herself as a formal lady of Sielu. She dresses in her best dress, always with a corset and petticoat underneath, as all women are expected to wear, though personally, I feel as if the petticoat makes the dress look like a circus tent. She always wears a powder on her face to make it as white as snow and she wears a brilliant pink blush on the cheeks and dark blood red lipstick. She has long wavy brown hair that falls elegantly down to the middle of her back and flat brown eyes.

Lauren is her personal servant. She is about 5'5" and looks as skinny as my mother. She has long and dull, straight blonde hair and blue eyes. Her voice is very nasally so that whenever she talks it makes you cringe.

I looked to my mom. "I know, but dresses are not as comfortable. They make me itchy and they are too heavy." She lifted her hand, and before I could react, smacked my face. My head turned to the side from the force of the impact and I quickly felt my temper rise. I gnashed my teeth together and fisted my hands, digging my claws into the soft skin of my palm. Slowly, I turned my head back to my mother. I opened my mouth to give her a piece of my mind, but Angela walked in and I had to swallow my words with great effort. She dipped for a curtsy as my mom started to speak.

"Oh, Angela! Thank heavens you are here! Clean Isabella up and put her in the nicest dress she has. The Toveri are coming today in about an hour and a half, so I want her in the main entrance hall in one hour at the most."

Angela is my personal maid. She has soft hazel eyes with wavy red hair that contains some streaks of grey that is always worn up in a bun. She is about 5'3", speaks very little, and never pries. She is a great listener and gives off useful advice. She's 39, soon to turn 40. (Sometimes I wish that she were my real mother, rather than Renee.)

Angela curtsied again and rushed forwards to me. Putting her hand on my upper back, she herded me away, through the many twists and turns of the castle, to the left wing tower, into my room. Swiftly, she rushed me to the bath where she made me strip and told me to get in. I quietly follow the instructions I was given and am quickly cleaned and washed. Angela took me into the closet afterwards. She started digging through the undergarments drawer. Takes out a lacy petticoat, that I think make my skirts look like an upside down umbrella, she forced it over my head and down to my waist, where it hung. Then, she took out a corset and put it on me, even though I am too skinny for it to have much of an effect, my mom wants me to wear it to get used to it. After that, she took out my pretty midnight blue satin gown with white lace around the collar and cuffs and forced it upon my body. Last, she shoved me through the door, guiding me to the main entrance hall.

Once I reached the main entrance hall I quickly took my place to the left of my mother, who continued to glare down at me. (My mom has despised me since I could remember. She always wanted me to act like a mini her but I am just not that way.) She stood to the left of my father, King Charlie Swan.

He was wearing black slacks and a rich, emerald green shirt. He has dark, thick brown hair and is in the process of growing a goatee. Around his neck is the Sielu pendent. It is golden and on it there is a picture of a cougar peering down from a limb of a birch tree at a wolf down below. It symbolizes that our country will take on any challenge no matter how large.

To his right stood my brother, Emmett. He is eight years old, three years my elder and I can not stand him. He is a constant pain in the neck and also the crown prince of Sielu. He has curly brown hair that falls past his ears. He loves to play pranks and always shows his fangs in the everlasting smirk on his face but when need be, he can be extremely serious.

Mike, our royal advisor, came into the room and bowed deeply to my family. I looked at him with a steady gaze along with the rest of my family as he looked up to see four pairs of golden eyes. He has a stocky build and his fangs were completely contracted. He kept his head bowed slightly and looked up to my dad.

"Speak," Charlie commanded.

"Your highness, the king of Toveri is on the grounds as we speak. He is headed here to meet you. With him he has brought his wife, his daughter, and two sons. They", he was cut off by the opening of the doors behind him.

"Dismissed," my father said sharply. Mike bowed to the king and then the rest of the family and backed himself out of the room.

I looked over and saw a tall blond with a harsh line of a mouth. He was staring intently at me as I quickly looked away. His eyes were frightening. They were a bright crimson, like the rest of his family. They radiated power. He was dressed in black slacks with shoes to match and a black shirt. He also wore his crest off a red and black ribbon with the royal Toveri crest. This was a gold pendant with a lion standing over a tiger, biting its neck in two.

The Toveri kingdom is the most fearsome kingdom of all the vampire countries. The red represents the blood shed to gain their spot and the black is to represent the training and fierceness of the country. The lion represents how they crush anything that stands in their way, no matter how tough the enemy. (Talk about twisted.)

The woman standing directly to his right had kind eyes. She was smiling with her lips shut and had glossy, wavy chocolate hair. (It almost looked like a waterfall of brown satin that fell to her waist.) Her dress was a deep blood red crimson that fanned out below her hips. She had her hand locked around the king's elbow.

To her right was a beautiful blonde. She had her fangs fully extended and wore the expression of what I could only describe as a sneer. How I would love to wipe that off her face. She lifted her chin slightly as if hearing my thoughts and trying to prove a point. Her dress also fanned out from the hips like every other female's does this day and age. It was the color of her mother's dress. It was almost a miniature version.

To the left of the king and also to the left of whom I assumed to be the crown prince, was a blonde boy. He was wearing the crest over his right breast and was wearing a miniature of what his father was wearing. His hair was curly and he wore a malicious look on his face, like he disgusted to be here.

The crown prince was between the king and the blonde boy (I'll nickname him Grumpy for now). He looked to be around my age. His outfit coordinated with the other two men's and he had the Toveri crest pinned to his shirt over his right breast. His hair was an odd shade, bronze, and he was looking straight ahead with a blank look on his face. Then his crimson eyes met mine.

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