Second story. First one is L2E, check it out if you are interested. This has been on my mind for a LONG time and I had to write it. Some part of this story is based on a book I have read a long time ago. "Ice Castle"(translated).

Summary: AH-1901.Bella is the only daughter of a prosperous family. She had lived resembling a royalty all her life. What will happen, when all she has known, had been destroyed. She is left on her own. How will she cope? She moves away. To where you'll find out.

Disclaimer: Twilight is for the one and only Stephenie Meyer.

Prologue

"Miss Isabella" was the only coherent word I could hear from the muffled whispers around the house.

I overlooked it and resumed my sleep. I was dreaming of the garden my dad was so fond of. He talked about it when I was just a little girl.

He told me the garden was enchanted. He promised that he would take me there someday, take me to the place he was born. England.

I have dreamed about this place many times.

Though this time, when I was passing through the garden I realized that it was filled with red roses. I wanted to pick one up and put it in my hair. I know I won't be able to do that because Jasper isn't there to pick the flower for me. He never let me pick one before because "my soft hands would get scratches all over them" as he would put it.

I tell myself that I can do this on my own; I don't need my older brother to aid me for a simple task as this one. I pick a rose and its thorns slice through one of my finger tips.

Reflexively I draw my hand back, and put my injured finger in my mouth. Reminding myself that my brother had been right, I should always let him pick a flower for me.

I hate the smell of blood it makes me queasy, even in my dreams. So I drop my hand and carry on to walk through the garden.

"Miss Isabella is severely ill Sir, I'm afraid you'll have to be patient." My nurse told someone, but it was loud enough to awaken me.

I grumbled they all knew better to wake me up in this state.

I had a serious illness and they were all aware of that. My parents have left them lucid instruction on how to take care of me; however, they were following them rather poorly. I without a doubt remember that the first thing my father told them was to never wake me up and let me rest, even if it's for the whole day.

I bid myself to inform my parents about their lack of performance.

"We need to talk to her at this instant" I didn't recognize the guest's voice, but I assumed by her he meant me since I was the lady of the mansion.

I was temporarily staying in one of the guest rooms downstairs; my father didn't think it was wise for me to sleep in my room which is farther away from both the maids and the nurse's room.

I put on a robe and walked out of the room. From how close their voices seemed to be I knew that the guest was standing at the door so I made my way to the front door of the mansion. My mother would distress if she saw me look this UN-lady like. I couldn't be bothered, I was annoyed. I just wanted to get this over with, whatever it was, and go back to sleep.

I wanted to dream of the garden again. Thinking about it made me miss my parents and brother less.

I reached the door. I saw our doorman blocking the guest's entrance. I guess they have already thrown him out. I twirled around, I would have run to my room, but my nurse's voice interrupted that idea.

"Miss Isabella you know you should be resting, what are you doing here?"

I huffed, and scolded myself in my head. A lady never huffs. I turned to her about to answer her pleasantly, when the stranger's voice came through the door.

"Miss Cullen I have news for you, please let me in."

"Open the door Michael." I ordered the door man.

He complied without any hesitation.

The stranger looked exhausted and frenzied. He wasn't a young man. I would call him middle age maybe.

"Umm…I h-have terrible n-news.." he stuttered.

I'm sure I had never looked more puzzled in my life than now. I didn't interrupt; merely because there wasn't any word I could find to respond to him.

"Y-your parents and brother…they were good people…and they're…" He didn't need to finish because I know what he meant.

They are gone. Forever.

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