AN: This is my first fanfic, so just keep that in mind. I don't mind criticism at all, it helps me write better. I love reviews! (Who doesn't?)

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Warning: The beginning chapters will be short…I will try to make them longer as I go on…

Chapter 1

"Isabella!" I groaned and lifted myself and my huge night gown off my royal bed.

"Yes?"

"There is a visitor here! Hurry up and get changed! You should have been up three hours ago! I'm sending a maid up!"

"Ugghhh…." I hated living in a royal palace with my new father King Phil and my mother Renee. I grew up being a poor peasant and living with my father Charlie and my mother Renee in a town called Forks, Washington, but Renee divorced Charlie and married Phil, who was a prince in Jacksonville, Florida. He is now king and my mother is now the queen, which left me as a princess. My mother would not let me live with Charlie no matter how much I begged since I was the age of 18 and I had to be married this year before I reached my 19th birthday. My mother dreamed that I would be the next queen.

I heard a soft knock at my door.

"Yes?"

"Princess Isabella, your mother sent me up here to help you get dressed. It is your maid Angela."

"Please just call me Bella, and come on in."

Angela opened the door and quickly shut it. She ran over to me and her face showed pain. I could tell something devastating happened.

"Angela? What's wrong?"

"My…my…my father…he just…died…last night…" She sobbed. I went over to her and hugged her. She was my favorite maid and the closest person to a friend that I had in these dull castle walls.

"Angela, I want you to go home for a while. Be with your family. Come back when you want to, okay?"

"Are you sure, Bella?"

"Positive."

"Thank you." With that she walked out of my room and sped away towards her home. I sighed. I had to get dressed now. I walked over to my enormous closet and found a simple red dress. It was long and needed a corset, but it was one of my most comfortable dresses. It had medium length cuffed sleeves, and it flared out at the bottom. It was a satin red. It also had short red, satin gloves to cover up my bitten nails.

I quickly changed out of my nightgown and threw on my corset and my dress. I brushed out my long brown hair and put it up in a tight and elegant bun that my mother always complemented me on. I put on a red ruby necklace and didn't even bother with make-up. I felt make-up was completely useless.

I found my red shoes hidden in the back of my closet, and I raced out of my room. I lifted my dress to not tear it, and I sped down the beautiful spiral staircase. I rushed down the marble stairs and caught myself on the stairs as I felt myself loose my balance.

"Bella! Are you coming?"

"Yes mother! I am coming down the staircase. Where shall I meet you?"

"In the tea room dear!" She called to me.

I made it down the stairs and walked over to the tea room next to our dining room. I saw my mother, Phil, and another man sitting in our delicately sewn couches with flower patterns all over them. I sat down on one of the couches immediately.

"Isabella?"

"Yes."

"This is Sir Michael Newton. He is one of your suitors." Phil told me. I studied Michael well. He had a face that was rounded and reminded me of a little boy, and he had blonde hair. He looked younger than 18 since he looked so boyish.

Michael took came over to me and took my hand in his. He raised it to his mouth and kissed my hand.

"It is very nice to meet you Isabella. And you look stunning."

I just smiled, nodded, and blushed in reply. Mike sat down next to me and my mother handed me a cup of tea. I sipped it quietly and quickly so I could go and hide in my room. I hated the idea of being married to a man I didn't fall in love with. It annoyed me to no end.

I gazed around the room completely ignoring my parent's conversation with Mike. I looked and studied the dull off-white walls with our family portrait hanging up. It was taken when I was 14, and when my mother brought me here.

"Isabella!" I snapped out of my gaze and looked at my mother.

"Yes?"

"Michael is leaving."

"It was very nice meeting you Michael." I told him, even though I didn't really enjoy it.

"It was very nice to meet you too Isabella." He kissed my hand and walked out to his carriage. I sighed in relief.

"Isabella!" My mother yelled at me when Mike was out of the door.

"What?"

"When are you ever going to take this marriage business seriously?"

"When I fall in love!" I yelled at her. I ran up to my room, leaving my mother and Phil stunned. I scurried around my room and I found my suitcase from when I moved here when I was 14. I stuffed some of my casual dresses and necessary accessories into it. I changed out of my red, satin dress and threw on a slightly torn cotton one that I was never to wear in public. I took out my tight bun and put it into a messy bun. I found a piece of paper and wrote my parents a short note telling them where I was going.

Renee and Phil,

I am going to live with Charlie for a little while. I just need a break from this life so I can appreciate all I have when I get back. Maybe I will find a nice guy over there, but I doubt it. Don't worry about me, I will be fine.

Love you,

Bella

I left it on my nightstand and ran down the stairs one last time with my suitcase. I flung open the big oak doors and I ran down the long driveway to my horse. I reached the horse stable where she was kept and I quickly put her saddle on her sleek black body and her halter in her black mane. I swung myself up and put my feet in the stirrups. I attached my suitcase to the back of the saddle and I ran off to go to Charlie's.