Heyy there. This is the first chapter of my new story. It's not gonna be very long since it's based off of a children's book. It's basically a crossover I guess. So, yeah here we go, hope ya like! Wait, I have to include a new disclaimer since I am including another story, here go's.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, story plot belongs to Margaret Greaves and Bella, Edward, Renee, Charlie, Angela, and Ben belong to Stephenie Meyer. Hope that's good enough!

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I, Isabella Marie Swan, am the youngest princess of my 3 sisters, Marie; the eldest, Lillian; the second-born, and Angela; the third-born daughter of King Charles and Queen Renee Swan. My wonderful parents.

Marie is 20, Lillian 19, and Angela 18 and all are engaged to there true loves. Marie had George, Lillian had Henri, and Angela had Benjamin. I was barely 15 and had no one.

Unlike my hoity-toity sisters, who never lifted a finger for anything, I was independent and always getting into mischief. I remember one day I asked my mother if we could walk into the wild wood that surrounded the palace gardens. She just shook her head no, and told me that they were 'unsafe' and that I could get my dress dirty.

She also told me I must stay and walk in our beautiful garden. I wanted so badly to tell her I would like the garden much better if there was something out of the ordinary, such as a flower that grew between the cracks of the stone, but I never said so.

"Isabella, come down here please." my fathers voice was calling up to me in my bed chamber at the top of the north wing of the palace. I lifted my skirts and ran down the spiraling staircase, tripping twice, to the dining hall where I was needed.

I curtsied to my mother and father then went to sit next to my three sisters and their future husbands. I stared in envy at them, their beautiful faces watching me as I clumsily made my way to my seat.

All three of the were tall and slim with long lustrous golden hair and sparkling jewel blue eyes they inherited from our parents.

Their fiancées were equally handsome, George, age 20, being the most good- looking as he had dark black curls atop his head, striking ice blue eyes, and a kind smile. Put that together with his tall, muscular, but still very handsome body, and you have many jealous noblewomen on your hands.

Henri, also 20, was more average height and lankier than George. He had light brown hair and cool grey eyes, a very strange shade for a man who has lived his entire life here, in Greece.

Ben, 19, was the shortest of the three, barely clearing the top of Angela's head. He had disheveled black hair and brown eyes, his weren't the same as others dark eyed people I met.

Then, there's me. I'm nothing special, just lank brown hair dull brown eyes to match, I felt so out of place, it made me miserable.

Once I sat down my father cleared his throat then began to speak. "As you all know your mother and I aren't going to live forever so we have chosen one of you to be the next queen. Marie, as you are the eldest you shall assume the duty of queen and George will be king." Charlie announced.

"Yay!" I said happily, clapping my hands. They all stared incredulously at me and I ducked my head, blushing. How could they rebuke me? Was it a crime to be happy for my sister, who I loved dearly? Although I was jealous of my sisters' beauty it didn't mean I don't love them. Marie was going to be a great queen, she was so kind and caring to everyone.

Since I was no longer needed I scrambled back to the safety of my room, the highest point in the castle. I sighed in relief after I slammed the thick wooden door shut and sank into my soft bed. My room was my favorite place to be for out of the three large windows that took up the entire back wall I could see three fantastic sights.

From the first window I could see the expansive forest I had asked my mother to visit with it's towering trees and thick wild bushes. From the second window I could see the vast line of mountains I longed to climb up, just to see the other side. How I wished to leave the castle, at least for a day.

In the last window the scene was of the busy village, crowded and noisy, that my family ruled over along with many others. The village was connected to the ocean which shimmered on sunny days, grey on cloudy days, and a thin mist of fog on rainy days.

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A few months after Marie was announced to be the next queen my mother called me to the parlor, saying it was urgent.

"Isabella," she said, "you are almost grown, what are you going to do?" I thought for a moment of my second window in my room before answering.

"I want to climb to the top of the mountains and see what lies on the other side." I told her simply.

"Are you mad?!" she cried, "That is not proper princess behavior, Isabella." Marie sniffed, "There could be vampires or werewolves." Lillian squeaked, "Isabella when will you learn to be a proper princess." Angela scolded.

I sulked back up to my room only to scream and sprint as fast as my legs could carry me back to the parlor.

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Hope you liked it! I told you it was going to be short, this is only like 3 pages. Please review!