Hello, dear readers. Thanks for looking at this little piece of sh-.. I mean.. This awfully written Fan fiction I had a dream about a few night ago. Keep in mind that my grammar and spelling aren't strong. English isn't my first language and although I speak it often I cannot write a grammatically correct story by myself if my life depended on it. Alright. Enough talk, please read and review!

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Chapter 1

Isabella's POV

**Age ten**

The warm wind gently swayed around me and forced my brown hair in my face. I pushed it back, frustrated, and continued picking the pretty weeds that grew in our garden. The scorching sun reflected its heat on to me, causing my skin to shine under the thin layer of sweat that sat on my skin. I sat playing with my little pink doll I loved so much. My aunt had made it for me and had my name sewed under the toys skirt so I'd never lose it.

Mama said she'd come get me once her and Papa had finished speaking. We were having a guest come to stay with us for a few short weeks. King Carlisle and Queen Esmé were paying our family a visit along with their two children, Edward and Mary Alice.

I continued playing with my dolly and gathering flowers until I heard my nurse call my name. Nurse Angela was so kind, she held me when I cried and told me stories of her husband and children when I asked for them. "Come, child. Your mother wants to wash you up and dress you herself today." Nurse Angela grinned at me.

This was news to me. Mama never wanted to spend time with me. I think she even hated me. She never smiled when I was around and always wore this ridiculous scowl on her face. "Truly?" I squeaked, hugging my dolly close.

"Yes, of course. She wants to make sure you are all prettied up for our guests today." She smirked.

Again with the smirk. Why was it that every time our King and his family came up in a conversation people would look at me and smirk? I hate being a child. No one ever tells me anything. "Are you sure?"

Nurse Angela chuckled and took my hand, helping me up and dusting me off. "Yes, my lady. I'm sure."

We walked together to my bedroom where my mother sat patiently on the bed. Mama smiled at me for the first time in years and I frowned in return. She looked like she had just swallowed a snail. I knew she didn't really want to help me dress. Papa probably forced her to come again.

"My dear Isabella, you have no idea how lucky you are and how lucky you shall make us." My mother crooned in a sickly sweet voice and pinched my cheek, putting on a show for Nurse Angela. "There is no more need for you, maid. Leave me and my daughter to get ready then."

"As you wish, m'lady." My kind-hearted nurse said and left the room, blowing me a kiss when my mother wasn't looking.

As usual, bathing with mama hurt. She'd wash me too hard until my skin turned tender and red. She'd get my hair all knotted up while she washed it and could never untangle it, leaving me to fix my annoying hair. My dressing was different, though. Mama Renée usually left to have the maids dress me but today she dressed me herself. I wore a pretty blue and green dress and my hair got pulled back a bit so my eyes could be seen. Why was mama going through all this trouble? It really confused me.

At sundown the horns announced the arrival of the royal family. They came through the gates in their big, golden carriage and the whispers began among the crown of maids that gathered behind me and mummy. "I heard the young prince Edward is here because of an arranged marriage." "I'd love to ride in a carriage like that." "Princess Mary Alice and Lady Isabella will be sisters." Silly little maids. What are they talking about? Alice and I basically are sisters. She's my best friend.

As the carriage doors opened my mother squeezed my hand, her sweaty palms making my stomach churn. "King Carlisle and Queen Esmé," My mother greeted and stepped forward once their royal highness had stepped down. "it's been too long." Mama Renée hugged the aunt and let go of my hand. I stood there with my head down and my cheeks going warm. My tiny fingers gripped my mother's skirt and I hid behind her. Very rarely did I do this. I'm very shy, even when I've seen the royal family countless of times before, I still cannot face them alone.

Aunt Esmé's sweet giggle made me smile, my face placed firmly on the skirt. "Dear Bella, even now you still are shy with me. Come, niece." She crouched down to my level, careful with her dress, and spread her arms wide open. "Give your aunt a hug."

I let go of my mother and took a hesitant step forward, my small arms wrapped around her neck. My feet got lifted from the ground and I felt her fingers dance on my sides, tickling me. Squealing and squirming, I begged her to release me. Strong arms held me still and a small kiss got planted on the back of my head. "Good evening, young maiden." King Carlisle chuckled from behind.

"Good evening, uncle Carlisle." I smiled back, getting a kiss on the cheek from him. Small fingers tugged on the end of my skirt and I looked down. "Cousin Alice!" I squealed, jumping out of my aunts grip to hug my dearest friend close.

"Bellsy! How's your dolly?" She immediately asked in her squeaky voice. Her blue eyes shined with glee. Her older brother by a year came up behind her, giving me a small smile and greeting me with his usual, "Bella, how nice to see you again, cousin."

The maids squealed as me and my cousins shared a group hug. What was up with them today? There was never a big crowd of maids around when the royals came before, so why now?

"Charles will meet us inside." My mother announced to my uncle and aunt, taking my hand with force and leading everyone to our manor.

Eight days had passed since my cousins came for a visit. Six days had passed since the feast. Five days had passed since Edward and I found out the truth. Two days had passed since my cousins, and the king and queen, left.

I sat alone in my room, playing with my dolly and humming softly to myself. The rumors were true. I was going to marry my cousin Edward on my eighteenth birthday. This was not fair. Edward was my cousin, not my soon-to-be-husband. He's my friend. I cannot think of him as anything else.

Sounds of giggles and laughter filled the empty hallway outside my room. Curiosity got the best of me and I just had to see who it was. Standing up slowly and placing my doll down on my bed, I made my way to the tall wooden door and silently opened it.

"Shh, Lord Phillip. We cannot let anyone see us." I heard a very familiar, feminine voice whisper. Peeking through the crack between the stone wall and the door, I saw my mother in the arms of another lord. What's mama doing?

"Oh, my beauty. Come with me. Let me take you away from all this." The man whispered back, placing a kiss on my mother's lips. The nerve! She's my mother, a married woman!

"I cannot. They'll be suspicious, I'm sorry."

"I shall come back for you tonight, then. And we will set fire to this-" THUD!

Oh, no. My cheek hit the stone cold floor. Two pairs of eyes darted to mine and glared. "Child, what are you doing?" My mother said in a rushed, and harsh tone.

"N-Nothing.." I whispered and picked myself up. Dammit, my place was given away. I wonder what kind of punishment I will have this time..

"Go to your room, Isabella."

"Yes, m-mother.." I sighed and went back to my room, closing the door behind me. I pressed my back to the door and slid down. With my chin resting on my knees, and my arms wrapped around my legs, I closed my eyes and tried to forget about what I had just saw. Soon, sleep took me to my world, and all my troubles went away for just a moment.

I woke to the sounds of screams mixed with my own coughing. It was hard to breathe, or blink. Inhaling hurt my lungs and exhaling made me cough. "Mommy? Daddy?.." I tried to call out, but my voice got swallowed up by the coughing. I stood up and ran over to my window, looking outside. Smoke hit my face and cause another round of coughing to occur. I look down and try to wave some of the smoke away with one hand while covering my mouth with the other.

I see fire! There, sitting on the ground from the bottom of my tower, was a huge fire making its way up to me. Servants and visiting nobles were screaming and scattering around like ants under me. "Help! Please, someone, help me!" I screamed as loud as I could. Over and over I screamed, trying to grab someone's attention as I cried.

"Look! The young lady Isabella is still in her room!" I heard a man shout from below.

"Someone, help the child!" A woman cried.

No one made a move to come in my tower, instead people ran away from the fire and farther away from me. I was crying and coughing, trying to understand what was happening. My parents, where were they? Did they just leave me here and flee? No, my father wouldn't do that.

Looking outside, I noticed blood spilled in the middle of the gardens. The white roses had been tainted with somebody's blood. I blinked and narrowed my eyes at the body that lay lifeless on the ground.

What I saw shocked me. My heart stopped beating, the worlds came to a stop, the sounds of screaming and crying of my friends, my servants got muffled.

The body of my father and a couple of guards were on the ground, none moving, none breathing, all splattered with their own blood. Women and children fled the sight, some even vomiting from it. My stomach flew up to my throat and sank again. Over and over I tried to understand what was going on, to believe it. I stood still, unable to breathe, blink, or move in my fright.

Suddenly, strong arms wrapped around my waist and my mouth, pressing my back to a hard chest. "Shh, kid. No screaming or I will hurt you, do you hear me?" a gruff voice whispered in my ear, causing me to shiver. He wasn't here to help me, he was here to kidnap me. But who was he? I didn't recognise his voice. He must work for someone, but who? Who would want to kidnap me?

Thoughts ran through my head, what will he do to me? Will I no longer be a maiden? Will I be a slave? A serf? Will I die? ..

He pulled me out of my thoughts when he turned me around and shook me. I caught glimpses of his face, but couldn't identify him. He shook me so violently that I couldn't help but scream.

My lack of self-control caused him to throw me across the room and towards the hard stone wall. My skull smacked against it and I saw black.