I yelled with joy as I ran down the race track with Jasper Hale, watching Tyler finish his fifth lap on the circuit which my Dad had rented for us as a present. It was the one thing I had made him promise for if I was going to move to boarding school in France.
There were sometimes it sucked to be the daughter of one of the candidates for President, but other times it seriously rocked. Like right now. Dayton Beach was sunny as my bodyguards and I spent a day relaxing in the Florida sun.
Jasper and Rosalie Hale were twins, and had been my best friends for years. They both passed their bodyguard training with flying colours, and were instantly sent to be my bodyguards. They had both lived up to their promise, especially with their father protecting my dad.
"Bells, wake up! We need to head off to the helipad, and we will be taking you to Orlando International, then to France." I sighed as Jasper began to walk back towards the garages, where Tyler, my driver was waiting. He turned around and yelled,
"Oh, and we will be staying with the King and Queen of France for a few days." My eyes widened as I ran to her side. He couldn't be serious. THE King and Queen of France, and their kids, who were my age. At least Rose and Jasper were going to be there.
Jasper walked over grinning as he opened the door to my Mercedes-Benz Guard Stretch Limousine. That car had been at Jasper's suggestion. If anyone tried to shoot me or throw a grenade on me, it wouldn't get through the armour of the beast. I smiled back and got in behind Rosalie.
"At least you guys are going to be there with me." I sighed as I grabbed a water bottle out of the mini-fridge and lounged on the long seat. The idea of going to boarding school had been mom's idea, but with her and dad united, I was stuck there.
The airport was darkening as we drove up through the service entrance, straight onto the tarmac. My dad's private jet was waiting, all set up for the trip over the Atlantic. I sighed as I stepped onto the plane, my body on auto-pilot towards the bedroom.
My dad once had the decency to put a bed onto the plane, and I was automatically given permission to use it whenever I was on the plane. It practically was my second bedroom and had often been turned into my personal Castle with the help of Dad and his bodyguards.
"Bella, we're lifting off now." I nodded as he peeked into my room, checking I was still alive, before flopping onto the bed next to me. He suddenly yelled a signal to the pilot who began to taxi the plane, ready for the seven hour flight to Paris.
I jumped as Jasper nudged my shoulder, waking me up slowly. I sighed and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, needing to look presentable for the French Press. Rose threw me a hairbrush, which I caught amazingly enough. I began the run it through my hair as Jasper lectured me on what I was suppose to do, and what not to do.
I grabbed my handbag and pulled a jacket over my shoulders as Jasper walked from the plane in front of me. I walked out and smiled, knowing what was going on. The press had decended on Paris International as I walked across the tarmac, still waving. He guided me into the limousine that was waiting, almost identical to the one in Florida.
I sighed as I had to rub my eyes yet again, the flash of the cameras was enough to almost blind you. I smiled as Jasper began to talk to Rosalie on his Blackberry. He said goodbye and slipped it into his pocket, watching me.
"Rosalie met Emmett and Edward Cullen last night. She said they were both freaks." I frowned as I thought about where she would have met the two most famous brothers in the world.
"She was working at the garage for a day, and she sold a car to Emmett." Jasper sighed as we pulled into the gates of the castle, the tinted windows of the car protecting us from the camera lenses. The entryway was filled with workers and dignitaries visiting the French King. Who, in fact, was waiting for me outside the doors
"Jazz," Which was my name for him when I was officially freaking out. "Do I look ok?" I really didn't want to give one of the most influential people in the world the wrong idea of me. He smiled had practically pushed me out of the limousine in front of him.
I stood shocked, before waving and walking up towards the King. I was past the point of freaking out, long gone. I smiled and held out my hand for him to shake.
"Thank you so much for letting me stay here!" I smiled as he shook my hand, not wavering with the cameras all around us at all.
"It's our pleasure, and please call me Carlisle." He shook my hand and led me and Jasper inside, with his bodyguards following safely behind. I suddenly remembered Rosalie would be here In a few minutes and asked quickly,
"My other bodyguard should be here soon, would you be able to let her in, she is a really good friend of mine." Carlisle nodded and quickly sent one of his guards off to tell the security guard at the gates.
We walked down the hallway, where pictures of the past kings hung in order, with the latest being Carlisle Cullen's portrait. I sighed quietly as I was lead down a brighter corridor, with more modern art hanging on the wall. I sucked in my breath as a servent opened the door, announcing us.
"His Royal Highness, King Carlisle of France, and Isabella Swan." My name seem extremely insignificant next to Carlisle's as we walked into the large room, which held Queen Esme, with two of her children, Alice and Emmett. I felt their gaze land on me and Jasper and I struggled for something to say.
"Hi, I'm Isabella, But you have to call me Bella. And this is my bodyguard Jasper, his sister Rosalie should be here soon." They were all watching me with curious eyes as Carlisle motioned for me to sit down in one of the empty seats.
The door suddenly burst open as Edward strode in, not caring that there was a visitor in the room. When he noticed me and Jasper, he stopped and stared.
"You must be Isabella, I'm Edward." Just by listening to his voice, I was already freaking out. I reached out and shook his hand, still out of it. There I was, shaking the hand of the hottest bachelor in the world. Oh my god.
"Great to meet you too." I jumped as the doors opened, revealling Rosalie. Her hair was a mess, and she looked like she had ran a mile, but she was here for me. I smiled as she looked at the Royal Family, before walking up and shaking Edward's hand.
"Hi, I'm Rosalie Hale, and this is my brother Jasper." Emmett's eyes were like sausers as she talked, listening to everyword she said. "We are Bella's bodyguards. We'll be staying here with her." Emmett grinned and leaned back, and I sighed.
"O.K, Jasper, there is a room three doors down from here where you can stay, then there are two empty ones next to each other for Rosalie and Bella." Carlisle nodded and walked out, already talking on his cellphone.
Esme stood up and looked at Edward. "You can show these three to their rooms now." She smiled at me and followed Carlisle, being the perfect wife.
