Disclaimer - Stephenie Meyer owns the awesome Twilight saga. I only own the idea… :'(

A/N – This is my first fanfic so please bear with the … newbie-ness. I also don't have a Beta yet so there may be some corrections. Please r & r people!

BPOV

I frowned. "How is it possible that I have nothing interesting to do in such a large castle? I've read all my books at least three times, tired of my toys, and I have no one to play with me! Ugh…" I suppose that's what you get when you are a princess. The only happy thing that I get from being a princess is that I get many books and lots of free time. But thanks to the free time, I talked to myself.

"Princess Isabella, your parents are calling you. Please go to the throne room." my maid, Anna, said.

"Do you know why?" I asked her politely; my parents always told me to be kind and proper.

"I'm sorry, but they only told me to call you."

"Okay. Please tell them I'm coming." I told her, standing up from my bed and fixing my dress. I walked slowly through the hall, trying not to trip over my own feet. Of course, it didn't work.

"Hello there, Mr. Floor. Long time no see." I grumbled.

Someone chuckled. I looked up to see a boy about ten, one year older than me.

I glared at the mystery boy, mostly embarrassed. "What are you laughing at?"

"I'm sorry, but you looked so funny down there. Please forgive me." The boy said, his voice sounding like velvet, his deep emerald green eyes looking into my plain brown ones. I blushed. I then noticed that his beautiful hair is an uncommon color, bronze-like. Wait, where did that come from?

"Alright. But please tell me, who are you, anyway?"

"I'm the son of King Carlisle and Queen Esme of England. Are you Princess Isabella of Scotland?"

"Er… yes. You can just call me Bella, Prince Edward."

"No need to call me that, Bella. Just call me Edward. Oh, your father told me to call you. Let's go!"

"Sure, sure. But please don't make me run; I'd hate to see Mr. Floor again."

"Of course I won't make you run. You tripped on air, and you were only walking! Anyway, let's go now. I'd rather not face your parents while they are annoyed." Mystery boy… I mean Edward, said, smirking.

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"Good morning, Father, good morning, Mother. Anna told me you called for me?"

"Yes, yes. It seems that the children of our good friends King Carlisle and Queen Esme are to stay here with us while they are going abroad. "My father's booming voice scared many people, but he is actually very kind and gentle. Then I really heard what he was saying.

"What??? There will be other kids here that I can play with???"I asked them, almost bouncing with joy.

"Yes, dear. Children, will you please introduce yourselves to Bella?" My kind – hearted mother said to four children I didn't notice earlier.

"Yes, Aunt Renee. " They chorused including Edward.

"Hi there, Bella! I'm Alice, youngest in our family. I'm eight years old." A small pixie-like child with short black spiky hair said.

"You already know me, Bella. I'm ten years old." Edward said to me.

"I'm Rosalie, Jasper's twin. We're eleven years old." An extremely pretty girl with blonde hair said, pointing to a tall blonde boy.

"Hello, Bella! I'm Emmett, the oldest, and thirteen years old! It's so awesome that we can stay here!" A huge guy with short curly brown hair said.

"Uh…I'm Bella, and I'm nine. " I said shyly, but not without my trademark blush.

"You know the spare rooms near your room, right, Bella? Please show our visitors to their rooms, honey." My father told me.

"Yes, Father. Er… please follow me. You can pick your own rooms. "I said, leading them out of the throne room.

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A/N – So…… was it nice of awful? Please review! Be patient with me, please, 'cause I'm just new at this. ^_^.

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