"Well I was wondering...if it's not too much to ask, can I get to know you?" she was shocked by that one.
"Why? I'm not important. I maybe a princess of sorts but I'm not interesting." She tried to convince me.
"But anyway if you want to, I have to earn your trust and respect first." She added.
I was confused. "How?"
"Earn it. Make me want to need you when I need something done, stuff like that."
"I will but only certain things I can't do." She looked at me and stared me in the eyes. "Ok."
I walked out to give her time to think. I went to talk to the girls what they will do with her like make-over's stuff like that because I don't want her to be scared.
BPOV
After he walked out, I started to think about what he said. He wanted to know me. He kidnapped me for what? To be my friend? To kill me? He obviously didn't want me to be s slave or else he wouldn't be this nice to me. Why did he have to burn down my fathers' ship and kill the crew? He had me so why kill them? For pleasure? What else would it be? I was going to asks these questions when I saw him next. Just then the door opened. Two girls stepped in. One with black spiky hair and she was short she reminded me of a fairy-like pixie. The other had beautiful long blond hair, she was medium height and she had a body a model would kill for.
"Hi, my name is Alice and this is Rosalie. Bella we are wondering if you wanted to change clothes?"
"It's a long journey to where were going so I think you need clothes to last until then." Rosalie said.
"Ok. Where are we going? I need to get back to my people in Paris."
They looked shocked. "You're a real princess?" they both asked at the same time.
"Yes, my full title is Isabella Marie Swan Princess of Paris and London. I live in Paris and my brother lives in London. We were headed back but that plan failed." I whispered.
They looked sympathetic. "So sorry for that but we want to help you clean up and change."
"Maybe later, ok?" I asked back.
They nodded and walked out. A couple hours later Edward walked in with a tray of food with two bowls on it. It was chicken. It sat on the table opposite me and handed me a plate. "Thanks."
He smiled and it made me melt. "You're welcome. I hope you like it." he said. I smiled and he seemed dazzled. It quickly passed. While we ate we talked about each other. It was a nice feeling learning about him. Whenever I told him about me he seemed interested, like he actually wanted to know more. "Thanks for tonight. It was really nice." I thanked him. He smiled. "Glad you like it. I had a nice time." now I know more about him I found he is a nice guy. I'm starting to like him.
