I do not own Twilight. Thank you to all my readers. I'm really excited about this story and I'm glad it has sparked some interest. I thought this story could use a little comic relief so here it is.
I, Bella girl from a tiny village, should be dead. Instead I am now going to be Queen Isabella of Arpegone and the Vampiric Nation. On top of that, I will be marrying the vampire who was supposed to kill me and who I don't know at all. In all likelihood, I would have had an arranged marriage had I stayed in my village. I've heard stories of people marrying for love long ago, but with a world already balanced on the tip of a knife blade, marriage for love was too irresponsible. Love is a dangerous emotion. It can cause jealousy, violence, and even murder. The only form of love that was truly safe was that of mother to child. Loyalty was what our world needed, not love.
But even though I would have had that arranged marriage, I would have at least known the man. In a village of less than a hundred, you know everyone. This man, no vampire, was totally unknown to me. All I knew was that his name was Edward, he was the son of Carlisle the Great, and that he was now the King. Oh yes, and he was my betrothed.
I thought all this as I paced my new bedroom. Although bedroom did not seem like a grand enough word. The room was twice the size of my old cottage and five people had lived there. Now I have this cave of a room all to myself. At least it was a beautiful cave. There were big bay windows along one side, although the forest green brocade curtains were drawn at this time. The theme of green was echoed throughout the room the rest of the room. The enormous four-poster bed had bed curtains made from the same material as the curtains. The walls were a paler mint color that would have been cheerful had I wished for cheer. A large armoire stood in the corner filled with clothes that I had not yet had the courage to look at. There was a quaint set up of chairs surrounding a low table that had a vase of flowers nestled on it. The wood of all the furniture was made of cherry, a fact that I was told by Edward's sister Alice. Actually Alice told me what all the furniture was since I hadn't a clue. I was the girl who had shared a straw tick mattress with four other people until recently. I had had two dresses to my name and certainly no need for an armoire. Now suddenly I was thrust into this life like a princess from a story that Nutty Noona might have told. But in Noona's stories, the girls all liked it. I wanted to go home!
I didn't know anything or anyone and I just wanted something familiar. The only two "people" I had met that I vaguely liked were Edward's sister Alice and Carlisle the Great. Alright, I liked him more than a little, but really he was kind and he was Carlisle the Great, the Savior of Humanity and its Champion. I couldn't fathom the informal way Alice and Edward addressed him. They just called him Carlisile, as though that was good enough for that great man. Funny enough, I always thought of him as a man even though I knew that he was a vampire just like the rest. I would have to mull that over later, but right now I just wanted to find a way to convince my supposed fiancé that he really should let me go.
A knock at my massive doors startled me out of my musings. Who could that be? I slouched over to the doorway wanting to tell whoever was there to clear out though I didn't have the nerve to do so. To my surprise, my guest was none other than my future husband. Wonderful, just peachy.
"You know, you really should ask who it is before you open the door to people. I suspect there are quite a few vampires at this point in time that would like to see you disposed of." What a wonderful speech from my bridegroom. No "are you okay" or "I'm sorry about all this" or even "my name is Edward and I'm really happy to meet you". Just a directive to be more careful.
At this point in time, I was no longer scared, I was furious. I was ripped from my home by some archaic ritual to become a human sacrifice to "bless" the crowning of a ruler who I had no say in electing. Then I forced into a room with the most vampires I have ever seen in my life who were all looking at me like they would like to make me lunch. I am all set to die and go to my final rest which would be a whole lot better than this mess. Then out of no where I am told that I will be marrying someone who I don't know at all and who isn't even my species! And that same person now has the gall to come and reprimand me for carelessness without even introducing himself!
"Disposed of, huh? Well let them! I came here to be eaten anyway and I think it would be a whole lot easier. I just want to be home! I never asked to be brought here for your crazy celebration. I have never done anything to anyone in my life. My whole life I took care of our village's goats and now I'm going to get to be 'queen' of a nation in which I have no say as to what goes on. I'm a second class citizen who is treated more like cattle and now I get to marry you. You aren't even part of my species and you're what like 900 years older than me? You have never introduced yourself to me and I don't even think you know my name. So if someone wants me for a snack I would really appreciate the help of getting out of this insane situation!" I finally finished yelling at my king and future husband and suddenly realized that possibly it was not the most prudent thing for me to do. For all my bravado, I didn't really want to die. I just wanted to get out of here and yelling at the only vampire who might actually make that happen wasn't the smartest thing ever. I needed him on my side and now it would be even harder after my lovely outburst. Great job Bella. Idiot.
Edward's confused stare was so comical that had I been in the mood to laugh, I would have. But this wasn't really a good time to get a case of the giggles. Finally he opened his mouth, and I was positive I would end up wishing I had never been born. Instead all I got was a stuttered reply.
"I...um yeah so...uh...sorry but you...I'm...what?". With his final inarticulate word, he spun around on his heel and was gone before I could blink. What had just happened? I closed and locked the door, sliding down to the floor with my head in my hands. What is going on and what have I done?
A/N I'm a rather sarcastic person, and so Bella has become one too. Not sure if this chapter is entirely right for the story, but I wanted to give Bella a little more depth of feeling. In the first chapter she was in shock. Now she is breaking out of it and becoming a little more like herself. I wonder how Edward will respond, don't you? ;-)