Author's Note: Sorry I didn't upload yesterday. I was busy hanging out with my boyfriend. Well, I'm back at it today and I plan on making this chapter pretty long, yet enjoyable. So, enjoy :)
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Bella's Perspective
Do you remember the first time you fell in love with someone? How long did it take you to fall for them? My first love was with someone I wasn't allowed to be with. A forbidden love, if you will. It is the worst kind of love, but it makes you feel so alive, so human. Love is so strong, it can break through any castle. However, this love couldn't break through the castle of Rottingstone.
Who am I, you may ask? My name is Isabella Swan. You may call me Bella. I was born on the 27th of January. I am 16 years old. My parents died when I was 11 years old from the plague. These were very sad times. My brothers and sisters were lucky to survive the plague, as well as me. My aunt and uncle took us in two days later. They are very kind to us and treat my brothers and sisters as if they were their own. This mostly has to do with the fact that they cannot have children.
My aunt and uncle, however, were having a hard time raising the children, so they sent me to work as a maid for the princess. I was okay with this because I knew we needed the money and I couldn't work on the fields. My first day wasn't all that hard since I took care of my mother and father when they were sick, so taking care of a princess who is the same age as me shouldn't be difficult. My first task was to fetch the princess a glass of milk. I did as I was told and walked back to the room. However, when I walked in, I laid my eyes on the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.
Her figure was short, yet slender, with just the right amount of curves. Her breasts had been small, but slightly perky. She wore a beautiful red silk dress, which made her look older than she was. Her hair was black and cut short and her eyes were a beautiful shade of bright green. She smirked at me and said, "Are you going to hand me my drink?"
I gasped, handed her her drink, and said, "I'm so sorry, my lady."
"It's alright," the fair princess giggled, "my name is Alice Cullen. What is your name?"
"I-Isabella, your highness," I said, curtsying.
Alice sat down on her bed and patted the seat next to her, "sit, please."
I sat next to her and looked into her eyes. She smiled and asked, "may I braid your hair?"
I nodded, "yes, princess."
She smiled again and began braiding. I enjoyed her smile. "For now on," she said, "you shall be my new best friend. You must, however, call me Princess Alice. Is that alright?"
"Yes, Princess Alice," I smiled.
She finished braiding my hair and turned me around, "you're very pretty. Prettier than my other maids. They won't even let me braid their hair. They say it's not 'professional.'"
"You can braid my hair anytime, Princess Alice," I responded.
"Do you promise?" She asked.
"I promise."
Princess Alice squealed and hugged me. I hugged her back, making sure that I didn't hurt her in the process.
This was the moment I met the woman of my dreams. Four years later, we are still best friends. We play games and talk to one another whenever we can. We have to keep it a secret, though, or else the King and Queen will get mad and banish me from the palace. Nothing bothers me anymore. As long as the princess is happy and my brothers and sisters are safe, I will forever remain content with my life, no matter what happens.
