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Chapter Three
He had heard about the huntress around the castle. It was said she was the twin sister of Prince Helios. Edward sat up and looked over at Bella, at least what he thought her name was. She had a striking resemblance to the king. But he had a feeling Bella didn't know the truth. Oh Bella, she was gorgeous. He wasn't even worthy of being near someone so beautiful. He was a slave, he was raised as a slave and she had beautiful glowing eyes. They had this creepy, other worldly sense to them.
Bella turned around that moment and looked at him curiously. "So you're awake? Well, I'm making dinner right now. It should be ready soon," She said, smiling at him. She frowned then, like smiling was a bad thing. She's grown up in a cold home, Edward thought sadly.
"I'll help. I was raised to work in the kitchen anyway," He said, sitting up. He flinched as raw skin pulled and tugged. Man, Peter had cut him bad. Thank god, Bella knew how to fix it.
"You should stay there, no getting up for at least a day," She stated. Her face then clouded with anger, hopefully at herself. I could never have her mad at me, Edward thought worriedly.
"Can you clear something up for me?" Edward blurted several moments later. Bella nodded, keeping her eyes on the bronze pot with rabbit in it. "What's your name?" He whispered, hoping it wouldn't be a bad subject.
She turned, livid. She visibly calmed herself then spoke. "I don't know, but I call myself Bella because since forever I've had a bracelet that said that name on it," A sudden sadness came over her features. Edward wanted to get up and comfort her, but he was in too much pain. He just looked at her with helpless eyes.
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