Sorry for not updating for so long, but I got hooked on this Youtube drama.
It's called Meteor Garden (none of you have probably heard of it b4) and it's in Chinese. YOu might be like, Whoa! She knows Chinese! But truth be told, It would be nowhere w/o English subtitles. I rarely bother with sound anymore, cuz I really don't understand what they are saying anyways.
Check it out if you have time. I totally luv it!! (It must be pretty darn good to keep me from updating this long!!)
Well, this is the next chapter.
R&R
I don't own Twilight or Sissi
"I'm so sorry!" I said as I ran up to him. I took out my fishing knife and immediately cut the line.
He just smiled at me and stared into my eyes, saying, "It's all right."
It made me feel sort of uncomfortable, having him stare like that, but I pushed it aside.
He jumped out of the carriage and told the driver, "I'll walk back. You go on ahead."
Turning to me, he asked, "So, what is your name?"
I hesitated for a second. This was very strange. I felt as if, as if I couldn't breathe, and I could hear my heart beating very quickly.
I almost felt embarrassed next to him, in his perfect white suit, while I was in my peasant clothes. For once, I actually wished for my pretty dresses.
But there was also guilt. This was the man Rosalie was to marry. He was supposed to marry her. And here I was, walking alongside him.
I felt like I didn't deserve to do this. Walking by someone so pure and bright, while I was just the demon beside him, having done so many bad things.
Angels didn't deserve to be next to demons. They deserved to be next to fellow angels, like Rosalie. It hurt for the comparison.
So he must never know. He must never know that I am Rosalie's sister. I am just another poor town folk that he happened to meet along the way to his castle one day.
If he knew, Mother would know, and I would never be allowed to see him again.
"What's your name?" he asked again, snapping me out of my daze.
"Bella," I replied. He wouldn't know it was me. No one called me Bella except my closest relatives, and not even Mother! He'd never know it was me.
"So, Bella, where do you live?" he asked. While we were crossing a small bridge.
"I live just over there," I replied, pointing to a random direction that wasn't pointing to the castle.
"Well, I'll take you there," he replied.
Where I had pointed was not at all near the palace. In fact, it was in the exact opposite direction.
"Oh, no. You don't need to! I'm sure I'll arrive home safely," I replied.
"I insist," the Prince replied, holding an arm out to me.
I took his arm, almost fainting. He was so… beautiful. Handsome was not the word. Handsome was to describe Prince Charming, but Prince Edward was beautiful.
We were nearing the place, where I said was home.
"You know, Bella, do you enjoy hunting?" he asked me.
"Of course I do!" I replied.
He turned around to face me, the full force of his eyes unleashing on me.
I couldn't breathe.
"Well," he said, his hand on my shoulder, "would you like to come hunting with me?"
"Yes, sure! When?" I asked.
"The day after tomorrow, at 3 o'clock?" he replied.
"Sure! I'll meet you by that bridge over there," I replied.
"Fine. See you the day after tomorrow, Bella," he smiled at me as he turned around and walked away.
I walked aimlessly in the other direction, thinking about Prince Edward's perfect smile and grinning like an idiot myself.
Suddenly, I realized the sun was almost gone. It was almost Twilight, and I still wasn't home yet!!
I picked up my skirts and ran as fast as I could to the palace. I realized that I had left my fishing pole next to the river, but that didn't matter now. I could always get a new one.
As soon as I got to the palace, I immediately scrambled up my makeshift rope and into my room. Just as I got in, I heard a knock on the door.
"Isabella?" It was Mother.
"Isabella, I'm sorry. I know I dragged you on this trip and now you are not doing anything. You should have just stayed at home. Well, please open the door. This is the fifth time I've come. Please open it. I understand if you're unhappy."
I quickly changed as Mother talked. I then realized that I would see the Prince when I went to dinner. My heart immediately fluttered.
I then also realized that the Prince wasn't mine. He was to marry Rosalie.
How could I have been so rash? He wasn't mine. What right did I have to fall for him? I could have just ruined the whole relationship of the future rulers of such a big country.
How could I have been so selfish??
I suddenly did not want to see him. I did not ever want to see him again.
One way or another, it wouldn't work out. He would see Rosalie tonight, and anybody who would refuse Rosalie was out of their right mind. He would love Rosalie, the girl he was supposed to marry.
Me seeing him and him knowing my identity would only hurt me more. I knew that the more I saw him the deeper I would fall, and the deeper the crack in my heart.
"M-mother," I said in a fake, hoarse voice. "I think I have come down with an illness."
She cracked open the door and peered in. I was lying on the bed, pretending to be sick.
"Oh, dear, are you all right?" she asked.
"I'm sure I'll be fine in a couple of days, but I really don't feel well right now."
"Then you can't attend dinner tonight! Tonight is the welcoming ceremony! Emmett will be there, and he'll miss you!" Mother replied.
"Well, Mother, please tell Emmett I send forth my greetings. I'm very sorry," I said to her.
"Well, you can meet him at the engagement ball, I guess. Rest well," Mother said as she closed the door.
As soon as she left, I buried my head in my pillow and cried more than I ever had in my 17 short years of life.
Well, this chapter was sort of a filler. I just needed to explain her feelinngs right now. Have you noticed, after every exciting part, the next part just a reflection?
I mean, in almost every story one huge action-filled twist happens, and after that, it's mostly the reaction? Usu. reactions are not as exciting as the cause.
I have probably thoroughly confused you by now, but I know what I mean, it's just hard putting it in words.
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