Hey, a much faster update than the last one! I'm getting better guys, haha. Anyway, thanks to everyone who reviewed, you guys rock! You are the bomb! Haha :) Anyway, so in the chapter a I used a suggestion I got from .EDWARDCULLEN and one I got from .edwardcullen but I'm pretty sure that you're the same person, haha. Though I could be wrong, anyway, thanks a bunch for the awesome suggestions. I used a tiny part from Breaking Dawn in this chapter. Yeah, I know you think I a copycat, but there are just some things that I don't know much about, so I get them from the real deal. I don't own anything, it all belongs to Stephenie Meyer!
Chapter 7: Forbidden
The hot sun on the bare of her back, woke Princess Bella in the morning. Late morning, maybe afternoon, she wasn't sure. Everything besides the time was clear, though; she knew exactly where she was–the bright room with the big white bed, brilliant sunlight streaming through the open windows.
She didn't open her eyes. She was too happy to change anything, no matter how small. The only sounds were the waves outside, their breathing, their heartbeats...
She was comfortable, even with the baking sun. Lying across Prince Edward's chest, his arms wound around her, felt very easy and natural. She wondered why she'd been so panicky about last night. Her fears seemed silly now.
Prince Edward's finger softly trailed down the contours of her spine, and she knew he was awake. She kept her eyes shut and tightened her arms around his neck, holding herself closer to him.
He didn't speak; his fingers moved up and down her back, barely touching it as he lightly traced patterns on her skin.
The night before had been perfect. It had all been simpler than she'd expected; they had fit together like corresponding pieces, made to match up. That had given her a secret satisfaction–they were compatible physically, as well as other ways.
She would have been happy to lie there forever, to never disturb that moment, but her body had other ideas. She laughed at her impatient stomach. It seemed sort of prosaic to be hungry after all that had passed the night before. Like being brought back to earth from great height.
"What's funny?" Prince Edward murmured, still stroking her back. The sound of his voice, serious and husky, brought with it a deluge of memories from the night, and she blushed from her face to her neck.
To answer his question, her stomach growled. They both laughed.
She opened her eyes; the first thing she saw was the pale skin of his throat, the arc of his chin above her face. She propped herself up on her elbow so she could see his face.
He was smiling at her, his green eyes on her brown ones. She felt lightheaded from his smile, completely dazzled.
His face turned serious. "Do you regret last night? Was it what you expected?"
"I didn't know what to expect–but I definitely did not expect how...how...just wonderful and perfect it was." Her voice dropped to a whisper, her eyes slipped form his face to her hands "I mean, I don't know how it was for you, but it was like that for me."
He lifted her chin up. "You think I didn't enjoy myself? Oh Bella... You are so silly. It was the best night of my life."
Princess Bella smiled. "Really? The best ever?"
Prince Edward nodded and kissed her softly. Princess Bella's stomach growled again.
"I'd better find some food for you," Prince Edward chuckled.
He got up to leave.
"Hey, Edward," Princess Bella said.
He stopped and turned toward her, smiling. "Yes?"
Princess Bella returned the smile. "I love you."
"I love you too, Bella. More than you could ever know," Prince Edward told her, before leaving the room.
Princess Bella lied back on the bed, feeling happiness wash through her.
***
Back in the Kingdom of Forks, things were not so happy. When King Charlie had found Princess Bella's note less than a week earlier, he became enraged. His enragement was mixed with worry though. He wondered if that foul piece of scum had harmed his daughter. His only child, had run away with the enemy. When he got Princess Bella back, Prince Edward would never step on his land again, he decided. If he did, he would imprison him in the castle dungeon.
Queen Renee, who had always been a worrywart, was now frantic with her daughter missing. Was her baby okay? Was Prince Edward treating her right? She cried a lot with worry for her daughter.
Yet, even though Queen Renee was worried, she also knew that if this boy Princess Bella was with was as bad as King Charlie claimed he was, Princess Bella wouldn't have run away with him. Princess Bella was very mature for her age, and would know not to run off with bad boys.
Queen Renee couldn't help but feeling that maybe King Charlie was very wrong in this situation. Maybe Princess Bella should be able to be with who she wants. Maybe the Cullen family wasn't that bad. Maybe anyone should be with who they want.
She felt especially strong about the last one, ever since she had started talking to one of the guardsmen named Phil.
Phil had only been serving the Kingdom for a few years now, and Queen Renee had never really noticed him before just a month ago. He had accidently bumped into her in the hallway. After apologizing for five minutes straight, they had got to talking. He had made her feel much better about everything. He was several years younger than her, and he made her laugh, and feel young. He was also very kind to her, and liked her personality, rather than her title.
Queen Renee would make sure that she 'accidently' ran into him daily, by finding out what part of the castle he was guarding. They would talk as long as they could, until Phil had to get back to work.
She felt very guilty about her relationship with Phil, because she knew what she felt for him was more than friendship. She had stopped loving King Charlie seventeen years ago. She had married him too quickly and she was too young. Unfortunately it wasn't possible in the Kingdom of Forks for her to divorce her husband. Especially not while he was still as in love with her as he was when they married. It was forbidden.
That day at lunch, Queen Renee had to listen to King Charlie go on about how horrible the Cullens were and how he was going to going to get Princess Bella back. She was only half listening though, because Phil was one of the guards in the room that day. Whenever King Charlie wasn't looking, she would smile at Phil, or wave, or wink.
Queen Renee was watching Phil, when King Charlie caught her.
"...so I'm going to send some of the guards to question King Carlisle. I'm sure he knows where Bella is. I mean... Renee? Are you listening?" King Charlie asked, stopping.
Queen Renee snapped her head around to look at him. "Oh, yeah. Sorry honey, I just spaced out for a second. What were you saying?"
Queen Renee made sure to keep her eyes on King Charlie and to nod when appropriate. It was difficult, but she managed.
King Charlie usually was a man of few words, but after Princess Bella left, he had been going through a lot of planning to find her. Then he would tell Queen Renee all about his plans.
"I just can't believe she'd run away with that piece of dirt. I told her she was forbidden to see him again. We should have kept a closer eye on her," King Charlie said to Queen Renee.
This made Queen Renee feel queasy. She realized that she was doing with Phil exactly what Princess Bella was doing with Prince Edward. And she felt horrible, because she had let King Charlie yell at Princess Bella for doing it. She felt like a hypocrite.
"Don't you think?" King Charlie asked.
Queen Renee swallowed her mouthful of food with difficulty. "Yeah," She lied.
After lunch, King Charlie went to discuss his plans to find Princess Bella with the guards. Queen Renee stood outside his study and waited. But she wasn't waiting for King Charlie, she was waiting for Phil.
She could hear them talking from outside.
King Charlie cleared his throat. "So, I was thinking that we go and question King Carlisle, asking him where Bella and that piece of dirt are. If he won't tell us, we'll get him arrested for helping his son kidnap my daughter. If he does tell us, then we won't charge anyone with anything. Any questions?"
It was silent for a moment, then King Charlie said, "Yes, Phil?"
Queen Renee's heart leapt at his name. She felt like a teenager.
"Yes. What if he actually doesn't know, sir?" Phil asked.
King Charlie was silent, thinking of what to do. Then he said, "Then we'll ask him all of the possible places where they could be, threatening him again. We'll go to all of them and hopefully find Bella."
Queen Renee's stomach knotted up. She wasn't sure she wanted them to find Princess Bella and Prince Edward, after realizing how alike they were. Then she felt guilty for not wanting them to find her daughter.
The meeting was over and all of the guards piled out of the study. At last King Charlie came out.
He put his hand on Queen Renee's shoulder. "Are you okay? You look upset."
Queen Renee swallowed. "I'm fine. Just, uh, worried about Bella."
That was true, Queen Renee was worried about Princess Bella, but for a different reason than what King Charlie thought.
King Charlie hugged Queen Renee. "I am too, Renee. We'll find her soon, don't worry."
Queen Renee smiled weakly and nodded.
"I'm going to make sure that Princess Bella hasn't called us without our knowing. I'll let you know."
"Okay," Queen Renee whispered as King Charlie left.
Queen Renee leaned against the wall. She wondered how she would feel if she ran away with Phil, and then King Charlie found her, and forced her to marry him. She tried to swallow the lump that had just appeared in her throat.
Then Phil came up the staircase. Seeing him made Queen Renee feel better.
"Hey," She said, smiling.
Phil grinned. "Hi there."
"What are you up too?" Queen Renee asked.
Phil cleared his throat. "I, uh, need to talk to you."
Queen Renee's heart sank. He was going to tell her that he knew how she felt about him and it had to stop.
"Okay," She said, her voice breaking.
Phil stepped closer to her. "Renee, I like you a lot. Probably way more than I should. I know it's wrong, but I can't help it. So, should I stop working here, or..."
Queen Renee came closer to him, so they were almost touching. "I feel the same way Phil. No, I don't want to you to stop working here! But, how could we could we ever be together?"
Phil wrapped his arm around her waist, pressing her against him. "We'll find a way."
Queen Renee tried to ignore how much she liked the way this felt. "I don't know. It's wrong–"
But she was cut off when Phil pressed his lips to her's. And even though it was forbidden, she didn't stop him.
Oooh, drama! I hoped you liked this chapter, because I had a pretty good time writing it, haha. Oh and sorry I went on for so long at the beginning. Tell me what you think!
