A/N: And here's chapter 9

A/N: And here's chapter 9! I hope y'all like it! And just an FYI, there will be a time when I have to take this story off of , because I will be publishing it! Yes, you heard right: I will be publishing my story, Days of Kings and Queens. But instead of Edward, his name will be Adrian, instead of Isabella/Bella her name will be Rosemarie/Rose, and instead of Carlisle Cullen he will be Dr. Ronald Ellsworth (yes, I suck with names, but I like Adrian and Rose). So look for a book by H. R. M-- in the near-distant future. I will be publishing this. Please be kind; REVIEW!

Edward's POV:

"Prince Edward? Prince Edward, where are you?"

I opened my eyes for the first time in what felt like weeks, but I knew was only a day or so. Not like I could see anything yet; my vision was messed up for the moment.

"Prince Edward," the person said again, but with relief this time. "Miss Swan was right; you are in a bad state." I closed my eyes again.

Swan? Was that Bella's surname?

I felt someone start to check me over...like a doctor would.

"Isabella?" I asked weakly. It still hurt to speak from what that person—if he could be called a person—did to me.

"No, Miss Swan sent me," the same person said.

"I cannot go," I murmured. Then I remembered what Bella said, and added, "What is her full name?"

"Miss Swan's?" he asked. I nodded wearily. "Isabella Marie Swan." I smiled, opening my eyes again.

"Dr. Carlisle?" I asked with surprise. What was my childhood doctor doing here? He worked...just a little while's walk away... Bella was brilliant. She got the person who she knew—above all others—who I could trust for sure.

"Yes, Prince Edward," Dr. Carlisle said, still examining me. "Well, you are extremely lucky. You have only a few harsh bruises, a broken leg—which may or may not be seen as so lucky—and a very probable bad headache. From the way Miss Swan described what happened, I thought you would be on your deathbed."

"Luck is a matter of perspective," I moaned glumly.

"Can you walk?" Dr. Carlisle asked after a few more minutes.

"I think so." I struggled to my feet, much with help by my doctor, who let me use his arm as a support.

After a few more struggles—a few stumbles as well—I finally stood straight, with my leg bent at the knee so I would not walk on it.

"Do you think you could walk—or limp—for a few more steps?" Dr. Carlisle asked. I nodded and winced. My leg hurt. A lot.

But I was able to walk a few feet to a carriage that Dr. Carlisle had waiting for us.

It was a long ride to the hospital.

Bella's POV:

"Miss Isabella," someone said, shaking my arm lightly. "Miss Isabella, you may want to wake up. Someone would like to speak to you." I opened my eyes tiredly. Oh, no... I had fallen asleep! Zac had found out my name! But...the person who called me did not sound like Zachary...

"Dr. Cullen," I sighed in relief as I sat up. "How is Prince Edward?" The first thing that comes to mind after awakening in a hospital-bed that was not for me—how is my prince? My...almost-lover...

"My Bella." I turned my attention to the other bed in the room. Dr. Cullen left the room right about then.

"Edward!" I rushed over to where he was laying. "Oh, Edward!"

I stopped by his bedside. Edward was propped into a sitting position on a few pillows.

"Bella," Edward said, reaching up to hold my cheek in his hand. "My Bella, you got away from him."

"Of course," I said, leaning into his touch. "I had to get Dr. Cullen so he could help you."

I put my hand over his on my face.

"Bella, tomorrow, we should go back to the palace. I will tell my mother that I have made a selection for a wife." I looked at Edward; into his deep, green eyes. "You."

Edward brought my face closer to his. I closed my eyes, even before our lips met.

When they did meet, though, I could feel that Edward was holding back, but only slightly, because of his injuries.

"Bella," he whispered when he drew back. "Will you marry me? Be my queen; by my side? For the rest of your life?"

"I will," I whispered back after my heart slowed down. "I do."

Edward smiled, and I could feel him press his lips against mine again.

A/N: CHAPTER TEN IS ON THE WAY! Be kind, REVIEW!