A/N Sorry it's been a while. I just got headgear and had the biggest performance of the year while trying to keep up with the "create-a-country" project and talking in front of the whole class about a book. I got an 89 on it by the way! Woohoo! I thought I would definitely fail or at least pass out.

"I just don't understand!" fumed James. "This is more serious than I thought!"

"What do you mean exactly?" asked Victoria.

"There's something about that girl. She's the only kind of girl Edward would fall for! Soon things are going to get serious, and when they do, no, if they do, I'm in danger of getting kicked off the throne."

Victoria's head whipped around, followed by her fiery mane of hair.

"You think he might go that far?" she inquired.

"It's a possibility. When he talked to me about her, he looked.... fulfilled. As if he had finally completed himself as a person. I thought never in a million years would he find someone that would like him for himself. I never made a plan..." He reveled in his new discovery.

"A plan!" he exclaimed. "And another! And another if things don't go as planned!"

Victoria's teeth glinted in the moonlight.

"And I have the perfect plan if all goes wrong," she stated wickedly. She took a small vile from a desk and tapped it.

"Look familiar?" she asked in a both teasing and horrible manner.

"Yes. Yes, indeed," replied James, simultaneously smirking.

Alice was on the road to recovery, which meant staying in bed, much to her dismay. We're keeping a constant eye on her too, just in case something else happens. Much to our dismay. We have to listen to her constant rants about not having her clothes anymore and how she can't go get more. I wouldn't be surprised if we found Emmett dead in her room someday.

At the same time, I feel like I'm being watched. It's probably just paranoia setting in, but I can't put it off. I'll see something shiny glinting in the air for half a second before it's gone.

Almost forgot to mention it, Edward is watching over me when I sleep. I'll hear the door open and shut, waking me at random moments in the night. It's sweet to see that someone cares like that for me, but it is disconcerting to know that the person who does deserves a maid of honor or something of the like. Not some average girl that comes from a town in the middle of nowhere.

I heard the door open, shaking me from my dreams and lack thereof. I guess the moonlight caught my eye because not long after...

"Bella?" Edward asked.

"Mm-hm," I replied, trying to sound as if I had just woken up.

"Can I talk to you for a second?"

"Sure," I repeated in my fake groggy voice.

I heard nearly silent footsteps hit the wood floor, soon followed by a creak as he sat in a chair.

"Um..." he reached out tentatively for my hand. I shuddered slightly at the unexpected coldness.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" he exclaimed. "I was walking around outside before I came indoors. It's a little chilly."

He placed my quilt between our hands, and although the quilt prevented me from feeling the exact contours of his hand, I could tell we were a perfect fit. He gave a small sigh before starting.

"I have no other way of saying this,

but with you in my life, it is heavenly bliss.

From the moment we met, and the moment we talked,

to the moment you fell, and I did not walk.

I could tell there was something else there,

behind your chocolate brown eyes and mahogany hair.

No dark secrets hid behind your veil,

no one could ever say "send her to jail"

You're never selfish and never unkind,

I can be sure this love is not blind.

I hope you can accept this proclamation of love,

created for the brightest and purest young dove.

Our love may not last or withstand the test of time,

but worse would it be for it to be unspoken like a mime.

Take my heart or break it,

the choice is clearly your's.

Remember, either way would be exploring bolted doors..."

He finished by tearing his eyesight from me, probably not wanting to see the internal conflict inside of me. However, there was no conflict. He's sweet, gentle, intelligent, and handsome. Sure there was the whole "he's royal and you're not" and "What would Charlie do when he finds out?" mantra running through my head simultaneously, but it was merely a whisper compared to the urge to say yes. And what do you know...

"I'll take it," I whispered in the dark. I heard a sigh of relief before being enveloped in his comforting arms.

He tenderly kissed my cheek, making my nerves jolt and my heart leap in my chest.

"I'm going to leave before anyone notices I stayed. You'll be amazed at how fast news travels around here. The walls don't hold secrets, and there are some secrets best left unspoken," he said with a twinge of sadness in his eyes.

"I don't understand," I stated.

"Well..." he hesitated, "if word leaks into the public, you'll be recognized everywhere you go. I know how that feels, and it's very annoying. I wouldn't want to put you through that." I could tell there was some information he wasn't telling me, but I would badger him about it later.

"Okay," I answered.

He rose from the chair, producing another squeak, and left, leaving me to deal with my emotions of ecstasy.

A/N Just have to say that writing that poem was a HUGE accomplishment for moi. Say what you want. Hate on it. Constructive criticism. Etc. etc. Toodles, noodles, and annoying french poodles!