A/N: Alright, another in-between chapter, this time of Edward telling his mother, Queen Elizabeth, that he was going to marry Bella. Of course, what they don't know is that Queen Elizabeth wants Edward to marry Bella. Dramatic Irony, as my Language Arts teacher would say. Anyway, ENJOY!
Bella's POV:
I was outside, waiting for Edward to come out from his mother's room to tell me if the Queen agreed to allow him to marry me or not.
I looked out at the courtyard and smiled. If all went well, I would help Edward rule his land someday.
"My Bella." I turned to see Edward, my prince, walking toward me, his hands behind his back.
"What did she say?" I asked as he reached me. Edward wrapped one arm around me, still keeping one hand behind his back
Prince Edward moved his hand from behind his back and showed me what he was holing.
I gasped. In his hand was a ring. It had a yellow-gold setting, and a few sparkling emeralds on either side, and in the middle was a diamond. It was an oval shape, and in the middle of it was the crest—a roaring lion.
"Oh, Edward," I said breathlessly as he slipped the ring onto my third finger. "It is beautiful."
"It was my mother's, but she agreed that, since I am nearing the age of an adult, I should give it to the woman I love—and that happens to be you," Edward smiled at me.
I returned the smile and rested my head on his chest. Edward wrapped both his arms around me as I admired the ring—my ring.
"Everything will be alright," I stated. I was saying it out loud more for myself then to him.
"I know, my love," Edward said, still holding me tight. "I know."
A few weeks later; right after the wedding (because I suck at writing wedding scenes)
Bella's POV: (still)
I was still wearing my wedding dress. It was gorgeous, of course, but not very breathable. The waist on it was miniscule. The corset I was wearing must have been tied as tight as it could possibly go.
"Need help with that, love?"
I smiled. "There must me one-million buttons on the back of this dress," I complained. Edward started undoing the buttons as I held my hair up. "I do not know how your mother wore this dress at her wedding."
"She was younger, so I assume she was a tad bit thinner," Edward said. He had finished with the buttons by this point and was going to untie the corset. "Um..."
"Pull the strings at the top," I told him, stifling a laugh. I felt the stings being tugged—momentarily making the corset tighter—and finally the corset loosened. "Ah," I sighed as I could breathe again.
"Is it really that painful?" Edward asked.
"Yes. Probably worse then a man getting kicked in the unmentionables is," I replied.
"I highly doubt that."
"Do you want to test that theory?" I offered. "You put on that corset on the tightest it can go, and tell me if it hurts more then being kicked."
"I think not," Edward said with a laugh, leading me to the bed that was now...ours...
I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before twisting out of his arm and walking to the cedar wardrobe—where all my clothes had been conveniently placed before the wedding—and got changed into my night-clothes.
Edward turned away politely as I dressed, and when I was decent (well, decent enough for my husband), I went to the bed that was ours.
"How does it feel, knowing that you will be queen?" Edward asked. "Is it as horrid as you thought it would be?"
"Actually, I think I might enjoy it." At the wedding, I had gotten to know a few noble-women who could have been in my place, marrying Prince Edward. They were all very kind, and I would not have been completely heartbroken if he had chosen one of them. They were nice, and he would have been...content...with them, but I was happy he chose me.
Edward smiled and pulled me into his arms.
"I am glad you think so," he whispered in my ear. He repositioned himself and pressed his lips to mine.
I returned the kiss, and we stayed together through the entire night in our embrace.
"Edward," I sighed at near-dawn.
"Yes, my Bella?"
"I am sorry it took me so long to accept that I was going to be queen. I was just scared..."
"Hush," was all he said. "I know, love." And he pressed his lips back to mine.
A/N: Before anyone asks it, yes. They were up all night for a reason. And my hands won't let me type it. The next chapter is right after Edward becomes king (his mother, unfortunately died, but this is needed). Enjoy!