A/n: I said that I would update next weekend, and looky here! It's the next weekend! I'm actually surprised. Let's see how this chapter goes eh? Oh, but ya'll need to have patience with me because I'm getting bogged down with homework. So yeah.

Bella woke with Edward's arm draped over her, along with furs. She stretched and gently removed his arm before padding to the table for some fruit. Biting into an apple she stood in the same clothes from last night, looking out the window. It had gone well considering her luck. Surprisingly well. Looking back at the fruit she noticed a knife and blandly wondered what it was doing there. I suppose it's just Edward's belt knife.

"What are you doing up love?" Edward's voice was rough from just waking up, and Bella turned to smile softly.

"I was hungry." He smiled back and motioned for her to return to bed, which she did willingly. He took a bite from her apple, and they finished it together before Bella changed into a dress, only then realizing that Edward was naked. Surprise crossed her features as she looked at him.

"I wasn't comfortable."

There was a halt in conversation as he watched her brush her hair at the table. Again he motioned for her to return to him, and again she obeyed. They sat with each other, just resting for a long time before Bella interrupted.

"Edward, where's Daniel? I didn't see him at all yesterday. Did he get hurt? Is he okay?" With each question panic snuck into her voice until she grabbed fistfuls of her dress, and she bit her lip, brow crinkled. Edward didn't know how to respond. He had thought…he choked back a sob and roughly gathered his wife into his arms, burying his face into her hair, feeling tears leak from his eyes.

"Edward? Love what's wrong? He's on the mend ri-,"

"He'll never be on the mend Isabella. Daniel's…Daniel's…" He couldn't make himself finish the sentence and he felt Bella go rigid with realization. Her hand, which had drifted up to cradle his cheek, fell limply to the bed.

"He's dead?" Bella's voice rose an octave and she felt Edward's arms tighten around her. She felt numb. The energetic little creature with which she had begun to think of her own had left the earth? Without her knowing? She felt a stab in her heart, another fragment fall into a black hole in her chest, a piece she would never be able to retrieve.

Daniel…

"Edward, I can't breath." He loosened his arms in surprise at her unemotional voice, something she had expected and wanted. She jumped up and ran to the table, grabbing the knife before dashing out of the room, ignoring Edward's calls.

She would get payback.

…

Michael sat in his puddle of misery and pain, squinting as the door opened to an obviously female figure. When his eyes adjusted to the burst of light he grinned.

"Can't get enough of me can you? Understandable." His voice was a harsh rasp, due to lack of water.

"How could you? He was just a child!" Her scream echoed of the walls, hurting Michael's ears. What was she going on about?

"What are you talking about?"

"Not worth your memory is he? Since he's a child he can afford to be forgotten? I refuse to forget what you have done to Daniel! Forgiveness is not an option this time!"

She darted forward and slashed wildly at his throat, which he narrowly dodged, jostling his arms which had no skin on them due to the torture Edward had chosen. He yelped in pain before Bella plunged the knife into his chest.

…

He had rushed after her, trying to catch up, but servants had gotten in the way, asking why the princess had run with such a frightening look on her face, and why he was running about only in trousers.

"I've not the time to explain!" He called out before sprinting towards Michael's prison. He arrived just in time to see Bella plunge the knife into him for the tenth time. Her blue dress was splattered with a dark substance-blood- her hands were red and her eyes were crazed.

Michael on the other hand was resting in his own pool of blood, his blond hair darkened with his blood, face pale with blue eyes wide. He looked surprised.

Bella dropped the knife after stabbing him one last time, blood red hands shaking before she pressed them against her face, fright evident in every line of her body.

"Oh my god…" Only at that moment did she seem to take in what she had done, killing a man.

Edward could find no fault in her actions, not that he tried. He felt that she deserved the right to kill the man who had raped her, although he would have rather done it himself, for his son. He crouched beside Bella and her hands left bloody hand prints on his pale chest, but he couldn't care less.

"It's okay love, you finished it…you finished it…" Her sobs filled the air and her body wracked violently. She could only say one thing, and it didn't surprise Edward.

Daniel.

Always thinking of others, not herself. The most unselfish person he had ever met. She had killed the man who had raped her, but she had done it not for herself, but for Daniel.

He understood perfectly. Perfectly. And he waited until Bella fell asleep to get to his stiff legs, leaving the bloody room with Bella in his arms, telling the servants he passed to please clean the mess up. Their eyes widened but they rushed to their task, shocked by the sight of their royalty covered in blood.

…

Edward slipped the dress off of Bella and wiped her gently with a rag, getting the blood stains off of her hands and face, before putting her into her chemise and carrying her to bed. He wiped himself down too, and lay down next to Bella, letting his eyes close slowly.

He was becoming a caretaker for Bella, but he had agreed to it in his vows, and god smite him if he break them.

…

Bella had not left the room since she had killed Michael, wasting away, refusing to eat, and when she tried only throwing it up. Five days later Alice went into labor, and requested, more like demanded, that Bella be there. So Bella left, face ashen and hair dull, hunched forward as if walking straight into a great gust of wind.

She stayed with Alice through it all, even the cussing which surprised the servants. Her vocabulary was surprisingly large.

After fourteen hours of labor, Alice gave birth to a beautiful boy, who both Alice and Jasper agreed to name Enzo. He had a little tuft of hair already, and Alice smiled gently at him before handing him to Bella.

"No I can't-,"

"You can and you will hold my child. Don't be squeamish Bella. There you go…" Bella held the baby with ease, but her face was tense. What if she managed to hurt this child also? Would Alice do the same thing that she had done to Michael?

With such grim thoughts she gently thrust the baby at Jasper, who took him gladly before walking quickly out of the room.

…

When rounding a corner she practically ran into a woman her age.

"I apologize for my clumsiness. Are you-,"

"Are you Isabella of Condre?"

"Yes…" Not knowing why someone would want her until she got a slap across the face, and the woman had tears leaking from her eyes.

"You evil woman! You seduced my husband!"

"Husband? My lady, I know nothing of what you insinuate."

"Michael! Michael of Banfea!" Realization hit as hard as the slap Bella had just received.

So this was Jessica of Banfea.