Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the Twilight characters.

The plot, however, is all mine.

Rated M for language

'We apologize for the inconvenience we've caused you, Miss Swan, but we had to make sure that you're trustworthy.'

"I…I…did you just say QUEEN?" I gaped at him in shock, feeling lightheaded all of a sudden.

'Yes.' He nodded. 'You are destined to rule our Kingdom alongside Jacob.'

Kingdom?

Seriously?

Sam chuckled and rose to his feet. 'Father is going to have a field day with this.' He remarked.

"But you told me our relationship was forbidden! You even warned me to stay away from him."

'I did, yes...but that was part of the test, and you have passed with flying colors.' Tristan replied.

'The forbidden aspect of your relationship is real though.' He added.

"What? That makes no sense whatsoever."

Hunter returned with my mother's safe in tow. He was smiling at me with an elated expression on his face.

'Give the girl a break, Tristan.' He interjected, placing the safe on the sand before guiding me to sit on top of it.

I didn't even realize that my hands were shaking until Hunter told me to relax and take a deep, calming breath.

'Are you okay?'

"Yeah. I just need a minute to process all of this."

The three men suddenly gathered around in a circle, making me feel like Frodo in the Fellowship of The Ring. Haha.

'The Queen is not going to be happy about this, Sam.'

'I know. She wants Jake to marry Oralius's daughter.'

'Over my dead body!' Tristan exclaimed, moving to stand in front of Sam. 'Her father is far from progressive and a first class racist.'

'I know, and if Cora finds out about Bella, she's not going to be happy.' Hunter chimed in.

'Ha! That's an understatement, my friend.'

'I agree.' Sam glanced in my direction with a distressed look on his face. 'She wants the royal bloodline to remain as pure as possible.'

"Umm…sorry to interrupt, but who's Cora?"

'She's Jacob's mother.' Tristan responded.

'I'm actually Jake's half-brother.' Sam clarified. 'He's Cora's only child and the sole heir to the throne.'

"So you and Jake share the same dad…'

'Exactly.' He nodded. 'Our parents got divorced years ago.'

"Oh. I'm sorry."

'Don't be. Cora was a very controlling mother. I'm glad my father had enough sense to leave her.'

'Controlling?' Hunter snorted. 'She makes me take off my shoes at the palace gates.'

'She's a bit cuckoo.' He revealed, much to my amusement.

"Really?"

'Yeah. She's also old-school and stuck in her ways.'

"Yikes."

Tristan tugged on his white hair in frustration, making me feel even more anxious.

It was obvious that Jake's mother was not a nice lady.

'We need a contingency plan.'

'Yes we do.' Sam exchanged glances with Hunter who was pacing back and forth in front of me.

"For what?"

'I'm afraid we're not authorized to answer this particular question, Miss Swan.'

"But I have TONS of questions!" I protested.

Hunter gave me an amused smile in return.

He was definitely January's type.

'Ask Prince Charming.' He grinned.

"Oh I will."

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Later that night, my newly appointed bodyguards walked me home and returned the safe to its original place.

My mother was still out with Jean Paul, giving them the opportunity to plant tiny, high-tech devices around the house.

Tristan told me that the devices were able to detect any non-human intruders within ten feet of the front gate.

'We will also appoint an Atlantean wolf to guard you.'

"Holy muffin! A Wolf?"

'Yes.' He raised my hand to his lips and kissed it. 'Atlantean wolves will guard you with their lives, Isabella. They're the reason Jacob is still alive.'

"Speaking of Jake, is he in on this whole thing?"

'Uh...not exactly.' Hunter ran his fingers through his shiny blonde hair.

My fingers were itching to touch it, just to see if it was real.

'Let's postpone this conversation for some other time, shall we?' Tristan smiled down at me before opening the front door.

'Yeah. We should get going anyway.'

Sam kissed my hand and followed him out of the house.

'Goodnight, Princess.'

"I'm not a Princess." I rolled my eyes at him.

Jesus, it's like I was Mia Thermopolis in the Princess Diaries.

'Jake's grandma sure thinks you are.' Hunter countered as he breezed past me, dropping a quick kiss on my forehead.

'Bye, Princess Bella!'

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My mother was both relieved and dumbfounded when she discovered that the safe was back.

She checked its contents and was pleased to find that nothing was stolen.

The police were just as shocked since there were no fingerprints and no evidence to suggest that someone had broken into our house in the first place.

The security cameras turned out to be of terrible quality so my mother vowed to upgrade our system and install motion sensors in the basement.

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I woke up the next morning feeling exhausted.

Pearl kept me company inside the bathroom, and a tiny toothbrush appeared in her little hand when she saw me brushing my own teeth.

'Do you do this often?'

"Yeah. Twice a day." I chuckled.

She looked so darn cute!

The silver ring started blinking with an incoming call but I told Pearl to ignore it.

'Prince Jacob is on the line, Miss Bella.'

"I know, just…tell him I'm busy."

The blue-haired mermaid disappeared for a while before popping in with a message from Jake.

'He says he wants to make sure you're okay. Especially after what happened last night.'

"Jesus." I sighed, feeling incredibly overwhelmed by everything.

"Tell him I'm fine and that I'll talk to him later."

Pearl nodded and vanished again, leaving me to my own thoughts on the matter.

Princess Bella…

Yeah, right…

Jake's grandmother must be delusional.

I refused to believe in the prophecy even if it meant that I was destined to be with Jake or whatever.

We were too young to be King and Queen anyways!

'Miss Bella?'

"Yes?"

'Prince Jacob misses you dearly.'

Aaaaw

"That's sweet, but I'm kinda mad at him right now."

'Why?'

"Because it doesn't say Prince on his Facebook profile."

I shrugged into my leather jacket and checked my reflection in the mirror.

The crescent-shaped mole was a photocopy of the one above Jake's upper lip. It was weird seeing it on my face.

'It doesn't say Princess on your profile either.' Pearl pointed out.

"I was being sarcastic, P. This whole royalty thing is so not my cup of tea."

'Why?'

"Because I'm no Kate Middleton, That's why."

'Duchess Catherine is married to the Duke of Cambridge but you will be married to the great King of Oceanus.'

"Oceanus?"

'Yes. Also known as the Mother Island, Oceanus is home to Prince Jacob and his family."

"Tell me more..."

'His mother, Queen Cora is the Supreme Ruler.'

"Do you have a photo of her Majesty?"

Pearl nodded and then showed me a digital picture of Jake's mother.

She was breathtakingly beautiful, with long raven hair and a glowing complexion.

Her golden crown was embellished with diamonds and sapphire, matching her almond blue eyes.

Jake had the same straight nose and high cheekbones, but definitely not her cold, icy stare.

"How old is she?"

'She's seventy-five years old.'

What the fudge!

"No way. She looks younger than my mother."

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College was a disaster.

I had a really hard time concentrating on anything.

January regarded me with suspicious eyes the entire time but didn't ask any questions. She was too busy making new friends and planning her upcoming birthday party.

I was lost in my own world to care, so I nodded every time she suggested something and ate my tuna sandwich in complete and utter silence.

My mother was already on her way to the airport when I got home.

She apparently had some urgent business to attend to in Paris so she texted me during history class and told me that our new alarm system had been successfully installed.

I was home alone for the first time in weeks and it didn't feel so great.

The doorbell rang a few hours later while I was having dinner in front of the TV.

I wasn't expecting any visitors so I cautiously looked through the peephole and found Jacob standing outside with roses in his hand.

"Shit…just a minute!"

I rushed upstairs to my bedroom, untying my messy ponytail along the way and ruffling my hair in the mirror while putting on my black silk kimono robe.

My nerves were on edge and my heart was beating faster than usual so I sprayed on more deodorant and rushed back downstairs to open the door.

"Your Highness." I curtseyed with trembling hands.

'Bella…there's no need for you to do that.' Jacob pulled me into his arms and kissed the top of my head.

I felt like I was seeing him in this whole new light and that made me feel incredibly nervous.

"Ok."

'Are you still mad at me?' He asked, tilting up my chin so I'd look him straight in the eye.

"Pearl told you, didn't she?"

'She tells me everything.'

"Well, I'm glad at least one if us is getting a healthy dose of honesty for a change." I hinted.

He gave me an apologetic smile in return and handed me the red roses. 'It wasn't my intention to keep things from you.'

"Yeah, I know, but…" I swallowed. "You're a Prince for God's sake!"

He chuckled in response but the situation was far from funny.

"Do you find this amusing? Huh?" I pulled away from him and fled to the kitchen. "Because I'm soooo not amused right now."

'Bells…'

He tried to grab my hand but I recoiled from his touch.

"Are you going to marry me against my will?"

'What?' He frowned.

"You heard me." I leaned against the marble counter. "Are you?"

'No! I'd never force you to do anything, honey.'

'Never.' He repeated.

"Good, because I don't wanna get married…"

Jacob cautiously approached me like I was about to explode in his face.

'Okay.' He nodded.

"I'm only eighteen."

'Christ, Bells. I'm not a dictator…'

"Yeah, but your mom sure sounds like one."

Jake pinched the bridge of his nose, my mini-freak out obviously freaking him out.

'Look, how about we discuss this over breakfast tomorrow?' He suggested.

"Breakfast?"

'Yes.' He moved closer to stand directly in front of me, his broad shoulders blocking my view of the kitchen. 'I'll make you Mustang-shaped pancakes.'

"Really?"

'Yes, really.' He grinned.

"Mmmm…sounds tempting." I licked my lips, imagining him in nothing but an apron.

My flaming cheeks must have given me away since Jacob smirked and leaned forward, his hands cautiously moving up my sides.

'Is that a yes, Bells?'

*Sigh*

How could I say no to this Royal beefcake?

"Yep."

'Great.' He smiled. 'You won't be disappointed.'

"We'll see." I inhaled his familiar scent, feeling my hormones rising to the surface.

They wanted him for dinner, and so did I.

'Very well then, I…'

"No." I cut him off. "You're not going anywhere."

'Bella…'

"Please stay the night." I toyed with the buttons on his black shirt, doing my best to seduce him with my innocent charm.

"I promise I'll behave…"

'It's not you I'm worried about.' He whispered in my ear, his deep voice flirting with my eardrums.

"Jesus, you sound like a cheap romance novel." I teased.

'Is that good or bad, Miss Swan?'

"Bad…" My hands roamed down his toned chest. "Definitely bad."

'Is your mother out of town?' He trapped my wandering hands beneath his own russet ones.

"Yeah…and I- I don't want to be alone tonight." I confessed.

Jacob swallowed thickly but I already knew his answer.

He was going to say yes!

'Alright, I'll stay.'

"Awesome!"

I led him upstairs to the guest bedroom, which was two doors down from my own room.

Jacob took one look at the bed and started laughing.

'We're going to need a bigger bed, Bells." He winked at me.

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Oh my God!

Did he just say we?