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I can't apologize enough for the lateness of this update. Between houseguests, birthday, doctor's appointment and a hard drive issue, I couldn't get myself online to write.

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And as always, Stephenie Meyer owns the characters. I just borrow them for a bit.
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Chapter 36: The Alfie Solution
From previous chapter:

"Bella, are you nuts. You'll be world famous. The princess who found King Arthur's sword," she exhales.

"My point exactly. I don't want that. I don't want people up my ass. What kind of life is that?" I start to hyperventilate.

Edward holds me close to his chest. "It's okay. Just breathe," he whispers into my ear. "I'm right here."

"What would I do without you?" I whimper. "Oh God, Edward, I don't need that kind of exposure. I just want to live in Forks with you."

"It's fine. We'll find a way to turn this around." Edward looks at Alfie, as he hangs his head. "We'll think of something."

Alfie looks up at me. "Bella, I just might have that something."

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I'm not a very patient person. Well, really I am, but right now I don't want to wait until the morning to hear Alfie's solution. What could he do to change my problem?

"You're going to rip your bottom lip off. Come to bed," Edward begs.

I turn to see him sitting with his head up against the bedrest, arms across his chest and legs underneath the sheets and blankets. He looks so cozy and warm. Oh, so tempting.

I pace at the foot of the bed. "What do you think Alfie has in mind?"

"I don't know." He watches me roam back and forth. "Bella, you're going to wear the rug out."

"I can't sleep, Edward. Charlie hasn't called either. I have all this nervous energy," I hype.

He smiles broadly. "Well, now that I'm up, I can keep you occupied." Oh, he wiggles his eyebrows.

"Stop that! You look like Jasper!" I complain.

He grumbles, "I look nothing like Jasper!"

Edward flips the covers open and I get into bed, curling up into my Edward pocket. He starts to rub my arms from my shoulders to my wrists. Oh, very suggestively the flirt machine is on. His erection is drills into my backside. Like "Hey, Honey, I'm here!"

I sigh, turn to face him and wrap my arms around his neck. "Are you a little frisky there, big boy?"

He kisses my neck. "I thought I would relieve some of your tension..." Kisses my ear. "Right there. And..." Kisses my jawline. "Oh, and right here. Such a lot of tension..." He kisses my collar bone to between my breasts. "Let me savor this taste, Bella." He pulls my tank top off, runs his tongue over both my nipples and mumbles, while he bites and sucks. "Oh yeah, these needed some attention. Now, they're nice and perky."

"Perky, huh?" I drawl.

"Very." He drags his tongue to circle my belly button. Dipping his tongue in and out, he slides his hand into my panties and attacks my clit with full force.

I really didn't want this, but Edward's plea seals the deal. I can't stop him now. He's got his mojo on and who am I to deny him?

He does this swirly movement with his tongue all the way down to my pearly gates, opens my lips with his fingers, flatly places his tongue on me and licks up and down through my heavenly pathway and I gasp.

"Now, that's my girl. About time you got into the game!" Edward mumbles through my hedges.

I can barely breathe. "Oh, don't stop doing that. Oh. Oh. Edward. Yikes. oooooooo. Yessss. Hmmmm. Oh, do that again." I pull his hair and he yelps. "Sorry, but keep doing that. Yes, just like that. Oh yeah. Oh yeah." I pound my fist on the bed, grabs up the sheets and yelp some more. "Right there. Right there. Right there. No, no, do that again. Edward." I squeeze his head between my knees with great force.

He picks up his drippy face and moans, "Bella, watch the knees. You're clipping my ears."

I look down at him. "Sorry. It just feels so good, Edward." I smile. "Please, don't stop."

Two of his fingers dig up inside and curl into my g-spot. He is relentless in his perpetual plunging, along with his tantalizing tongue exercises over my vibrating vag. I continue on with my prattling pleasure. Nice set of words, huh? "Edward, I'm almost close. Well, I think I'm close. I'm just so tingly. Is it warm in here? Ooooo, don't stop that. Ooooo." I start to pant. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." I beat my fist on the mattress, over and over, patting it hard with my palms. "Don't you dare stop that. I'm right there. Right there. Right..." And I explode. Well, more like disintegrate in tiny, little particles. Dust in the sunlight. My head melts into the sweat laden pillow and I bathe in the aftermath of clitoral contentment. My girly bits smile. I shake my head, envisioning my vagina with teeth. Edward would love it to have teeth.

Oh, my simian man crawls up my worn body like a squirrel monkey, planting kisses around my belly button, underneath my breasts. Attacking my nipples, sucking hard, almost painfully so, he arouses that tingly feeling, again. I feel a build up of tummy knots.

"God, you're so beautiful, when you come," he declares.

I pant, "How can I look good with my face all scrunched up?"

Holding his copious cock in his right hand, he righteously rubs my
luscious, leaking labia... Maybe this is a bit too much? Hey, when I'm all nervous, I get silly. Let me take a deep breath... ahhh, okay.

Edward continues to stroke his head over my clit. The excitement rises again.

"I want you, Baby," he whispers into my ear and I spread my legs for his welcome entrance.

Edward slowly dips into me. My walls expand and surround his shaft. Moving slowly, he arranges his elbows on each side of my head. Kissing my neck, he whispers over and over, "I love you."

I whimper back an "I love you", but the feeling is too intense. We both fall together.

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With the tide low, Edward, Jasper, Alice and I walk to the castle to meet up with Alfie. His morning cheer and promise of a solution put a skip to my walk.

Sitting on the front bench, Alfie gets up to greet us and we follow him into the blue sitting room.

I look at him with wonderment. "Okay, what's this big solution you've come up with?"

Edward and I sit on one sofa, as Jasper and Alice sit on the other. Alfie paces.

"Princess ...um, Bella. I started thinking about all the things her BaronAss banned from the castle. And the things she refused to acknowledge. It always was what she wanted. And any other relatives were cast away," he explains. "And when you showed up here, I started to think of those other relatives. But you are the true princess. Anyone else was completely under her BaronAss."

Edward interjects, "So what's the point, Alfie? Bella is basically stuck in a situation she doesn't want."

Alice mumbles, "I'd like to be stuck like that."

Alfie turns his head towards Edward. "No, she's not."

I stare.

"You have a cousin, Bella," Alfie confesses. "She has kept herself out of reach and away. Sybil hurt so many. So, will you hear me out? Listen to my plan?"

I nod my head.

"Years ago, before Bar... Sybil came to the castle, you had relatives that lived here."

I interrupt, "Who? Where are they?"

"Wait. Wait. Let me finish."

I nod. "Okay."

"The castle was (is) owned by the St. Auburn family. You are a descendant of this family. But there is one who is a direct descendant."
He gets up and gestures. "Please, wait here."

Alfie leaves the room. I look at Edward and he shakes his head. Alice still moans over the royal line I am giving up. And Jasper watches the doorway with intense eyes.

A few minutes pass and Alfie enters the room with a petite brunette, wearing dirty, torn clothing and worn shoes. She follows him close behind. Her head is down, but long strands of dark hair peek out from her hood.

I get up, stand in front of her and, as she lifts her face, I step back. Her eyes are wide and chocolate in color. Her heart-shaped face, plump bow lips, her small upturned nose, a few freckles and the same tiny body frame mirror my image. We aren't exactly alike, but we could pass for twins.

Alfie clears his throat and takes a deep breath. "Princess Isabella, may I present to you your cousin, Isabella St. Auburn."

She starts to curtsey and I stop her. "No, Isabella. I should be the one bowing to you."

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After a hot meal, shower and a change of clothes, my cousin Isabella, relaxes on one of the sofas. I must say my skinny jeans and sweater look great on her. She sits straight with her hands in her lap, very proper in her posture.

In a small, proper tiny voice, Isabella softly speaks, "I am grateful to your hospitality. Thank you for the clothing."

Edward and I walk closer to the sofa and sit with her. He looks at her and to me, over and over. "God, Bella, the resemblance is uncanny," he barely whispers.

And Alfie excitedly jumps right in from the other side of the room, "That's what I am counting on!"

I frown and ask, "How do you mean, Alfie?"

"Well..." he points to Isabella, "people could easily take her for you. Not many people actually spoke with you here in Cornwall, right?" I nod my head. " Other than, Judy and Paul. And I know they will go along with my plan."

Edward asks, as he leans his elbows on his thighs, "Which is?"

"Simple. We switch the cousins. Isabella can live in the castle. We let people know that it was Isabella that had the maps. She found the treasure and the sword. And you, Bella, can go home." He looks at me. "Assuming you really want to do this and give up your royal title."

Isabella turns to me and grabs my hands. Her soft voice sincerely pleads, "Bella, I can't understand why you would give me so much and bestow all the honors to me." She lowers her head and sniffs. "I have been a peasant on the streets, since Sybil tossed my family by the wayside."

"I don't know why your family allowed her to do that." I shake my head.

"She had an army of pirates at her disposal." She stammers, "Angus killed my parents."

I think the air expels out of my lungs in a slow wheeze and I look at her with every ounce of sympathy. "I'm so sorry. And you have been alone?"

She clears her throat and looks directly into my eyes. "I was with my grandmother for a while."

My eyes widen and I blurt out, "Where is she now?"

I watch as tears well up into the corners of her eyes, as she twists her fingers and I know.

"My Gram had the chills." She looks at Alfie and he nods his head. "I went to Alfie. We took her to hospital, but she didn't...," she fades into a whisper. "Um, Alfie wanted me to stay with him, but I was afraid with Sybil
about. I wouldn't have been safe." She coughs, shifts in her seat and runs a hand through her hair. "I ran off."

I look at Alfie, "But you knew where to find her?"

"I knew I could get word to Isabella from a few people on the street."

"But why didn't you tell me about her, after Sybil was taken away?" I ask.

"I had to make sure you would accept Isabella. She's been hurt enough. Then, you approached me with the map. The introductions didn't present themselves, until you told me you didn't want your title," he explains.

Jasper mumbles into Alice's ear, "This is so fucked up."

I snap, "I heard that!"

I ignore Jasper's little tantrum and Alice's smug faces. "So, how do you want to work all of this, Alfie?"

He smiles. "Well, we have the truth and the fabricated truth. It's up to you."

"And Isabella," I add.

"Since the news is saturated with Sybil's indiscretions, the Royal family will be up in arms. I'm sure they are fit to be tied. They will expect a Royal from Cornwall to address the public and save face." Alfie sighs heavily.

"There's only a handful of people who have seen me," I comment. "We can organize a news conference for Isabella. She can explain how she was forced into exile and banished from her home. Talk about her fear over the continuous threats on her life and the death of her parents by Angus. That was probably guided by Sybil's insecurities. And she can make the announcement of finding Excalibur with you, Alfie. That alone, will take the heat off the Royal family and Sybil's stupidity for mucking up the blue bloods."

"I will stand in the background. This is all for Isabella," Alfie wavers.

"Why would you do that?" I ask.

"Like you, I made little of my title," Alfie grumbles.

I look at Alfie and can't open my mouth. I think my jaw just fell into my lap. "What?"

"He's Uncle Alfie, to me, Bella." Isabella interjects quietly, while moving over to Alfie and grabbing his hand.

I stand up and pace the room. "Did you just conveniently forget to tell me we were related, too?" I glare at him.

"He's my grandmother's brother." Isabella looks me in the eye.

Jasper blows out a wade of air and draws out the word, "Ffffffuck!"

Alice with open mouth and wipe eyes mumbles, "Yeah, what he said."

I just go sit back next to Edward and let him keep me from shattering into little pieces. I lay my head on his shoulder.

Alfie continues, "Like you, I never claimed my title, Bella. I stayed in the background of my wife." He hangs his head and leans his forearms over his thighs.

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With no call from Charlie and no answer from his phone, I pack our bags, while Edward and Alfie set our plan in motion.

It's nice to have Isabella's company. She sits on the bed, as I fold my clothes and places them in my suitcase.
Isabella crosses one leg over the other. "I'm a little scared about all of this."

In the middle of a fold, I throw my shirt down and sit next to her. "You'll be fine. Alfie won't let you down." I poke her in the ribs. "Just get ready to rub your little Royal hiney with the rest of the blue bloods." I smile broadly and she giggles.

"I wish you would stay," Isabella pleads.

I sigh. "I really can't I have my own dirty business back home." I laugh. "But you could visit."

"You'd want me to come the States?"

"Yeah, we have lots of rain, too. You'd feel right at home," I kid. "Yes. Of course." I poke her, again. "We're twin princesses!"

Alfie and Edward walk into the room with smiling faces.

"I assume it went well?"

Edward hugs me and takes a deep breath. "Let's go home."

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Jasper and Alice sit across from Edward and me, as we wait for our plane to board.

All televisions blink on and all eyes fix on the screen.

The announcer reports, "Breaking news from St. Michael's Mount today. After an hour-long, news conference, Princess Isabella Marie St. Auburn told her ominous tale of exile and murder. The Baroness Sybil St. Auburn banished the princess and her family from the castle and threatened their meager existence, two years ago. With her parents murdered, her grandmother fallen to a fatal illness, the princess fearfully hid for her life. Here is an excerpt from that conference."

Isabella nervously stands behind a podium, reading her statement, "With the help of friends, we were able to expose Baroness Sybil St. Auburn's dealings with Angus McTavish and a group of rebel criminals. My uncle uncovered a map from the underground train station and he single- handedly found the lost Royal crown and King Arthur's," she pauses and looks into the camera, "Excalibur."

Everyone around us gasps and shouts out. Our gate opens and we quickly make our escape.

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Finally, Jasper, Alice Edward and Bella return home. So what will be waiting for them?

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You know every time I update, I list some recs. Well, I want to do something different this time and rec one fic. Like me, she too doesn't have many reviews and I want to help give her some exposure.
So, check out this story. You won't be sorry.
Spoonful of Lemon by Babyward
Summary: Painfully shy, Bella has lusted after her delectable neighbor for a long time. She manages to break out of her insular existence and begins to pursue him with some delicious cupcakes. Can they live happily ever after?

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