Usually I leave Author Note's at the end but bear with me.

Please enjoy my needy obsession of creative liberty of twilight meshed with the plot of "Who made me a princess" manga. It will be more Twilight immersed when she grows up more. But this will be more family focused with some romance and of course, drama.

Warning: Twilight characters will be out of character but still will keep some attributes. I am writing this because the manga I am reading is breaking my heart that I need to resolve some issues on this fanfic hahaha

I Will Survive as Princess Jessica

Part I

At first, I didn't understand the world I was reborn into. But that was because I was a baby.

The first memory my adult brain could recall in this new life was of a boot connecting with my stomach. No, it wasn't a soft touch. Not forceful enough to kill me either. But it hurt. I felt real pain and I cried as a result.

From that moment on, my adult mind was on alert. I observed the environment around me as I could. I listened intently to maids conversing around me. After weeks of collecting intel, I surmised I was born a princess. Yet I had never seen my parents once. I corrected this understanding when my favorite maid (Sue) bottle feeding me murmured what a tragedy it was my mother died in birth and that my father loathed me. She promised to protect me as much as she could. I believed her but wondered why I would be killed in one tragic life just to be born into another. I tried to look on the bright side though that the princess title could mean a life of ease. Compared to being an orphan and bouncing around foster home to foster home in my last life, this one could be cushy.

When I turned 6 months old, that is when I truly began to understand what tragedy I was born into.

"Princess, you're half a years old today," Sue cooed while cradling me in her arms. I babbled and giggled to please her. "Would you like to see a book of the royals? Your family. Despite what others say?"

I had no desire to but she didn't know that. So she carried me over to my second favorite parlor room that had this ridiculous theme of frilly and pink everything. After laying me on the pink velvet couch, I watched her lean over to withdraw a thick and dusty dark green book from under the glass coffee table. She blew off the dust, revealing shiny gold markings on the cover. She then patted the book in what looked like appreciation that it was still holding together despite its mangled spine. It was in poor condition for a book about the royals. As if no one ever cared for the history of this kingdom I was born into.

She scooped me up from the couch and set me up right in her lap with her left hand while holding the book in her right. Once I was set up right and displaying my newly developed ability of holding myself up straight and sit still, she opened the crusty book towards the back of it.

She thumbed a few pages in the back before exclaiming, "Yes, here it is."

All I saw was a regal looking man dressed in garbs fitting of a royal. He had dark, thick hair and a bold mustache on his handsome face. He looked so serious with his deep frown ever so slightly masked by his mustache. Or maybe it was better to say he looked unhappy in a portrait by himself. But who was he?

"This is you're father, Princess Jessica. King Charlie Swan. I wish there was a picture of your mother but I am aware of none. She was one of the most beautiful women in this land. Her brown hair was lovely and bright with tints of caramel and auburn. Just like your own hair as it is growing out." I broke out into a coughing fit unfitting for a Princess as I connected that the King's name was just like a character from the Twilight book series. It made me wonder what sort of twisted world I was reborn into.

When I recovered and returned to babbling to ease Sue's mind, she continued to ramble on about the subject. "Your mother...I served her once upon a time. No one in the kingdom speaks of her though, especially to the King. I should not say why because all I can do is speculate. But her name was Carmela Stanley. She came to court as an ambassador from a far away kingdom. She was magnanimous." Sue started to choke on her words and I don't know how to comfort her. I wasn't sad because this lady wasn't my real mother, but I leaned back into Sue and craned my head up while mustering the biggest three baby teeth smile I could display. Her reaction was as I expected. She laughed while wiping away her tears before dropping the book to embrace me. It was a small comfort but I was happy to provide it. I really did like Sue.

"I am glad he let you at least live on the grounds of the New Moon Estate. It's the most worthless grounds in the Twilight Palace, but it's our home. I will always make you feel like a princess here."

Her words were so kind and genuine that it took me a few seconds to absorb what she had said. The familiarity of certain aspects of my life began to play out in front of my very eyes.

My mother died during child birth.

The king, my father, hates me and wants nothing to do with me. (I am honestly surprised I haven't been killed yet by the way the maids gossip about this subject)

I live in the worst estate on the palace grounds. My maids half heartedly serve or care for me, except Sue. (Who treats me as if I was her own daughter)

Why on earth does this life sound eerily similar to a subplot of my favorite manga series, Love Breaks Boundaries?!

A romance manga where the heroine is a secret daughter of the cruel King. Their relationship thaws his heart and after some trials and tribulations, she gets a happy endings with a doting father and marrying the male lead.

But! (Gasp!)

One cannot forget the protagonist's half-sister, the other princess, who was known about being his daughter from the beginning. Who got screwed over in the storyline at every opportunity her character came up in and eventually was killed in the end because of an unfortunate misunderstanding. That! That sounds a lot like who I was born as. But the character names are different!? What if every important character here is a Twilight character?! I raised me head back up to Sue's kind face. I never took notice before of her darker colored skin that was different than most in the palace, her midnight black hair and beautiful brown eyes. The name Sue and her look reminded me of...Sue Clearwater!

Twilight!

Sue mistook my gasp as one of enjoyment.

What version of hell have I been cast into?!

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After I became aware of that hideous knowledge, I spent my time plotting. It was mostly unproductive since I couldn't record any thoughts or plans. But I made sure the really good ideas stuck around.

In a nutshell, I had to survive until I could escape. That was the real end game. Because no way in hell was I submitting to the bad ending of being killed by Charlie Swan.

When I re-pieced the manga together as best as I could, I could only make assumptions about what twilight characters I saw fitting in each role. The most obvious, Bella was the protagonist. My half-sister who unintentionally would become my undoing once introduced to the king at 15 years old. Ideally, I would make my escape before that plot point kicks off. Worst case, I escape around my 18th birthday before I am falsely accused of poisoning Bella and beheaded by Charlie for it.

Edward seemed only fitting for the male lead's role. Bella was in the care of his father which I hoped wasn't Carlisle because in the manga the guy's father was swarmy and always scheming. That didn't seem fitting for Carlisle Cullen. But I supposed Charlie being a heartless monster wasn't fitting for his character either. Anyways, Edward and Bella would become engaged in that happy ending which matched the Breaking Dawn ending.

Then there was Jacob...I had no idea how he would fit in unless he was a noble's son fool heartedly ploying for Bella's hand. I would keep my eyes out for him if I was still around when the Debutant Ball (Yikes!) rolled around when Bella's character comes into play (the real starting point of Love Breaks Boundaries). But if I could help it, I would be out before anything starting unfolding in the main plot of the story. Whatever I could avoid would help me succeed in surviving and hopefully living past 18 years old in this new life.

I really didn't care to dwell on how other Twilight characters would come into play. Ideally, I would avoid them all. Keep up my annonomity to the King until I escape. My character, called Jessica (aka Jessica Stanley-duh!) in this world, wasn't suppose to have her first run in with him by chance until she was 8. So I had years to come up with all reasons to avoid that event.

But everything didn't go according to the plan I developed during the first year of my life.

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At five years old, I had become a pro at hoarding valuable objects that no one would miss around the estate. I had to be subtle and not greedy or my stash would be found out. Once my collection grew too large to keep under a loose floorboard in my bedroom, I set out within the grounds of New Moon to find a new hiding place. Hopefully less inconspicuous because on rare occasions I caught Sue eyeing the general area of my secret hiding place with minor concern.

The importance of my ever growing collection was my to fund my escape and new start in a new place. I couldn't take off until I could pass as a street kid who could take care of themself like in the story Aladdin. Then I would settle in some dreamy farm town and work the land or do something to make a living. Then grow to the ripe old age of 46 which was sadly a common lifespan outside the palace. It was all I could dream of.

Wondering the grounds today was tiresome on my small legs. Despite having an adult mind, I had to accept the limitations of a child's body. I pushed forward with the drive that my problem of where to store my treasures had to be taken care of today.

My desire to find a secluded spot was my downfall. Because in the end, I was lost and tired. I sat in a field of gardens I found myself in and sighed to myself while patting the hem of my blue dress. Sue referred to the dress color as cornflower blue when she dressed me today. Which seemed silly at first until I recalled that was a name of a color in my last life as well. The importance of the color of my dress was that it matched my eyes that I inherited from mother. Blue eyes were said to be rare in this world.

My fingers traced down from the poofy sleeves of my dress to the white buttons on the upper part of my dress perfectly spaced in a straight line to my waist. The bottom portion of dress flared out for enough room for movement but not too big as one would expect for a princess's clothes. But that wasbecause these were scraps put together by my maids since the King hardly provided any funds for my care.

I clicked my scuffed, white ankle length boots together before pushing myself up off the grass. Even if I was lost, I was determined to find a hiding place still for my financial security.

Once I past the tulips and posies field I took my break in, I found a tall tree with a thick base that stood out from the rest of the trees around it. Shaking my head around the area in awe, I realized its distinction made it the best place to hide my treasures...if I could map my way back to my estate again.

I chose to dig my hole on the side of the tree not facing the direction of the flower fields. Before I began to dig, I assessed my clean nail beds. If I was to return with dirt in them...Sue would scrub them until kingdom come while grilling me about what I was doing that was unbecoming for a princess. Unsure how to proceed, I reassessed my dirty boots. And thus, I found my digging tool.

After thirty minutes and several mini breaks, I found myself staring in pride at my beautiful hole. For the first time since taking off on this trip, I removed the sack from my back holding an absurd amount of costly trinkets- which made my journey that much more difficult.

I shoved the sack into the hole and refilled it with care. Each pile of dirt I poured back in the hole with my boot I infused all my hopes, wishes and dreams to make it out of this life alive. This hole contained a crucial part to my plan. If anything were to ever happen to my valuables hoard...a shiver trailed up my spine and worked its way into my heart.

The coverage of my hole was sloppy and I made a mental note to next time bring a handkerchief so I could smooth it out while avoiding dirtying my fingers.

When my mission was complete, it really sank on how lost I was. While I wondered around in beautiful gardens, green grass under my feet and a blue, clear sky over my head, I had this cloud of dread start taking form over me. I had to get back to my estate but was as lost as lost could be. I had never ventured this far away before. So when I stumbled upon an unfamiliar building made of stone, I wondered through the pillars hoping to find someone or something to clue me into where I was. But in my search, I could not ignore the beauty of the place I found myself in. I was most drawn to the fountain in the center of this open building well hidden by tall trees and massive bushes.

"What do you think you are doing here?" Steel cut words broke the current illusion of my surrounding and slapped me with the cold, hard reality that I was trespassing somewhere a forgotten princess should not be.

I turned around to only recognize I made the biggest mistake of my life today as the face of the King came into my view. Despite seeing his portrait at 6 months old, it was a face I could never forget. Because he would be my ruin. My bad ending.

Unsure wether to cry from shock and terror of my misfortune or to scream and run away, I remained paralyzed in fear as my throat closed up. I couldn't speak even if I had wished to. Anything I could say would be my downfall and would cause my demise here and now.

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"You look familiar. Almost like..." The King's dark brown eyes scrutinized me like a loaded gun. I was just waiting for him to pull the trigger and sentence me to death.

"That wench." His words weren't bitter but disgusted at the mere thought or mention of what I presumed was my mother in this life.

I flinched when he approached closer and bent over to touch my chin with his right hand. "If I recall...she named you Jessica." He crouched down to meet my eye level and I couldn't fight my body's reaction to tremble before meeting eyes that were picking me apart with their hate for me.

"Why are you in my palace you filthy little thing?" I looked down at my dress smeared in dirt at least four inches up from the hem and my now brown, right boot.

My bottom lip quivered as my mind raced how to answer his question.

Before I could though, another man appeared from the shadows and offered an explanation. "Maybe she got lost during play time?" I looked at my savior and downplayed my shock when I observed his skin color was akin to Sue's. I didn't want to jump to any conclusions, but wondered if he was a Twilight character?!

Wanting to nod in agreement, I forgot to do so when the King picked me up with his own two hands and thrust me into the arms of my savior.

"Perhaps. Carry her. I will have tea with this uninvited guest."

I looked at the startled and apprehensive face of my savior as he looked at me. Accepting his responsibility, he gently repositioned his hands to hold me with the care of someone who knew how to handle a child.

"Quicken your pace, Sam. The pudgey nuisance shouldn't keep you from trailing me in close proximity."

"Right away, your majesty."

Hello Sam Uley.

I clung tighter in his grip wondering if he would be a good person in this world too and wouldn't let me die at five years old.

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"Is she a mute? Why can't she speak?"

My eyes shifted uncomfortably around the room. Landing on every fancy decoration from gold trimmings, intricate antiques, the crimson wall paper with flecks of silver, the elaborate carpet that depicted lethal animals in gold...every where but his face. Sam stood behind the King and whispered something while I trained my eyes to focus on the cakes and tea in front of me. It all looked heavenly. Far surpassing the sweets I had eaten in my five years of life thus far.

When my eyes mistakenly fell on the King's face, his bored expression sounded of alarms in my head if that could be a reason for him to kill me. I was boring him!

"I can talk," I rasped through vocal cords still working against me in wishful thinking that silence was self-preservation in this current situation.

"Why hadn't you before?"

I squirmed under his scrutinizing eyes, wondering what valid excuse would seem remotely plausible.

Once again though, Sam stepped into save me. "Pardon me, your majesty, she may just be shy. It's supposed to be common for girls of young age."

I forced a fake smile to confirm Sam's assessment was correct. The King just stared back, unimpressed and unblinking.

"Sam, leave us."

And with three words, I saw my life flash before my very eyes. I silently begged Sam not to abandon me. I pleaded my silent wish with my eyes. If he just would look into them. But he did not. "As you wish," was all he muttered before exiting the room through the double doors.

"Jessica." I clenched my fists tight in my lap. My name rolled off his tongue with disgust. Like I was a burden. I preferred he just disregard me, let me resume my anonymity, and allow me to live until I could escape my terrible fate that was tied to him.

"Eat." His one word command carried the weight of punishment for me and others if I didn't do as he said. I assessed the delicious cakes wondering if this was a test. Maybe one was poisoned to kill me off quickly? And if I avoided choosing it, I was allowed to live another day? Murdering me was nothing when he murdered everyone else in the New Moon residence when I was born. I was spared because...well I don't know why. That part of the story is still a mystery to me. Perhaps so when he killed me I would be aware of my moment of death. As I had been since the first moment we met today.

I picked the least fancy mini-cake I could find (which was quite difficult as they were all too pretty). Hoping to let some wisdom from Indiana Jones shine in this moment. It was a yellow sponge cut into a perfect circle. Whipped cream adorned the outskirts of the cake's bottom and a purple creamy drizzle, that curved into a spiral, was decorated on top. A tight smile flashed on my face while I fought off the grimace wanting to take form. After sticking a fork into the cake, I parted my mouth. I stopped before the fork entered my mouth because the King's expression had subtly softened to a look of curiosity dabbled with irritation.

Unsure what he was thinking, I bit the bullet and shoveled the cake into my mouth. If I wasn't so fearful for my life, I would have rather celebrated the delicious lemon flavor unfurling in my mouth with hints of raspberry.

"Raspberry is my favorite." I covered my mouth when I realized I voiced my internal thoughts. My stomach folded over and I swallowed the choking fit threatening to surge up my throat at my death wish.

But, the King didn't look angry. In fact, his wide eyes and tight lip mouth suggested he was surprised. I wasn't done for yet.

But as quickly it appeared, it disappeared behind a steely look of contempt.

"Do you know who I am?" I yearned to look at my shoes but I kept my eyes focused on his face. My brain rattled with what fate was I sowing for myself with my next words. Would they determine if I would live or die?

What I am experiencing was not detailed in the manga. The step-sister's storyline was a sad sub-plot that just emphasized the importance of the protagonist's affect on changing the King. She wasn't even supposed to have her first encounter with him until she was eight. I was out of my depth of how to safely proceed. But he was my father in this world...

"Father?"

In one word, I dug my grave as I once against let slip a precious thought from my head to my lips. I was going to be sent to the guillotine and Sue wouldn't be able to save me. I wanted to cry rivers over my foolish mistake.

I keyed into the King's face. Impassive was good, right? Even after I made the greatest mistake of my young life?

What if...I could steal just a smidge of Bella's thunder to save my own ass? Act like a naive, cute child to prolong my life until I could runaway? I had already called him father, I really had to start milking this mistake for all it's worth now if I wished to live.

"Papa?"

No reaction from him still. I needed to level up my effort to really sell this.

"Papa?!" I threw out all the stops with using a cutesy tone and adding a wide smile for good measure. I was trying to save my own hide after all.

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Well, it worked. Sam carried me back to the New Moon estate with my head still on my shoulders. Our arrival ended the maid's frenzied search efforts across all the grounds. I had never seen so many evil glares in my life as he handed me back to poor Sue.

Upon leaving, Sam dropped the bomb, "His highness will be requesting another audience with the princess in the near future."

As Sue carried me back to my room, I let the tears fall over my ineptness at stumbling upon the King way too early in the story line and ruining my chance at anonymity until I escaped for good.

After Sue put me to bed, I pulled my journal from under the loose floor board. I had to update my plan. I still intended to escape my fate. But now, with the King's eye on me, I was going to have to play cute daughter to a monster to enable my survival in this world.

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