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Williz- Thank you! Thank you! THANK YOU! I sent you a review reply before I went out of town for Christmas. But, in case you didn't get it, I will thank you once more! You are absolutely wonderful! You have got to be the sweetest reviewer I have ever met this whole year, and rockyrelay, BUT THAT ISN'T THE POINT! LOL I hope you enjoy this chapter. OH! I'm not sure if I told you this or not, BUT YOU ARE MY WILLELIZABETH IDOL! LOL Enjoy!

Rockyrelay- Yay! I'm back! LOL Anyways, thank you so much for reviewing yet again! sighs Rocky, what am I ever going to do with you, mate? LOL I hope you like, no, love this chapter! I actually didn't write this one down on paper before typing it, I'm just writing off the top of my head so it may be a little boring. SORRY! I was too lazy to actually pick up my notebook and pencil for this chappie! Well, I'm Anamaria's Lil' Sidekick for heaven's sake, WHAT DID YOU EXPECT!

Here's Chapter 4, especially for you!

As Elizabella and her family walked down the dirt road towards their small cottage house, Stepmother and Stepsisters were very angry, whilst Elizabella was joyful and flushed.

"I can't believe he wasn't there!" Stepmother Scarlet commented. "Giselle, I thought you said that Prince William was at the fruit stand! The only thing I saw at that fruit stand was the old manager and some rotten fruit!" She stormed.

"That's what I saw! I know I saw him, I just know I did!"

Scarlet scoffed. "Elizabella, I'm pretty sure you found something constructive to do while your sisters and I were away; like getting extra milk for the cat!" Elizabella jumped, startled at her Stepmother's sudden outburst.

"Uh…um…" She stumbled and Scarlet rolled her eyes as they turned another corner.

"Save it, Girl. That just leaves you with something more to do as your sisters and I relax from our trying day." Elizabella sighed to herself.

"Yes ma'am." Next, they turned a final corner and strolled up the walkway to the small house that served as their home for the past ten years. It was a two-story house with very few windows and a worn out front door. There was a long cobblestone path that led up to said old door and hay outlined a few of the dead shrubs. Overall, the house was extremely dull.

"Elizabella, take my coat." Stepmother instructed.

"Elizabella, take my scarf." Giselle demanded.

"Elizabella, take my gloves." Estrella ordered. Elizabella hurriedly did as she was asked and hung their stuff in the nearby closet. As she hurriedly put their things in the closet, Stepmother said,

"Elizabella, fix me some tea." She instructed as she walked duchess-like up the spiraling staircase, followed by her favorite two daughters, Giselle and Estrella.

"Yes, Stepmother." Elizabella said with a slight nod as she headed for the dusty kitchen and did as her Stepmother told her to do.

As she headed for the rickedy old kitchen, she overheard her sister Estrella say, "But I did hear a rumor that Prince William is hosting a ball this Saturday night. Everyone is invited! He also says that it will determine who will become his future bride."

"Well how in the world is he going to decide that?" Giselle asked.

"The prince will dance with every female that arrives in the ballroom that evening. Whichever girl he believes is to be the best out of the group will become his wife and the queen of England!" She sounded extremely excited and Elizabella sighed from her spot in the kitchen.

Once Elizabella had put the tea on, she headed up to her so called "bedroom" and sat in her creaking rocking chair and let the heat from the sun kiss her cheeks. She sat in her chair, thinking about her meeting with Prince William and how wonderful it would be to dance with him this Saturday.

Daydream

Elizabella awoke in her giant queen-sized bed. The comforter was white and rimmed in gold. At the foot of said bed, there was a small staircase that led to the marble floorboards. She got up and stretched her well-rested limbs. Her large beautiful olive brown eyes squinted shut as she yawned and her long honey blonde hair painted a messy picture along her back. Rubbing her eyes, she got out of bed and walked down the four steps to the bedroom floor. Elizabella wore a red silky robe that dragged on the floor and she slipped on her matching red slippers.

"Good morning, love," Greeted the voice of Prince William. Well, now it's King William.

Elizabella smiled gently and gave her new husband a light peck on the cheek. "Good morning," She greeted as well and then headed for the large master bathroom to wash up.

Once inside the huge golden restroom, Queen Elizabella walked to the white tub and poured in some warm water so that it rose almost all the way to the rim. She undressed and added bubbles, tied her hair up into a tight bun, and got in the tub to wash herself and wake herself up; it felt glorious on her skin. She sat there, thinking of all the wonderful things she had now ever since she moved from the horrid household in which her stepfamily lives: she had maids that followed her every order, a chef that could cook such delicious meals that it would make your taste buds sing "hallelujah", she had a ridiculously large amount of money, in which she made sure to take shopping with her, she had beautiful outfits that glittered in the moonlight and sunlight instead of that old worn out fabric that she use to wear back at the cottage, she lived in an amazingly large house that sat so peacefully on top of the mellowest green hill in all the land, and she had the ever charming King William. What more could a girl ask for? It's absolute paradise and Queen Elizabella loved everything about her new life. Who wouldn't?

Elizabella's daydream was cut short when she heard a light knock on the bathroom door. "Yes?" Elizabella answered.

"Um…it's me, Your Highness," Said the hesitant voice of the new maid, Mary. "I…I was wondering if you needed anything." Elizabella smiled empathetically for Mary and her jittery nerves. Elizabella knew exactly what the young woman was feeling, since she was in a new house, with new people, and a whole new atmosphere than what she was all ready adapted to. Elizabella could now be one of those people who say 'Been there, done that.'

"No, Mary, everything is fine. Thank you though," She tried to sound kind and polite so that she wouldn't run Mary away like Scarlet had run herself away. Never ever would Elizabella even dream of treating her maids, or anyone in general, like the way Scarlet made her feel during her stay in the cottage.

"Y…Yes ma'am," Elizabella could hear the light pitter patter steps of Mary's small feet as they scurried towards the bedroom door and out of the room, causing Elizabella to once again smile empathetically.

Once she believed that she was clean, Queen Elizabella got out of the tub and wrapped her body in a soft fluffy robe and put her slippers back on her feet before letting the bath water out and leaving the room to put on her favorite average day-to-day dress. It was a simple beige dress that dragged lightly on the floor. Its bodice was laced in a silky white ribbon that tied into a bow at her waist; Elizabella curled her hair and put it in a long ponytail that touched just a little bit above her mid-back and let two strands of curly hair hang down on either side of her face as she picked up her new leather handbag and walked out of the four story mansion that served as the home of Queen Elizabella, King William, Princess Melanie, and their many maids and butlers.

END DAYDREAM

Elizabella was jolted out of her dream by a loud unpleasant knock at her dirty bedroom door, followed by the unwelcome voice of Scarlet, "Elizabella! Get your head out of the clouds and get my tea like I told you, girl! Up, Up, UP ELIZABELLA!" Her frustrated words were supported by her loud footsteps as she stormed down the hall and heading back to her own room, slamming the door with an unbelievable force. Normally, Elizabella would have cowered in fright and nerves at her Stepmother's sudden anger but was still wrapped up in her daydream, and the fact that it could actually happen to her. She only needed to go to the ball and have Prince William choose her to be his bride. "Oh wait, only certain women are allowed to go," She concluded sadly, but then she remembered the words of Giselle from not too long ago:

"But I did hear a rumor that Prince William is hosting a ball this Saturday night. Everyone's invited!"

Once the words played continuously in her head, Elizabella let an excited grin spread cross over her beautiful face and let a happy squeal escape from her mouth before heading downstairs to get the tea that Stepmother had ordered for her to retrieve. As she walked down the stairs, Elizabella tried to think of all the different combinations that could make the perfect gown for her to wear to the Prince's ball. Yes, it looks like things are finally looking up for young Elizabella Swann…..or so she thinks.

Author's Note: (dodges rotten fruit being thrown) I know, I KNOW! That was a bad place to leave off! cowers from reviewer's cold glares I promise I'll make it up to you somehow. I'll….uh…uh…I KNOW! I'll update "Wow! Pirates in 2005!" again this week. It'll be hard but I'll try.

See ye soon! (winkedy wink)