(A/N: I got a pretty positive response to last chapter. I'm pleasantly surprised. See, the trick to writing good fan fiction –if you don't write well (like me)- is to add something sexual. Then the whole world wants to read it. XD But, lets keep up the good work, shall we? Short filler chapter.

Disclaimer: I'm not Stephenie Meyer. )

Btw. This Chapter is in Bella's POV.


I opened my eyes as the late afternoon light filtered into my bedchamber. I had to squint my eyes to be able to have any site. I was groggy when I woke and I didn't particularly feel like moving.

As I sat up -ignoring the fact that I didn't want to – I noticed how stiff I was. I stretched out my arms and legs, satisfied when I heard a relieving pop in my knee.

I was very pleased with the dreams I'd had that night, and I struggled to remember them, as I got dressed for the day. It was a let down that they were just dreams though.

One of them consisted of Edward. I strained through my foggy mind to remember. He'd come into my room and told me he watched me sleep. It was a strange thought and rather ridiculous now that I thought about it. What on earth would make him want to watch me? I was fairly sure that royalty had better things to do then to watch me sleep.

Another thought hit me. In the dream he'd kissed me. It all seemed too real. I distinctly remembered the warmth of his lips on mine. I could still practically taste him. For a moment I thought my nightdress smelled like him, but I was probably just tricking myself.

It truly was an impossible thought and as much as I wanted it to be real, I knew it wasn't. My imagination had run wild and now I was on the brink of insanity for actually letting it. For letting myself believe that something like that could truly happen.

I sat down at my vanity table brushing out my long mahogany hair. It was tangled and knotty. It would be quite a chore managing to brush it out. As I touched my hair another memory seemed to flash into my brain. It was a memory of my dream, apparently.

Edwards's fingers had latched into my hair. I remembered the way it felt. It was all too real to have been a dream, but as much as I wanted to believe that I knew I couldn't.

As I looked over my face in the mirror, I noticed my lips looked a little swollen.

Once again with your overactive imagination, Isabella! Is this madness ever going to end? I asked myself.

When I was finished getting ready for the day I went down the stairs and into the kitchen. Our new maid Chelsea was cooking breakfast and the smell was pleasant in my nose. Another smell hit me as I passed the parlor; the smell of fresh ink.

Someone must have been making announcements for the manor.

I passed right through the kitchen curiously and went into the garden. I picked a fresh pear off the pear tree and took a bite out of it as I walked down the garden path. The smell of ink got stronger as I opened the garden gate.

On a fence directly across from me bordering a peasant hut was an announcement, just as I had thought. It was written in a fancy calligraphy, much like my fathers. It probably was. I strolled up to the announcement and gasped in shock when I read it.

Last night there was a reported break in at the Swan Manor.

A peasant spotted a horse tied to a tree at the southernmost

corner of the manor. No one spotted the intruder but due to

the incident there will be guards at the gates every night from

here on out. Information will be rewarded heavily.

I could not believe my eyes. As I looked around I noticed there was more than one announcement. There were many of them.

It was then that I realized that my encounter with Prince Edward wasn't a dream. It had really happened. The simple thought made my face heat up. I had kissed Edward. I couldn't believe it. There was one thing I simply needed to know. His motive. Why would he kiss me? Why did he come to watch me sleep?

My mind was in a daze as I went back into the main house and sat at the table. I ate breakfast thoughtfully. There were many things I pondered as ate, barely tasting the food.

How did I go from hating Edward to…well, loving him? I couldn't deny it. I was in love with the Prince of our country. I wasn't exactly sure of when that changed. I'd always thought fondly of him. That is…until he made my life harder bringing that wretched Jane into our lives.

At the same time though, I was thankful. If he hadn't I wouldn't have the best friend I have now, Angela.

Maybe I never really hated him.

"Good morning, Isabella." Angela came into the room as if she could hear me thinking of her and sat beside me.

"Morning, Angela." I smiled at her.

"I need to talk to you about something." Her face was grim.

"Okay, Talk."

"Lets go somewhere….away from here. This isn't an appropriate setting for the discussion I need to have with you. We should go to town. Alright?" She suggested.

I simply nodded. What if she knew about Edward? What if she was going to turn him in?

I sat there and finished my breakfast sloth like worrying about the conversation we were to have.