This story will be in many different view points, but mainly Isabella and Edward. This chapter is like an overview of their lives (at first).
I DON"T OWN ANYTHING! Sorry I didn't put that earlier.

*Overview of three year old Isabella, Edward, and Alice*

"Hey Eddiewad!" Says Isabella, who is just learning how to talk and jumbling up the letters.

"Yeah Isabetha?" Answers an equally lisp-y Edward.

"Wath dis!" Isabella yells as she tumbles down the hill behind the castle. Edward just watches in awe.

"Isabella!" Screeches Esme, the queen. "You are going to tear your dress! That is not very lady-like!"

"Tho! I'm not wady-wike!" Isabella giggles, and so does Edward. This is one reason he likes Isabella so much.

Queen Esme, sighs, and goes back inside. Alice then chooses that moment to jump from the tiny tree she was in and scare Edward and Bella.

They scream, and Alice cackles.

*Six years*

"Mommy?" Alice sobs.

"MOMMA!!" Isabella screams.

Edward tries to stay strong, but it is hard on his six year old mind can't wrap itself around what has happened. His mother, loving, caring, Queen Esme, is dead. He can't let Isabella see him cry. She can't think of him a wimp.

"WHY! WHY HER! WHAT HAPPENED!" King Carlisle roars, bursting into the room.

"I-I don't n-know, d-d-daddy! She won't wake up, and we've been calling her name lots of times! Alice even poked her!" Edward manages to sob out.

"Could you three leave the room for a second?" King Carlisle sighs.

The children leave, and see their nine year old sister waiting outside the door.

"Rosalie? What's wrong with Momma?" Isabella asks.

"I don't know, just go outside and leave Daddy alone for a little." She replies, not want her younger siblings to see their father like this. She doesn't want to see it either.

"What 'appened? She was just *sniffle* standing there and-" Alice burst into tears before she could finish.

*8 years*

King Carlisle clears his throat. "Children, I-". It was useless to begin like this. They weren't listening. "CHILDREN!" He barks. They quickly sit down and listen to their father. Finally.

"As you know, I am a king. My people have an, erm, 'vision' of what I should be. Sadly, I am not that vision anymore. Do you know why?"

Rosalie, now 11, replied quickly, "It's because Momma died, right? You need a queen."

"Yes, exactly. The commoners don't respect me as much as they used to. And other reasons." He shudders remembering the women who came to his door every night. "So, I must find a wife. Fast."

"Daddy, who is she?" Edward asks.

"I don't know yet"

*9 years*

Alice, Edward, and Isabella all rise at the same time.

"We're nine!" Alice squeals.

"I can't wait for the celebration tonight!" Isabella exclaims.

"I know! The food..." Edward's mouth waters at the very thought of it.

"I meant the people, the dancing, the pretty dresses."

"Oh. Those parts are good too."

"Do I hear the birthday kids?" Rosalie, now 12, says as she enters the room. "Now go get breakfast! There's a big day ahead of us!"

The triplets do as she says, and aster breakfast go horse-back riding, swimming in the lake, fitting and choosing their outfits for the night, and everything else they wanted. Finally it is time for the party.

"I'm so excited I can't stand it!" Alice practically screams, slipping into her pink sparkly tutu with black tights, hot-pink ballet suit, and powder-pink wings. She completes it with a large diamond crown.

"I know what you mean!" Isabella says, putting on her midnight-blue dress with gold cuffs and also has a gold sash and a her hair is tied back in a gold butterfly pin.

Edward sighs. Isabella is so beautif- wait. She was his sister! Ew. Edward was wearing purple pants and a green puffy shirt, with a fake silver sword and scabbard. Just like the knights.

"It's tiimmee!!" Rosalie sing-songs.

"YAY!" They all yell.

The party was perfect. Until after dinner.

Rosalie was dancing with random knights, Alice was doing the same, and Edward and Isabella were dancing.

"Isabella, I-" Edward began, but he never finished.

CLING CLING CLING! The king clicked his glass. "I have an announcement!" Everyone falls silent. "I'm getting married to..." A Small pudgy woman comes up to King Carlisle. She has dark-blonde hair to her shoulders and no neck. Her eyes were blue-grey and beady, and her mouth a in a too-tight smile, like she didn't smile a lot. Carlisle clears his throat, gets down on one knee, and restarts. "I'm getting married to Baroness Maddelane!"

"NO!" All of the children gasp. Baroness Maddelane was a vile woman, who hated children, dogs, cats, gerbils, birds, fish, flowers, pastel paintings, tube socks, imagination, lavender candles, laughter, and most everything else.

The Baroness smiled, but it looked like a shark. Why would King Carlisle pick her? The rest of the evening was spent trying to have a good time but avoiding Baroness Maddelane.

After the party, the Baroness came up to the children. "Do not call me mother, mamma, mom, mommy, or or do anything that shows affection to me if we are not in public!" She hissed. "I do not love you, or even like you. Leave me and the King alone when we are in the bedroom. And do not touch me!"

The kids quickly leave and hurry upstairs to their bedroom. This was going to be a long life.

Okay, a little weird on the Baroness part, but okay! Will write more soon if my brother doesn't kill me.

--maxrox101