I've got to say I'm kind of surprised at how many of you reviewed. So here are the tallies: EPOV=8, BPOV=3, and APOV=1. Yes, the last one surprised me too. You know who you are who wanted APOV.

EPOV

I knocked on Tanya's door and waited about half a minute. I knocked again. Still, no one answered the door. I frowned and checked my watch. It was six on the dot. We were going to be late if we didn't leave right now.

I looked down the hallway to make sure no one was near. It'd be considered scandalous if I were seen entering her room without permission. I sighed and turned the knob…

And closed it just as fast. What in the bloody hell was that?! Why would she be doing that when she was expected to be marry-

"Are you okay, Prince Edward?" I turned to see Bella looking at me, her cute face scrunched in concern.

"No. No, I am quite not all right. I think I've been scarred for life." I groaned at the thought of what I had seen. I felt the bile rise in my throat. So disgusting.

"What happ-" the door knob turned from behind me. I spun away from the door as fast as I could. I looked at the door and watched while the servant boy left the room. He blushed a dark shade of red when he saw me.

"Prince Edward. Please, I beg you don't be mad. She…she made me…I…please let me keep my job here. I'm the only one who works in my family, they need my pay to survive. I beg you, Prince," he said, on his knees now. I just stared at him. It was now that he thought about his family? I shook my head. I could not believe his nerve.

"What is your name," I asked him. He was shaking now. In terror, I presume.

"M-Michael N-Newton s-s-sir," he stuttered out. I looked up at Bella then. She had a disapproving, but very gentle look in her eyes. She shook her head at me, as if she knew what I was thinking and was telling me it wasn't the right choice.

I sighed and looked at the quivering mess in front of me.

"Take this as a warning. You won't lose your job but you better stay away from me because I can't promise that I won't change my mind."

"Tank you, thank you, thank-"

"Be quiet and move away from me right now." he got up and left, running all the way down the hall. I ran my hand though my hair and looked at Bella. "I hope you're happy."

She raised her eyebrow at me. "And what is it I'm supposed to be happy about," she asked with a small smile.

"You got me to go easy on him." She laughed.

"That was easy? You scared the poor kid so badly," she said, her eyes twinkling. I thought back to what I saw in the bedroom. I looked at her seriously.

"What I saw scared me badly. I-" I was interrupted when I heard a small cough from the bedroom. I turned and to see Tanya standing there.

"If you're done with talking to my silly little sister, we can make our way to the feast now." I stared at her incredulously . Did she honestly think I was going to take her with me? I scowled and turned away from her.

"Why don't you ask the poor scum that you were shagging to bring you. I want nothing to do with you."

I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. Then I felt a pair of hands softly touching my back. For a moment I thought it was Bella. I turned to see Tanya and I shoved away from her.

"You can't really mean that," she said, her face a perfect mask of desolation. "You know your mother would not approve, and if we are to be wed -"

"Are you insane? Really, have you gone off the bloody deep end? What in the world could make you think I would marry you after what you did?"

She smiled and raised her eyebrow at me. "You honestly think your parents would pass up the opportunity to join our two countries? You yourself know that our parents want an alliance between Italy and England." (A/N: I honestly don't know if Italy and England would make an alliance, they're just my two favorite countries so…)

After hearing her sister talk, I honestly was not prepared for what Bella said.

"Tanya, dear sister, you forget that you're not the only daughter in the family," she stated. "If he does not want to marry you, there is still me." I stared at her. I had no idea where this had come from. I was about to ask, but Tanya beat me to it.

"Marry you? Why in the world would he want to do that when there's the possibility of marrying me," she said, puffing her chest out. I gagged. I couldn't help it, it was so revolting. Bella smiled and pointed at me.

'That is exactly why. Did you not see - better yet hear him gagging. He does not like you. And frankly, I can see exactly why," she finished, crossing her arms. Tanya huffed and flipped her hair over her shoulder.

"You're just jealous. Yes, that's right. You're jealous of my beauty, because we all know you're far from even pretty," she sneered. "And I know you're jealous of me because I got the handsome prince. And what do you have? Nothing, that's what. You are nothing."

I could see Bella start to tear up. It hurt me to know that she was hurt. I didn't know how to help her. I've never felt more vulnerable in my life. I turned an glared at Tanya.

"Are you happy now? You made her cry. You made your own sister cry. What is wrong with you? How can you even stand there and be pleased with yourself. You talk of your own beauty, but all I see when I look at you is ugliness. I'm ashamed to even know you right now. Do you enjoy putting others down? Do you enjoy making them feel lesser? Well here's something I want to tell you. Your sister is the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes. And it's not just her outer beauty, her inner beauty shines bright too - and that's more than I can say for you. So next time you look in a mirror, just remember that that you inner beauty - or in this case inner ugliness - shows on the outside as well."

I walked towards Bella and smiled. I bowed and extended my elbow towards her. "Would the lovely Miss Bella care to let me escort her to the feast?" She smiled, nodded, and put her arm in mine.

We walked away, leaving behind a sputtering and flustered Tanya. We walked in silence for a while down the long hall. Then, she finally spoke.

"Did you really mean it?" she asked. I tilted my head and looked at her. I had no idea what she was talking about.

"When you said I was the most beautiful woman you had ever seen. Did you really mean it?" I looked at her - her face a light blushing pink, her eyes staring straight ahead. I smiled to myself and chuckled.

"I meant every single word I said back there," I told her truthfully. She blushed darker.

"So are you really considering marrying me?" I laughed.

"I always thought it was the man's job to propose to the woman, not the other way around."

"O-of c-course it is. I w-was just asking if you were really considering it." She looked up at me as she whispered her last few words. I sighed and looked away.

"Honestly, I don't want to get married at all." I looked back at her to see her staring at the floor. Gently, I lifted her face with my fingers. "But if I had to get married then I would love to marry you." Something flashed in her eyes. Something not so happy.

She scowled at me. "So I'd be your second choice?" she said, her words laced with menace. I shook my head and searched for the right thing to say.

"That's far from what I meant, Bella. Please just listen -"

"I really don't care what exactly you want. What I want is for you to take me to the feast right this minute. I want to see Alice." I nodded and led her down to the main hall. Past the paintings of former kings and rulers, past the statues of soldiers fighting, past the great doors that led to the throne room, and on into banquet hall where the feast was being held.

When we entered, the whole room got quiet. Maybe it was out of respect, maybe it was out of shock of seeing me with a woman. Or maybe it was the shock of seeing me with the wrong woman. I'm guessing it was the latter.

"You go talk to Alice," I whispered in her ear. "I'll go speak to my parents about me and Tanya's disengagement and our possible engagement."

Her scowl returned to her face. "I'm not sure I want to marry you." And with that she let go of my arm and walked away from me. I frowned and went to my parents. My dad was looking at me with a questioning gaze while my mom looked disapproving. Jasper was sitting with them, and his expression was quite comical. If the situation weren't so serious, I probably would have teased him about it.

"Uh, son?" I looked at my dad. "Can you explain to me why you came here without Tanya and with another woman?"

"Don't you know who she is, Carlisle?" my mother asked him. He shook his head no. "That's Tanya's sister, Isabella. She was supposed to come tomorrow but came today instead." She turned to me. "But exactly what were you doing with Isabella instead of Tanya?"

Quickly - and with considerably less detail - I told them what had happened. My mother's face was shocked while my father's was full of rage. Then I asked them what I really wanted to ask them.

"I know you want an alliance between our two countries badly, so I'm willing to-"

"No. I refuse to let you marry Tanya, no matter how honorable you may think it is," my father said.

"Please just let me finish, Dad." Reluctantly, he nodded at me to continue. I took a deep breath and blurted it out.

"How would you feel if I married Isabella instead?" Father looked at me, his face blank. Mother, on the other hand, had a knowing smile on her face.

"We'll talk it over," she said to me. "Now go. Go have fun."

But I couldn't have fun. Bella would not talk to me all night. And each time I attempted to dance with her, she found another dance partner and spun gracefully away from me.

I went to bed that night depressed. What could I do to make it up to her? I tossed and turned all night trying to think of something. Just before I lost consciousness, I swore to myself that I would make it up to her.

And there you have it. Chappy numero FIVE! I got rid of Tanya for you. Aren't you just excited. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!! The more you review, the faster I type.

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-karyn