What Edward didn't know about Bella was that she was on a mission. A specially assigned mission that if she was caught she would have to sacrifice herself as punishment. The mission, of course, was to kill Prince Edward and hang his head on her leader's, Odin, throne. Odin had even brought her into the vampire's castle to present her to them. This was a successful infiltration of course. No one messed with Odin - not even his Valkyries. Bella and Odin had planned every single step that she would take in that castle. Her mission would be completed with several others - a succubus and other soldiers of Odin's. Odin wasn't a favourable figure as he was old and had reigned thousands of years for the world as a Norse God. The souls of women warriors, and those strong and beautiful women whom Odin favored, became valkyries - Bella just happened to be the daughter of a Valkyrie.

Edward expected to woo Isabella. He expected to be able to take her into his bed and rid her of her immortality and leave her here to rot alongside the peasants. On the other hand, he thought that he could treat her as a trophy. A Valkyrie was rare in these parts. Edward had found a new game to play with the new addition to his collection. That day when Isabella moved into his home and into his quarters, he began to search the town to find an apothecary.

"Oh Prince Edward, strange of you to be down here. Usually we all just see you in the window reading" The apothecary owner said.

"I want a love potion. Today. Make me one now." Edward demanded rushing for time. The owner was a retired witch who loved to meddle with others' lives. Especially those of the royal family. After mixing the ingredients and adding a strong potent residue, Edward rode on his horse back to the castle. He glanced up at the window to see Isabella glaring at him as he rode. He wondered why she was so intolerant towards the luxury lifestyle that she had been granted yet she just stared out of the window at the horizon. HE climbed the stairs to the room that Isabella was in and sat down on the nearest seat.

"How old are you?" Edward questioned after opening a book from the side.

"I don't see how that is any of your business" Bella answered. She glared at him almost burning holes into his book.

"Well as your husband to be I'd like a more satisfactory answer Isabella" He demanded.

"Didn't your mother teach you to never ask a lady her age" Edward raised his eyebrow. "It is common courtesy"

"Well I am sure I managed to teach, even you that Edward" A voice preached from the door. Edward's head snapped to the door. Esme. The King's wife. His mother.

Bella smiled and curtsied at the Queen. Esme blushed then stood confidently after she strode into the room.

"As for you, I am so glad Edward has met someone quite like you!" Esme's teeth glimmered as she smiled. Would Bella be able to get used to this? She couldn't. She mustn't. That was not her mission.