Hey guys! Thank you for all of the wonderful reviews! I am very happy right now! Might that have something to do with the fact that we were watching Beauty and the Beast in class? I have no idea. (Based off of that, I dare you to watch a Disney movie in a language you don't understand most of the time – we watched it in French. It's quite funny!). Anyway, thanks again. And no, Leah, I am NOT recognizing you. That was only written for your own selfish gain!

Bella

For two months, I had been listening to all of Miss Tanya's blabbering about her feelings. For two whole months! It was the longest anyone had kept Tanya's interest, and I was glad. This could only mean that I would be treated with more respect.

Most of her sentences had the name Edward in it, or the pronoun 'he', referring to Edward. I had stopped being surprised about this after the third day.

And because of this, Edward invaded my thoughts every day and my dreams about twice a week. Because I had never seen him, I didn't know exactly how he looked, but my mind had formed its own image, and I knew that only the real thing could be more gorgeous.

I faintly remembered a snatch of my dream from last night.

Edward had been riding with me on a powerful black steed until we reached his palace – another thing I had created in my imagination – He stopped at the stables near the gardens, and we walked hand in hand down the long row. He stopped at the very end, and opened the small door. Instead of a horse, there had been a beautiful dress.

Instantly, I was wearing the dress and twirling around the dance floor with my Edward…

I didn't remember anything after that, but I was sure that there was much, much more; Marie had endlessly teased me about sleep talking almost all night, but never about any horses or dancing.

I wasn't sure why I dreamed about the duke, but I was pretty sure it had something to do with the fact that Miss Tanya never ceased to talk about him. I was going a little crazy, but I was sure that it was only due to the way my lady had talked about him; if all you've known about something was portrayed through eyes that held deep love, that was the way your mind looked at it. I shook my head and sat up.

As I gazed out my window, I realized that I was probably a little bit late for Miss Tanya. I had better get going.

I raced down the stairs as soon as I felt somewhat presentable and rushed into my lady's sitting room. (Did they use the word parlor yet?) She had told me to meet her in there today. I found her sitting on a couch staring out the window – in the direction of Sir Edward's castle, no doubt.

She turned her head as she heard me run in.

"Sorry, miss," I gasped as I bowed my head and proceeded to rest on one knee. To my surprise, Miss Tanya laughed.

"Silly Bella. I don't care if you're a little late. Just never keep me waiting for half of an hour." Her eyes narrowed as she said this, silently telling me that she would be very, very mad if I did. "And I told you, call me Tanya. I feel too close to you for you to never address me by my name.

"Thank you." My face broke into a smile. "What topic will we be discussing today?"

My eyes twinkled, clearly stating that I was teasing her. She laughed again, the light sound ringing in my ears.

"Actually, you won't be listening to me at all today." My face surely looked confused, but inside, I also felt fearful. What if she was going to tell me that I had lost her trust, and that I would be just as ignored as before, or even kicked out?

But her face was still intensely happy, so I was confident that I wasn't in trouble.

"I hope you have been paying a fair amount of attention to my rambling for the past eight weeks." I nodded furiously at this, and she continued. "So I am sure that you realize everything I feel for Edward." Another nod. "And because of that, I am going to send you on a little errand.

"Usually I have my trusted servants running messages to Edward frequently, and shortly after I bring them close. I am sorry for not trusting you sooner, but the last couple of your little friends… Anyways! You have been around me long enough to understand the depth of my love for Edward, and so I ask you to carry a message of that to him. It will have to be improvised; I'm sure that you can weave my feelings into sentences much better than I could myself."

I nodded again. It sounded easy…enough. I was hoping I wouldn't make a fool of myself and not be able to create a message, but I was fairly sure that I would be able to.

"O-okay. Yes, of course. Anything you wish." I bowed my head.

As I did so, my gaze landed on my appearance.

"Will this be fine enough to walk through the town in?" I asked her.

"Of course. Not many people will pay attention to you, and there are other people that are dressed worse than you."

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She wasn't even close to being correct. Almost everybody stared at me. They weren't used to seeing servants roaming the streets. Not many came out of their masters' houses often anymore.

Blush pooled heavily in my cheeks the whole way to the duke's palace, and I gazed at the ground the whole time.

Even doing so, I tripped a couple of times, only making me blush harder.

The walk took twenty minutes, and during that time, I thought of what I was going to say.

My lady has found her whole soul inside of you. She knows that you're the only one she has loved and ever could love.

No, that didn't sound right. Perhaps I should deliver it as if I was quoting a message that she had repeated enough times to plant itself in my head.

And her message states: 'Never has such a feeling run through me to my core. Only upon seeing you has my heart been so recklessly messed with, both swelling with love and broken when it wasn't returned.'

Well, it was…better, for lack of a more suitable word. It still didn't completely feel right, but it fit better than the first time I tried.

After pondering what the contents of my message could possibly be, I found myself at the gate of the duke's palace. I looked up and gasped.

It was beautiful. The grand, white material that created the exterior rose three stories high, and ivory rose around the first story windows up to the ones on the second floor. The door was eight and a half feet tall, and the wood it was made out of was carved with intricate designs.

The path up to the door twisted the slightest bit and was surrounded by bushes and flowers of various beautiful colors. They were all beautiful.

A looked around for something that I could use to signal my arrival. At last I found it; a bell suspended by the post nest to the metal gate. A string hung from it, and I assumed that I had to pull it to ring the bell.

With a lump of fear in my throat, I pulled the string, announcing to everyone within hearing distance that I was here.

Yay! The second chapter. Hopefully the next one won't take as long to put up. And I really hope you like it so far! Can you please drop a review? Thank you!

Now, where did I put that bar of chocolate...