A/N: I know I'm really far behind! I apologize for that! I've been super busy this week unfortunately. But I'm also going to be honest, and say that there were some free times where I didn't feel like writing, only reading. I hate when I get that feeling, but a lot of times I don't get those sparks of inspiration to write. I've also been having a really bad week so far…(girls you understand a small part of it) and just my week at school has been awful. I'm so far behind and I apologize greatly for that! I cannot update anymore tonight after this because I have a friend's party to go to. I appreciate your patience! I'm sorry it took so long!
Bella's POV:
I was given a room at the end of the slaves' hall. It was a very small room, but quite cozy. There was a note on the table next to my bed; it was from the queen.
It was a list of duties for the day. I decided to leave my room and get them done so that they were out of the way.
I was nearly finished with all of my chores, when I almost came face to face with Prince Edward. I gasped as I walked straight into his chest, "Excuse me, sir." I said, embarrassed. He was even more glorious up close.
"No need, Isabella," He smiled, bowing in front of me. I smiled, and bit my lip. I curtsied shyly and turned to walk around him, when his arm shot out, and he stopped me abruptly.
"Excuse me, sir." I repeated.
"Hold on a moment," He said, looking deep in thought. He sighed after a moment, "It would be wrong of me in my position, however, I have to ask anyway. Is it possible that I can meet with you here again, when the bell rings at midnight?"
I gaped at him, stunned, "I'm not sure that would be appropriate." I replied, "You're in a higher status, and I, lower."
"Yes, though that is true, I would like to see you again." He said; his voice a seductive whisper. I blushed involuntarily and nodded slowly.
"Alright," I replied, "Though please, do not feel offended if I do not make it exactly at midnight. The slaves' quarters are not that easy to escape from." He nodded and we made our parting ways.
Did he really just ask to see me again? Was it true? All of it? Or had I imagined it? How could the prince, handsome and rich, be interested in me, a poor slave girl? Nerves overcame as I thought it a scam. Would he really do that to me? He didn't seem like the type of person to do so. Only time could tell though.
I heard the bell ring twelve times, signaling midnight. I slipped out of bed, and made it through the dark of the room, to the chamber doors. I found it fairly simple getting passed the halls. I was close to where I was to meet Prince Edward, when I slammed into someone and arms wrapped around me. We fell to the ground, and I cried out as I landed on them.
He grunted at the added weight as he hit the ground below us. I could make out his outline; it was Edward. I sprang up quickly, brushing the dirt off of him hastily. "I'm terribly sorry!" I said as he sat up. He was laughing…
He was laughing?
"Oh, but I am quite alright Miss Swan." He whispered, brushing my hair from my face softly. I blushed, the heat rising to the surface of my skin.
"Pardon my clumsiness," I replied, smiling slightly. His face lit up, and he smirked.
"You are forgiven," He said. "Though, we may not be if we stay here." He said, standing up. He helped me up, in enough time. We heard footsteps coming, and he grabbed my hand, quietly running with me in the opposite direction.
We made it to the Grand Hall, flying down the steps as quietly as we could. He pulled me into a broom closet below the stairs, and we waited until the footsteps passed. We tried our best to contain our laughter. "That was bloody close." He laughed.
I smiled, nodding, "Indeed." Our bodies were pressed closed together in the limited space, and I could feel the heat from his chest against mine; his heart beating along with my rhythm. His delicious breath fanning across the skin of my face. Goosebumps rose in waves down my body, and I longed for his touch.
He was staring at me, with the most intense expression; he gave a small sigh, before letting show an expression of caving. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine slowly. His lips were soft and gentle. I could feel sparks shooting through my body; his touch was almost electric. And it made my body become a live wire.
It ended all too quickly, when the door was thrust open and we were caught.