A/N : Long time no see! Sorry for disappearing. Real life has been crazy and I've been laying low since the drama in the Fandom is crazy right now. I'm actually part of the 48 hour ban on FanFiction but decided to break it. It's over at midnight anyway. Meh.

BPOV

Rose had been taken from a far off city that she refused to talk about. She had the beauty of a Goddess, with long, flowing hair the color of wheat in the summer and blue eyes. She was the kind of woman that would marry a rich nobleman and she almost has gotten herself that. Rosalie was the love interest of Edward's older, and childish brother, Emmett.

"Rose," I greeted my best friend, kissing her cheek before leaning against the Queen's bathtub as Rose scrubbed at it, her blond hair in tangles around her face.

She stopped and looked up at me, blowing a piece of hair from her face and glowering at me. "Why don't you stop playing Princess and help me, Aphrodite?" she snapped, resuming her cleaning.

I frowned at her hostility but didn't move. Rosalie was a bitch, everyone knew that, but she was never mean to me unless she had a good reason.

"What is going up, Rose?" I asked her, kneeling down beside her and trying to catch her icy blue eyes.

She slapped the scrubbing brush down on the tub and sat back on her knees, exhaling and looking down at her hands, almost ashamed. "It's Emmett."

I was confused. "Emmett?"

She nodded, "He basically lives at the stadium and I only see him at night. What's the point of being his when he's never here?"

"He's doing his duty as the Master of that house." I shrugged, not understanding why she was making so much noise of this, she could find someone new. "You could ask to accompany him and stay by his side," I suggested.

She looked up at me like I had suddenly morphed into Medusa. "Are you completely mental? I can't ask him that."

"Why not?"

"Because not all of us have royalty wrapped around our finger," she snapped, glowering at me as her temper flared.

I took a breath, not wanting to blurt something I'd ultimately regret.

"I still think you can get the Prince to do what you want," I told her, standing back up and crossing my arms over my chest.

She grumbled to herself, splashing the tub with water before standing up to face me. "You need to back off, Isabella. Emmett does not appreciate being pushed."

I narrowed my eyes at her, "Why are you being like this, Rose? I'm trying to help you."

"I know. However, you seem to forget that you need to worry about your own problems and let me deal with my own situations. I'm not the only one losing contact with my Prince." She gave me a sympathetic look before patting my arm and exiting the chamber.

I frowned as I went over her cryptic words in my head again. My mouth fell open as my mind caught up to speed and her meaning was grasped. I was losing Edward to his other lover, Jasper.

I let out a shriek and spun around to go back to my chamber, my plan solidifying with every step I took.

The King was mine.

A/N : Posting for this is gonna get a little slower since I'm working on some original fiction since I plan on publishing! Yay! Like my page on face book. Same penname and drop me a message.