A/N : So, I've hit bit of a bump in the road, my dear readers. I have Writer's Block with AKA at the moment... Yet I have the next chapter but I'm not gonna post until I'm a couple chapters ahead. Stockpiling. I shall kick it's ass and finish this badboy for you! I realized yesterday there's no smut yet! I'll be working on that for you.

ANYWAY! Tissue warning.

EPOV

Jasper was up to something. I could feel it. And so was Isabella.

After the way Jasper acted today when I was interacting with Bella, I could tell that things were changing between all of us. I could feel new emotions and vibes radiating from each of them. The way they looked at each other made me think that assigning bodyguards to each of them would be a wise decision.

I walked swiftly towards my Father's chambers, in search of advice. My father and I may not get along, and we both may even hate each other, but he was still my father and any advice was better than none.

"Carlisle!" I barked as I entered my parent's room, my father resting on his bed and my mother sitting on a stool in front of a mirror, running a comb through her hair and watching me with caution and concern.

"What do you want, son?" He sighed, sitting up in his bed, looking pale and exhausted.

"I need to talk to you," I told him, feeling a little silly for stating the obvious.

He nodded, looking bored.

"Edward," my Mother warned, turning to face me, giving me a strong look.

I sighed, trying to calm down my panic about the two people I loved suddenly starting to turn on each other. Love?

The confusion pulsing in my head was threatening to put me out of commision.

"I-I don't what to do anymore," I sighed, sitting on the corner of his bed and rubbing my hands over my face. My situation was getting more complicated the more I thought I thought about it.

My father frowned at me, his eyes scanning over me. I guess I was coming off a little stranger than usual. I didn't know what was going on inside my head.

"What is going on with you, Edward?" my Mother chimed in, up and slowly walking towards me.

I shook my head as if it would finally clear it. "I don't know. I feel ...confused."

"About what exactly?"

"It's Isabella and Jasper. They're getting... jealous about each other and I can tell it's hurting them both," I stammered to get everything out and it didn't come out the way it did.

My father chuckled, looking at me like I'd gone crazy, "When did you start caring for anyone but yourself?"

"Carlisle!" my Mother snapped, glaring at him and instantly silencing him with her look.

She spoke before I could start yelling at him, "Why do you have this sudden change of heart? I thought your whole romance situation was working out," she asked.

I scoffed, "It's nice to know my parents think I'm a selfish monster."

"Edward," my Mom sighed, "I didn't mean it that way. I just thought you had a proper understanding of having a fiancee and a lover."

"I thought I did too, but I guess I was wrong."

"Selfish little bastard," my father mumbled under his breath.

My anger sparked, "Just like my Father!"

He looked up at me, flames in his eyes.

"Enough!" Esme yelled, for the first time in a while looking a bit scary.

Carlisle laid back down, grumbling to himself. Mother rolled her eyes and looked back to me.

"Have you come up with a solution for your problem or do you need some help?" she asked, her voice softening out once more.

"I don't know what to do. Which is why I came to my parents for a little help," my tone turned sour and louder, "but I forgot not to expect anything from the Lazy King."

"You ungrateful little-" my father exclaimed before his voice cracked and his eyes bulged out of his sockets, clutching his chest.

Oh, God, please no!

"Carlisle!" Esme screamed, running to the bed and yanking a couple of pillows under his head.

I ran to the other side of the bed and felt for his pulse in his neck. It was thumping faster and faster.

This is exactly what happened to my Grandfather. A heart attack.

"We need doctors!" my Mother gasped, screaming at the top of her lungs for the servants to get everyone in the palace into the room and for every doctor in town to get here.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Father." I groaned, my eyes stinging as I tried stop him from shaking and convulsing.

He grunted with the effort to hold on and get a hold of his body once more. He wasn't the type to go without a fight.

"I'm sorry, Edward," he managed to squeeze out, his hand grasping mine.

His eyes were glued to mine as he pressed his lips together and then he jerked me forward so my ear was to his mouth. "Do not let this Kingdom fall. Make me proud."

Please don't hate me! :/ Review? Heh.

OH! Also, I was wondering, slip it in a review or something. Umm. If I published a novel, what would you do? Would you buy it? Roll your eyes, snort? Clap like Alice when Bella wear lingerie? Pull out and jiggle your credit card at me? Let me know!