A/N : See? The lengths of these chapters just kill me but when the characters stop talking to me and Writer's Block sets in, I gotta do what I gotta do, you know?

BPOV

The King was dead.

I caught a tear as it fell down my cheek with my finger, looking at the water droplet hanging off my fingertip.

I had known that the King was ill and he was days away from dying from his illness, but I didn't expect it to happen so fast. The Kingdom had lost one that would go down in history as the quiet and wise king.

Edward was always so upset with his Father because he wasn't a very good Father. Some men had the trait of being a good man for a son, some didn't.

Carlisle had made a lot of mistakes with Edward but he also wasn't the most open-minded and outgoing person. Esme made up for that.

"Do you think I should go visit Edward?" I asked Rosalie as we sat on my bed, both of us picking at the sheets under the fog of grief and loss that coated the Kingdom.

She looked up at me, her blonde hair falling down in a waterfall on the bed sheets as she laid down, "I don't think that's wise just yet. He needs time with his Mother."

I sighed, laying down beside her and picking at her golden hair. She frowned at me, obviously not liking that I was touching her hair but she took a deep breath and settled back into the dreary silence.

"If you keep on touching my hair I'm going to hurt you," Rose muttered, shooting me a glare.

I glared back, "That's very lady-like of you,"

"I'm not a Lady. I'm Rosalie."

"Indeed," I murmured, coughing to cover up what I said and grinned at Rosalie when she glared at me.

"I heard that," she growled, grabbing a pillow and slapping it against my face.

A/N : So, I want to remind you that Edward is BISEXUAL (attraction to both women and men) which means Homoerotic ...things are GOING to happen as well as good ol' straight sexing. If you can't handle the fact that he's gay, please, stop reading.

You need to approach this story with an extremely open mind. Things were a lot different in Ancient Greece. In my opinion, I kinda wish the world was still that open-minded.

And as always, if you don't got nothing nice to say (or useful constructive criticism) don't say anything at all.

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