A/N : Holy crap on a sandwich it's been quite the week. I'm so sorry for the long waits you guys. I hate making everyone wait but there's a lot going on in life. Especially with my novel writing. I'll blab more at the end. Now for your LONG awaiting chapter.

JPOV

I sat outside in the garden, that was in the view of the King and Queen's bed chamber, where I'd noticed Esme standing and watching over me as she breathed in the Grecian air and soaked in the sun.

When I was younger, I remember how the King would come out and join her, wrapping his arms around her and inhaling her scent from her hair as he gazed into the sky with her. It was beautiful to watch and I'd always thought of the King and Queen as my adoptive parents since I'd been here since I was a toddler.

The King had always been mean and sour, only showing his softer and kinder side to his wife. She was the only one who had one his full and complete trust. The only time the couple had any problems was when Edward and the King went at each other's throats, causing Esme to jump between both them and scold the King's hot-headed temper that Edward had also inherited.

The sun was beating down on my my naked back and I squinted as I looked behind me, up to the sky where the sun sat, glowing a golden yellow. It was unusually hotter than normal, its rays almost causing welts upon my skin.

I stood up, adjusted the light silky fabric that wrapped around my waist to the middle of my thigh, hiding my cock and ass from others prying eyes. The new King would much rather have me walk around nude for him, but not at the risk of others catching glimpses of my private parts.

Briefly, I weighed the option of hunting down Edward and offering him comfort from my loving arms or returning to my room and allowing the gloom, which had settled over the kingdom in response to the King's death, consume me.

Edward had always been the kind of young man that would prefer to spend his days alone after a traumatizing experience instead of talking with loved ones about what was going on in his mind. He was an introverted and private kind of person.

However, I felt the pull to go up to see him and at least check on him.

Taking a deep breath, swallowing down the fear at the potential of angering him, and walked back into the palace, bee-lining to Edward's room. I didn't talk to anyone or make eye contact with anyone and when I passed through the archway of his bed chamber, I saw him laying on his side, away from me on his bed.

A/N : How about Kristen Stewart cheating? :O I think I may make Jasper win this round and have Edward break tradition. (Still undetermined - they both have a steady shot so far.)

UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN! *poofs*