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Previously: They made their way down the hallway, toward the dining hall. All Alice could think about was that she had finally found her sister.

Chapter Six

*2 days later*

"Bring the first woman in," Edward said.

The oak doors were opened and in walked a tiny slip of a girl. Jasper led her to Edward's throne.

"State your name." Edward's voice echoed off the walls.

The young girl was beyond intimidated. She began to tremble.

"B-B-Brr..." She stuttered.

"Speak, girl! What is wrong with you?" He roared.

"B-Bree Tanner, your majesty."

"Bree Tanner, how long have you been plotting against me? And it would be wise to speak the truth!"

In the background, the sound of shuffling could be heard. Emmett was escorting the rest of the four women inside. Edward was going to have a word with every single one of them.

The king stared at Bree with narrowed eyes, awaiting her reply.

"Your majesty, I-I do not know what you mean. I would never betray you, my king."

"DO NOT LIE TO ME, GIRL! My patience are beginning to run thin." His jaw was clenched shut and his nostrils were beginning to flare with anger.

The young girl's bottom lip began to tremble. She blinked repeatedly to stop her tears from falling.

"Your highness, I swear to you, I am being truthful." Her voice was low, almost a whisper.

The king banged his large fist against the armrest of his throne. He got up and walked toward Bree. Her eyes went wide and a lump formed in her throat. Edward towered over her tiny frame and glowered down at her. Unconsciously, she took a small step back. He gripped the sides of her arms in a somewhat painful manner. She let out a small yelp.

"P-p-p-lease, your majesty," she began.

"RELEASE HER! Do you not see that you are hurting her?" A voice yelled out from the group of women who were observing the encounter.

Edward released Bree's arms and brought his attention to the women.

"Who dares to throw commands at their king?! Come Forth!" Edward's face was full of outrage at the disruption.

Bella took a step forward and addressed the king.

"It was I, Isabella Swan," her voice was strong and did not waver once.

Edward's grim expression slightly faltered when his eyes met her chocolate, brown ones. He drank in her beauty like a man stranded in the desert. Her brown hair was so luxurious and long, he had the urge to entangle his fingers within her tresses. Her lips, although in a tight line, were perfectly shaped and pink. Her body was curvaceous and… perfect. Edward had never been so enthralled with a woman before, not even his late wife.

He shook his head to dispel the thoughts away.

"Tell me, Isabella Swan," he sneered, "what gives you the right to dictate what I can and cannot do?"

"I assure you that was not my intention. Hurting the girl was unnecessary and frankly, it was uncalled for."

Everyone in the room was listening to their conversation with apt attention, unable to glance away. The couple were oblivious to those around them. They were staring at each other with heated eyes, neither one of them were willing to back down.

"And I assure you, everything I do is necessary and has a purpose. But I would not expect you to understand, seeing as you are just a pathetic woman; a nobody."

As soon as the words left his mouth, he regretted saying them. He watched as the fire left her eyes. Her shoulders hunched in defeat.

"Yes, I suppose I am a nobody, especially standing next to the all mighty king. Tell me, do you take pleasure in hurting people? Does it amuse you, make you feel stronger?"

Edward was surprised by her bluntness. He was also surprised that she had the guts to ask him those types of questions. He was losing control of the situation and it was beginning to anger him.

"I do not have to answer to you! You best learn your place here, Swan. You will not like me when I lose my temper," he warned.

"Do not worry, I already hate you!" She screamed in frustration.

There was a collective gasp heard throughout the room.

"JASPER! Remove this woman from my sight, before I do something rash," he ordered.

Jasper gently ushered Bella out of the throne room and into the hallway.

"You really should not have spoken that way to the king," he said to her.

Bella huffed. "I know! He just made me so angry. Why must he be so callous?"

"The king has his reasons for acting the way he does, trust me. Would you like me to take you to Alice?"

Jasper noticed that his wife has grown considerably close to Bella. It both delights and frightens him. He is delighted that Alice finally has a friend, but is frightened that her heart will be broken if Bella does not turn out to be the woman carrying her niece or nephew.

"I would appreciate that, thank you."

He led her down the hallway. "This way. She is relaxing in the garden today. She will be very elated to see you."

Bella only smiled warmly in return.

Edward sat on his throne, feeling puzzled by his suddenly mixed emotions. He wanted to scream at Bella for publicly embarrassing him, but at the same time he wanted to kiss her senseless.

What has she done to me? He asked himself.

When Bella was escorted out of the throne room, Edward interrogated the rest of the women.

Bree Tanner was a blubbering mess.

Kate Denali was nothing but polite and had a gentle aura about her.

Jessica Stanley would not shut up for more than five seconds, annoying the king to no end.

Gianna Volturi exhibited a major attitude problem. She also flirted shamelessly with him.

Edward was exhausted by the end of the day. He laid in his bed thinking about his future child. His second heir would get to live a long and happy life. He would spoil him or her rotten. The king fell asleep with a smile on his face and a chocolate eyed brunette in his dreams.

They finally met! Review, please?