Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, New Moon, or Eclipse.
The sun was beginning to set as laughter filled the air. Music could be heard by the water where a young servant girl stared wistfully up at the palace that stretched before her. Each gray stone set carefully into a smooth stone wall and each upon window filled with a bright gold glow beckoned inviting to her. She smiled sadly, shook her head, and turned her attention back to the roses before her.
Up in the great hall, a celebration was well under way. The newly wed prince, heir to the throne, was celebrating his marriage. He stood amidst his friends, his beautiful wife Rosalie on his arm. She smiled and talked to her envious admirers as they convened on her and her prince. Her long, blond hair would swish sweetly over her shoulders as she turned her head repeatedly to gaze lovingly at the man she was to spend the rest of her life with.
As the music slowed and sweetened she leaned down and whispered quietly in his ear. He nodded once, his dark copper hair falling into his eyes,then excused his wife and himself as they walked out into the garden.
Isabella watched all of this from the shadows near the window with disgust. She made a face and turned to stare out of the window, brushing her chocolate brown hair away from her dark brown eyes.
"Are you jealous, then?" a smooth, honeyed voice murmured from behind her. She jumped slightly but composed her face as she turned around.
She was looking up into the face of the most beautiful person that she had ever met. His dark, wild, bronze hair fell into his bright, sparkling, emerald eyes. His white skin stood out sharply against his black velvet clothes. He smiled slightly at the surprise in her brown eyes.
"You're Highness," she murmured, curtsying in respect as she faced the second and the youngest prince.
"Edward," he told her firmly, reaching forward to take her hand and brushing the thin glove lightly with his lips. Bella felt a blush creeping up her face, as she felt the warmth of his breath on her hand, and quickly tugged away.
"Bella," was all she replied.
"How do you do, my lady?" Edward grinned. When he only received a curt nod in answer, his smile broadened. "So what are your thoughts on the newly weds?" he asked again. "I think they were made for each other, meant to be, if you will, and yet you turn away in disgust."
Another blush made its way upon Bella's lovely features. "How could anyone want that?" she asked, her eyes carefully averted from Edward's. "How could anyone condemn themselves to a life of misery so easily? A life of constant parties, banquets, occasions; laws to be signed, prisoners to be accused, people to please. Why would you subject yourself to the need to always be perfect as you are imprisoned inside stone walls. I am not being fair," she continued. "The palace is beautiful, the grounds are exquisite, but from every where you stand, you can see a wall armed with soldiers and swords. How can you be free but still be contained?"
Edward stared at her while she spoke. His expression betrayed none of the confusion and shock that had taken over his mind. He had expected her to be like the other young ladies. Always giggling and swooning over complete nonsense. He was pleasantly pleased by this surprise. Edward stared into her face and her eyes flicked to his as she finished talking. Her face turned an amazing shade of red as he continued to gaze at her.
"I am sorry," she said, looking away. "I have offended you. It was not my place to say. I really must be going." She turned away and started towards the door on the opposite wall.
"Love, Bella," Edward called after her. "They could do it for love."
She looked back at him, startled. "What do you know about love?" she accused. "It is just a feeling, it goes away, and it doesn't last forever." And with that she turned away again, her soft pink dress trailing on the floor behind her as walked quickly to the door.
Edward was still watching her as she passed between the dancers swirling around the floor. And he saw her suddenly fall to the ground as she was just feet away from the entrance. He even started forward to help her to her feet until he realized he was too far away to be of any use.
A black haired young man helped her too her feet, keeping his hands on hers much longer then was necessary, a fact that was noticed by the brilliant red head that he had been dancing with. Bella pulled her hands away, nodded a thank you, and hurried out into the hall, a brilliant red blush on her pale cheeks. Whether from the fall or the unwanted attention, Edward was not sure.
With regret, he pulled his eyes away from the place where she had disappeared and contemplated this mysterious girl. "What an amazing creature," he murmured to himself, as he turned to stare out the great open window into the dark gardens beyond. He saw her small figure hurry down the steps and disappear into the impenetrable darkness. Who said that love was not possible?
So this is a story that I was just playing around with the idea. I will right more if it receives positive reviews. The last story I tried to write turned out dreadful so I decided to try something new. I won't continue though unless I know it's worth writing so tell me what you think. Good reviews and constructive criticism are both appreciated so tell me what you think. Many thanks.