OK. SO, I STARTED MY THIRD STORY CUZ IM KINDA HAVING WRTER'S BLOCK ON THE SECOND ONE AND I DON'T PLAN ON CONTINUING THE FIRST ONE. PLZ READ AND REVIEW THIS ONE. I DON'T THINK IT HAS BEEN DONE TOO OFTEN SO PLZ CHECK THIS OUT
AS USUAL, I DON'T WON ANYTHING. STEPHENIE MEYER OWNS THE CHARACTER AND I GOT MY PLOT FROM A BOOK CALLED THE SEER AND THE SWORD
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Princess Isabella fled down the marble steps of her castle to get a glimpse of her father for the first time in three months. King Charles (her father) had been conquering the beautiful and rich land of Aria. His famous fighting skill led him to constantly go to war and conquer new nations. Because of the extreme planning and time he put into each of his wars and expeditions, he managed to handle all the extensions to his enormous empire. He always had so much on his mind that Isabella hardly had time to be with him, but she still loved her father all the same.
Isabella looked around and motioned for her guard to pick her up so she could get a better view. The guard chuckled at the eight year-old girl's excitement and set her on his shoulders. Isabella smiled hugely at him and kissed his cheek affectionately. "Oh!" She cried and struggled to get down as her father and his vast army came into view.
"Patience, child. Let them come a little closer. You don't want those huge horses running over you." The guard warned as he put her back down.
"Oh, you worry too much good sir. Those horses would never run over me. I'm princess! And besides, father would save me." Little Isabella grinned up at him as she delivered her tiny speech.
All the lords and ladies around the Princess stared in awe when the little girl spoke as though she was at least 3 years older than she actually was. Isabella seemed to return to her natural age as he father drew near and she frantically tried to escape her guard's grasp and run to her father. The guard struggled against the fierce little girl. It was comical to see a grown man have trouble handling a young girl but then again, it wasn't as if Isabella didn't have any fight training. The Princess had been training in self defense ever since she had been able to walk. And it was only natural for the only heir of Charles the Conquer to be gifted in the art of battle. So, eventually, Isabella slipped out of the guard's grasp and sprinted toward her father, caring nothing of the beautiful dress that she was ruining by treading on.
Hearing cries of joy, King Charles raised his hand to the crowd to indicate another, much anticipated, victory. Suddenly, he saw his daughter spring from the crowd and rush toward his giant steed. He let out a boom of laughter and easily swung up the child in his arms just as the guard came pushing through the crowd.
Upon seeing the princess in the King's arms, he started to apologize but the King waved his apologies away, saying that it would be impossible to stop a Swan from getting what they want when they set their mind to it.
The air around the city seemed to be full of joy when the King and Princess where reunited. In most kingdoms, the Queen would come out to greet the King too, but the King's wife had died while giving birth to their daughter and the King refused to marry another woman in fear that his child would not be given real love; and if he had another child, Isabella would be pushed aside and perhaps, hurt.
He looked down adoringly at his only heir and seemed to forget his high post when he talked to her. "My darling Bella, I have brought you a gift because I knew you missed me." He talked to her kindly and the fatherly love was apparent in his eyes.
"Really?" Bella squealed and hugged her father fiercely. "Can I see it?" She hastily half jumped, half fell of the horse and tugged her father's hand to get him down as well.
He laughed and led her to the infirmary where all the wounded people were resting. He scanned the room quickly and then led the Princess to the back of the room where a young boy lay. He had the most unusual bronze hair and beautiful sharp features. It seemed that he had been bred for perfection. "This, my daughter, is Prince Edward Anthony Mason. He will be your slave."
Bella stood with her mouth agape. The King had never given her a live human as a gift before. She looked up at her father in awe and surprise. Then her gaze dropped back on the bloody, wounded boy. "Thank you, Daddy. He's wonderful." She leaned forward and inspected the body.
King Charlie smiled at his daughter, a small bit of sadness pooling in his eyes. "That is something your mom would have said. Well, my dear, I have to go and check on the rest of the kingdom. Take care of this boy, he will serve you well."
Bella ran to her father and hugged him tightly before letting him go and turning back to her new slave. "I will, Daddy. I'm going to make him as good as new."
The King's smile turned into a concerned frown. He wanted his daughter to be happy, and he knew this boy would cause a lot of trouble if Bella healed him to be as good as new.
PLEASE REVIEW AND TELL ME IF YOU ARE INTERESTED IN THIS STORY SO I WILL KNOW WIETHER TO CONTINUE OR NOT.