BPOV

Days have passed since Edward's last visit. He told me yesterday on the phone that his father wants him to start following Emmett around.

"Princess, your mother and father want to speak with you in the throne room," Angela, one of my ladies in waiting, said. I turn to her and nodded.

"How many times have I told you to call me Bella?" I asked with a smile.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Bella. I sometimes forget."

"It's okay, Angela." I waved to her as I made my way to the throne room. I opened the door and saw my parents sitting on their respective thrones. I closed the door behind me and a cleared my throat. "Mother, father, you wanted to see me?" I asked. My mother nodded.

"Have a seat, Bella," she said as she gestured to the chair a few feet in front of them. I sat down eyeing them the entire time.

"Isabella, we have some news," Father said.

"What kind of news father?" I asked as I bit my lip. Oh, I hope it's not anything bad...

"You know King William and Queen Sarah of LaPushia?" I nodded. "Well, the King has been having some problems with his health lately; some even say that he is going to die soon." I raised my eyebrows at this news. King William, or what he insists to be called, King Billy, has always been as healthy as a horse. I never thought he would be having health problems.

"His son is next in line for the throne, and the rules say that you cannot take the throne without being wed first..." I raised my eyebrows.

"Go on..." I said.

"Jacob asked for your hand in marraige."

"Are you giving him permission to wed me?" I asked.

"I have no choice, Bella. Just think of this as for the well being of LaPushia." Jacob's two years older than me. I known him since I was three , and we were the best of friends when we were younger. He has had it rough the past few years. He started acting weird when he was around 16 or 17 years old. His emotions started going haywire. Sometimes, he would look all anxious and impatient, then one time, I remember, he snapped at me for just saying 'hi' to him. Several occasions, he would be sad and depressed for days. I worried for him; he wasn't acting like he normally acted. All of those events tore our friendship further and further apart. Last year, I found out he was diagnosed with bipolar.

"Father, I haven't spoken to him in ages."

"He's getting better, Bella. The meds are helping him," he said. I can't accept this. It wouldn't be fair to Edward. When I didn't say anything, Father continued. "Please," he pleaded,

"as Princess, you have to fulfill your duties." I looking warily at him.

"I-I don't... I don't-"

"How about we let you think about it." my mother suggested. I looked up at her and nodded. I exited the throne room. There's no way I'm getting out of this anyway. When was right in front of my bedroom door, my phone rang in my dress pocket.

"Hello?" I answered, not checking the caller I.D. I opened my door and plopped down on my bed.

"Hey, Girlie!" Alice chirped through the phone.

"Oh, hey, Alice," I said with my voice monotone.

"Why so sullen? Did something happen between you and Edward?" she asked.

"No, no. Everything's fine between us." My voice was still monotone.

"Then why the long face I'm picturing you having on right now?"

"It's just something that happened not too long ago..."

"Well, I'm heading toward the castle now. Want to talk about it?"

"It would probably be best," I replied.

"Okie dokie! Well, see you in a few."

"See ya." We hung up. I tossed my phone on one of the chairs across the room and sighed loudly.

A few minutes later, someone, I'm assuming it's Alice, knocked on the door.

"It's open," I called. Alice popped her head out of the door.

"Hey, you okay?" she said as she crossed the room to hug me. She sat down beside me and rubbed my back to comfort me.

"My parents want me to marry Jacob." She raised her eyebrows at my outburst.

"Wait. You mean Prince Jacob of LaPushia?" I nodded into my hands. "But what about-"

"They told me to think about it," I said cutting her off.

"Well, are you going to accept it?"

"I have no choice. Even if I don't accept it, knowing my father, he will force me to walk down that asle."

"We can't let this happen." Alice stood up and faced me. I shook me head.

"Maybe... maybe I should accept it," I said hesitantly, looking at my hands that were on my lap. She raised her eyebrows at me.

"What?" She stared at me like I had three heads.

"I mean, there's no way Edward and I will be together anyway. Both our kingdoms are enemies. We will be found out sooner or later..." Two tiny hands grasped both of my shoulders. I looked up to see Alice, wide eyed and angry.

"WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU, WOMAN?" she yelled. I stared at her in fright. "I noticed a change in you when you talked to him on the phone. You're happier, you're glowing. You are in love with him!" I am? I never thought about that... until know. I do feel happier when I'm around him; it's like he's my other half and he makes me whole.

"I am. I am in love with him," I responded, sound realized.

"So you're not letting him go?" Alice asked hopefully. My smile, that I didn't know I had on, slowly faded.

"You know that saying when you love someone, you let them go?" Her eyes widened and she shook her head frantically.

"No, no. You are not doing that."

"I think it's the right thing to do."

"No, it's not! That's bullshit!" I gave her a stern look.

"Alice!" She knows how I feel about swear words.

"Sorry, it's just... what's wrong with you? Are you feeling alright?" She touched my forehead with the back of her hand. "You just realized you're in love with Edward, and you're just letting him go. You sure you're not sick?"

"I have to do this, Alice. There's no way I could get away from this marriage."

"Yes there is."

"No there isn't."

"There's always a way to get out of things. I just need to think of a plan." I groaned and laid flat on my bed. "I'm not letting you break up with him, Bella."

"If you were in my situation, you would think of breaking up with Jasper, too." I saw her shake her head.

"Actually, that would never cross my mind." I sat up to face her.

"Why?"

"Because, if I have something, or in this case, someone, I would never let them go. Also, 'cause I'm selfish and possesive like that." I stared at her with furrowed eyebrows. "Dude, if you love someone, fight for him, with all your might." Should I fight for him? Yes, you should, you love him right? Yes, I do. Then fight for him, dammit! Hey, language. Sorry...

"Alice, you're amazing!" I exclaimed as I hugged her.

"I know I am." We pulled apart. She clapped her hands and rubbed then together. "Now, let's get crackin' on that plan."