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The princess and I

About half a century after Edward's departure, Bella and Edward find themselves in an extemely uncomfortable position, Bella's the bride, but Edward isn't her groom.

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8. Chapter 8: Fairytales

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Bella’s P.O.V.

“Big sister? Are you all right? Were you harassed? I could take care of that, just say the word.” Jane offered for the hundredth time.

“I’m fine,” I grumbled, grabbing fistfuls of satin, as I paraded across the room in my overdone wedding gown.

Heidi patted the seat, and I was forced through another round of inch- thick make- up.

I fidgeted restlessly, as the Volturi females fussed over every minute detail of my hair and face.

“Stop moving, your highness,” Heidi complained.

I frowned at my reflection in the full- length mirror, “Are you sure this is a wedding dress? It looks more like a wedding cake to me, look at all the layers of this thing!”

“It’s not a thing,” Jane protested, “It’s our Volturi princess’ wedding gown for her fairytale happily- ever- after.”

A chorus of dreamy sighs echoed off the room walls. I groaned, where was my knight- in- shining- armor when I needed one?

As if on cue, a prompt knock shook my door. I breathed a silent sigh of relief. Gianna bristled away from the throng irritably, rather angry to be interrupted.

My breath was caught, for when the door opened a slightest crack, I caught a glimpse of my very own Prince Charming, or rather, my dream prince. In every happily ever after, Prince Charming would sweep the princess off her feet, taking her to a faraway castle to live for the rest of their days.

This prince, however, was not in the least interested in this princess. There would be no ‘sweeping of feet’, no riding off into the sunset, on a white- backed stallion with a golden mane, certainly no magical kisses which broke evil spells.

That was never quite his style.

“May I have an audience with her majesty?” his voice was impishly cheerful.

Gianna’s tone was chagrinned, “Her majesty does not wish to see anyone for the time being, I request that you please leave.”

Gianna was fast, but Edward was faster As she attempted to shut the door, Edward easily slipped in. He grinned at her outraged expression, dazzling her momentarily.

“Must I remind you that this is a crime? And those who commit crimes must be punished.” Jane quipped innocently.

If it was anyone else, they would have dismissed her as no more than a precious, adorable child. But it wasn’t, and how well did I know Jane’s treacherous talent… I would never bear to see Edward put through that.

My voice was commanding when I spoke, the voice of the princess, “Jane, step down. Now.”

She looked at me in disbelief, but obeyed without a single protest, simpering at Edward angrily.

Edward seemed completely at ease in a room filled with hostile vicious vampires that craved torturing him. Each lethal set of eyes were trained on his perfect features, accessing his strengths and weaknesses silently.

“I seek an audience with the princess,” he smiled my favorite lopsided smile.

“And now you have it, speak.”

I barely picked out his movements, but I was aware of the fact that I was literally being swept off my feet.

“What are you doing?” I yelped in panic.

His irresistible velvet voice was at my ear, “Saving my damsel in distress.”

His gentle hands cradled me gingerly as we ‘took flight’. Clinging to his arms, with a desperation I hadn’t realized possessed me, I closed my eyes, deciding to play along, pretending that he loved me.