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A Royal Inheritance

Summary:
Average American teenager, Isabella Swan, discovers that she is the last member of an ancient royal bloodline and is bound to an unwanted prince by law. She has to move to a new country, learn how to be a princess, and learn how to deal with her new life, or loose everything her ancestors fought for. Bringing this back, better then before. It has been edited and I have a bunch of chapters lined up to go. Let me know what you think.


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8. Like Those Before Us

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"Bella!" Jess screamed, "It's about time! You leave, just vanish without a trace, with these two huge dudes, claiming to be the princess of some strange ass, lost, ancient civilization, and that you are going to marry some hunky prince and then I don't hear from you for weeks. I thought you were dead!"

"I know, I'm sorry," I winced holding the phone away from my ear. "I meant to call but things have just been really busy. I don't even have that long now. If it makes you feel better, I haven't spoken to Jake either."

"Then I am honored to be first," my friend said, placated for now. "You know, I even tried to Google you and nothing! I thought the media would be all over this, American princess and all."

"Illegal," I sighed, pulling my legs up onto the couch in the living room. I needed to be comfy for this; it was going to take a while to reiterate everything that had happened. That's part of what forced my hand to call, other than the guilt of being a bad friend, I needed to say it all out loud to process and wanted a second opinion from someone who wasn't tangled up in this whole thing.

"What do you mean? Everyone can be Googled," Jess stated all matter of fact.

"Nope, the Governors made it illegal to publish almost all information and press on the Royal Family when Emmett started dating Rosalie."

"What?"

"Emmett, aka Prince Henri, decided he wanted to renounce his claim on the throne so he could date a commoner, Rosalie. I am dating Edward; he is the next heir and the one they need me to fulfill the accord with. So now I am in princess lessons, and dating a prince, and am going to be interviewed and photographed by the press for the first time today, and everyone is concerned about my virtue, and Edward is leaving me!" I cried, everything coming out in a big rush. "And he smokes, and uses swords, and flies planes, and…"

"Is he hot?" interrupted Jess.

"You are missing the point," I huffed, curling the phone line around my fingers.

"Answer the question, Bella," Jess pressed, voice serious now.

"Well he is a prince, in the military and rides horses, so I think you can imagine."

"So that's a yes," she said firmly. "And do you like him, has he done anything cruel or terrible?"

"No," I frowned, "of course no, none of them have, they are perfect."

"And….," Jess urged.

"I like Edward, I really do."

"So then there is no problem. Take a deep breath, Bella. If you are happy you just need to sit back and let thing fall where they may. They are royalty for God sakes, do whatever they are telling you, I am sure they have it all figured out."

"Thanks, Jess."

"Anytime, babe. Now do you really have to go? I want an in depth description of everything you just said, and everything you missed, with breaths between sentences this time," Jess said just as Edward knocked and stuck his head through the door.

"Ya, sorry. I wasn't supposed to call, I kind of snuck away from my maid and am now sitting here in a silk dress and pumps talking to you. Edward actually just came to get me," I explained, holding up my finger to Edward.

"Hi Edward!" Called Jess making me pull the phone from my ear again. Edward looked at the phone, taken aback and slightly worried. I laughed.

"Okay, Bella, but call sooner next time or I will have to come over there and hunt you down. Just because you are queen now doesn't mean you can forget the little people you came from."

"Sure thing," I rolled my eyes. "I will do my best. Bye."

"See you," Jess sang and then hung up.

I hung up too and stood, walking towards Edward. He held the door open, then took my hand as we made our way though the halls.

"Sorry," I told him. "that was one of my best friends, Jessica."

"She seems very enthusiastic," Edward replied, choosing his words carefully. His hand slid from mine as we came to the giant front doors.

"That she is," I said as I followed him down the steps and, with a smile to M. Arsnault, into the back seat of the hearse and smoothed out the creases in the skirt of my pearly dress, "Where are we going exactly?"

"To the studio where we did our first interview et puis il y aura des photos." (And then there will be photos.)

"With the press, right?" I checked.

"Oui, plus ou moins." (Yes, more or less.)

"What do you mean 'plus ou moins'? I don't have to sign autographs or anything do I? I've never had to do that before, I don't think I even have a signature."

Edward laughed, "Non, ma belle, just smile, say bonjour, shake hands if you like." (Term of endearment=beautiful…hello.)

We pulled up to the back door of the studio and I felt my jaw drop open. There was a crowd of people, screaming and yelling and shaking signs at the hearse. A group of security guards filed out of the studio doors and began herding the people to either side, creating an aisle.

"Oh my god," I managed, staring.

"Mmmhmm," hummed Edward, clucking his tongue disdainfully. "News travels fast. Rest proche a moi." (Stay close to me.)

M. Arsnault opened the door and the shouts became deafening. Edward played with his cufflinks and then pulled his glasses out of his breast pocket, putting them in place.

"Smile and wave, we need to get inside. The rest will come after." With that he stepped out of the car. I slid down the seat and with a final shaky breath, took Edward's offered hand and followed. The camera flashes were blinding as we began to make our way forward. Edward's hand slid from mine, making me feel even smaller, as he took the lead. I followed, always a step behind, with the Royal guards flanking us. I tried to plaster what I hoped was a smile on my face, waving hesitantly at the group.

It was a relief when we made it into the studio and the doors shut the world out. My heart was still racing and I let out a breath I hadn't realized I had been holding. The peace didn't last long though because suddenly the director was there.

"Bonjour, bonjour!" he cried kissing my knuckles. "It is such an honor to have you back on the show, Princess. And of course you as well, your Highness," he added as a second thought looking hesitantly up at Edward.

"Bonjour," I said, trying to suppress a giggle as I repossessed my hand.

"I have heard that you will be making an announcement. Such an honor, such an honor! You will wait in the same room as your last visit. We will start very shortly," the director announced as he marched off.

Edward clucked his tongue again, making me slap his arm. "Oh be nice, he is just excited."

"Il est impoli," Edward said. (He is rude.)

"You are just jealous because he likes me better," I joked pushing through the door to our waiting room.

"Everyone likes you better," stated Edward with a smile, "and I don't blame them. I like you better too."

I rolled my eyes, "Well, I am pretty great."

We were standing face to face, smiling at each other. I looked over his shoulder, making sure we were alone in the room, before reaching up and pulling off Edward's aviators.

"Ca va?" he murmured holding my eyes. (Are you okay?)

"Everything is fine," I assured him, "just different."

"They are going to ask lots of questions. They do not have all the information correct, and do not need to know everything. They know that we brought you here because of your ancestry and they know of the old accord but that is all. I just need you to prepare for after this. Assumptions will be made, and things may get out of hand."

There was a knock on the door, interrupting him.

"Understood?" Edward pressed, ignoring it.

"Yes."

He barked something out in French in the direction of the door and then, "Alright, let's go." He took the aviators and shoved them in his breast pocket.

Edward swung the door open to find a very nervous looking stage manager on the other side. The stage manager's eyes got big as he took us in and then quickly bowed low before scurrying away.

Edward raised an eyebrow and looked to M. Arsnault who said, "You are supposed to follow. He is the five minute warning."

We could hear the audience as we stood just off stage, still yelling as loud as they had been outside. I could feel my hands shaking as we waited in silence for our cue. Edward must have sensed my nerves because I suddenly felt the back of his hand brush against mine. I looked up at him and he smiled crookedly, a mischievous sparkle in his eye, and then shrugged out of his jacket.

"You looked cold," he said, handing it to me.

I giggled and took the jacket, pulling it on. Edward quickly rolled the sleeves.

We were pushed out onto the stage after that, waving and smiling and the crowd rose to their feet. We made our way over to the couch that had been set out for us beside the host's chair. We shook hands with Claudette and then sat.

"It is wonderful to have you back on the show Your Highness and Mademoiselle Isabella," she smiled sweetly. "Have you adjusted to the Country, Mademoiselle?"

"Yes, I have seen a bit more since I was last here. It is very beautiful," I told her.

Claudette smiled, "Your French has improved."

"Yes, they have been teaching me many things," I replied.

"What is you favorite thing so far?" she asked carefully, trying not to speak too quickly for me.

"I really like the Canette games. I have gone to watch Edward play, and found it very interesting," I responded, because it was interesting and because I was trying to divert the attention to him.

"Yes, congratulations, Sir," Claudette acknowledged. "I hear your team has made it into the championship."

"Thank you very much," Edward said briskly. Well so much for that plan.

Luckily Claudette was not deterred by his gruffness and kept going. "Rumors have been flying around like mad about the two of you, and then we received a special report this morning regarding the media ban and that you have a special announcement. Would you like to elaborate?"

"Yes, like you said, the decision was made to lift the media ban within Solis," Edward said. "I can not say much further about it now, for specific reasons, but there will be a press conference early next month to discuss things further."

"But we are allowed to take pictures now, right? And will see you in the newspaper again?" Claudette asked before taking a sip of water from a bottle she had beside her.

"Yes."

The crowed cheered.

"And, now what about this announcement? Are some of the rumors true?" the host continued.

"That would depend on what they are," Edward said coyly. "Isabella and I have decided to make our way into fulfilling the accord, following the footsteps of our ancestors."

The crowd let out a collective gasp and then began to cheer. Claudette allowed it for a few minutes and then stuck her hand up to quiet them.

"That is quite the announcement. So you are going to get married?"

"No, not yet. We are not even engaged," Edward said.

"Dating then?"

"Yes, I suppose you could call it that."

"Well congratulations. We wish you all the best and a happier ending than your predecessors."

After the interview, I returned his jacket before we were taken to a room filled with photographers. We were ushered over to stand in front of a large white canvas tarp hung in the middle of the room. Edward and I stood awkwardly in front of it, smiling as they clicked away. I was seeing stars by the end of the five minutes and was very glad I just had to stand still. If there had been poses thrown into the mix, it may have been disastrous.

After that, security snuck us out the back through another human tunnel, and we returned to the safety of the fortified castle.

I didn't see Edward very much for the few days afterward. He was holed up in meetings with the governors that had been urgently rushed because of the media thing and because he was leaving. I stayed in my room, mostly, studying the verb packages with Mr. Arsnault. Sometimes Angela would bring me a newspaper or put me in front of a TV and make me read or watch myself in French for practice.

It was a relief when we made it into the studio and the doors shut the world out. My heart was still racing and I let out a breath I hadn't realized I had been holding. The peace didn't last long though because suddenly the director was there.

"Bonjour, bonjour!" he cried kissing my knuckles. "It is such an honor to have you back on the show, Princess. And of course you as well, your Highness," he added as a second thought looking hesitantly up at Edward.

"Bonjour," I said, trying to suppress a giggle as I repossessed my hand.

"I have heard that you will be making an announcement. Such an honor, such an honor! You will wait in the same room as your last visit. We will start very shortly," the director announced as he marched off.

Edward clucked his tongue again, making me slap his arm. "Oh be nice, he is just excited."

"Il est impoli," Edward said. (He is rude.)

"You are just jealous because he likes me better," I joked pushing through the door to our waiting room.

"Everyone likes you better," stated Edward with a smile, "and I don't blame them. I like you better too."

I rolled my eyes, "Well, I am pretty great."

We were standing face to face, smiling at each other. I looked over his shoulder, making sure we were alone in the room, before reaching up and pulling off Edward's aviators.

"Ca va?" he murmured holding my eyes. (Are you okay?)

"Everything is fine," I assured him, "just different."

"They are going to ask lots of questions. They do not have all the information correct, and do not need to know everything. They know that we brought you here because of your ancestry and they know of the old accord but that is all. I just need you to prepare for after this. Assumptions will be made, and things may get out of hand."

There was a knock on the door, interrupting him.

"Understood?" Edward pressed, ignoring it.

"Yes."

He barked something out in French in the direction of the door and then, "Alright, let's go." He took the aviators and shoved them in his breast pocket.

Edward swung the door open to find a very nervous looking stage manager on the other side. The stage manager's eyes got big as he took us in and then quickly bowed low before scurrying away.

Edward raised an eyebrow and looked to M. Arsnault who said, "You are supposed to follow. He is the five minute warning."

We could hear the audience as we stood just off stage, still yelling as loud as they had been outside. I could feel my hands shaking as we waited in silence for our cue. Edward must have sensed my nerves because I suddenly felt the back of his hand brush against mine. I looked up at him and he smiled crookedly, a mischievous sparkle in his eye, and then shrugged out of his jacket.

"You looked cold," he said, handing it to me.

I giggled and took the jacket, pulling it on. Edward quickly rolled the sleeves.

We were pushed out onto the stage after that, waving and smiling and the crowd rose to their feet. We made our way over to the couch that had been set out for us beside the host's chair. We shook hands with Claudette and then sat.

"It is wonderful to have you back on the show Your Highness and Mademoiselle Isabella," she smiled sweetly. "Have you adjusted to the Country, Mademoiselle?"

"Yes, I have seen a bit more since I was last here. It is very beautiful," I told her.

Claudette smiled, "Your French has improved."

"Yes, they have been teaching me many things," I replied.

"What is you favorite thing so far?" she asked carefully, trying not to speak too quickly for me.

"I really like the Canette games. I have gone to watch Edward play, and found it very interesting," I responded, because it was interesting and because I was trying to divert the attention to him.

"Yes, congratulations, Sir," Claudette acknowledged. "I hear your team has made it into the championship."

"Thank you very much," Edward said briskly. Well so much for that plan.

Luckily Claudette was not deterred by his gruffness and kept going. "Rumors have been flying around like mad about the two of you, and then we received a special report this morning regarding the media ban and that you have a special announcement. Would you like to elaborate?"

"Yes, like you said, the decision was made to lift the media ban within Solis," Edward said. "I can not say much further about it now, for specific reasons, but there will be a press conference early next month to discuss things further."

"But we are allowed to take pictures now, right? And will see you in the newspaper again?" Claudette asked before taking a sip of water from a bottle she had beside her.

"Yes."

The crowed cheered.

"And, now what about this announcement? Are some of the rumors true?" the host continued.

"That would depend on what they are," Edward said coyly. "Isabella and I have decided to make our way into fulfilling the accord, following the footsteps of our ancestors."

The crowd let out a collective gasp and then began to cheer. Claudette allowed it for a few minutes and then stuck her hand up to quiet them.

"That is quite the announcement. So you are going to get married?"

"No, not yet. We are not even engaged," Edward said.

"Dating then?"

"Yes, I suppose you could call it that."

"Well congratulations. We wish you all the best and a happier ending than your predecessors."

After the interview, I returned his jacket before we were taken to a room filled with photographers. We were ushered over to stand in front of a large white canvas tarp hung in the middle of the room. Edward and I stood awkwardly in front of it, smiling as they clicked away. I was seeing stars by the end of the five minutes and was very glad I just had to stand still. If there had been poses thrown into the mix, it may have been disastrous.

After that, security snuck us out the back through another human tunnel, and we returned to the safety of the fortified castle.

I didn't see Edward very much for the few days afterward. He was holed up in meetings with the governors that had been urgently rushed because of the media thing and because he was leaving. I stayed in my room, mostly, studying the verb packages with Mr. Arsnault. Sometimes Angela would bring me a newspaper or put me in front of a TV and make me read or watch myself in French for practice.

"I can't rule a country!" I practically yelled.

"Oh but you can. You will have my help as well as the help of the entire Dumas family. You would have been doing this with Edward in the first place, should the two of you get married. You will be more of a figure head, really."

"But I have had no training!" I stuttered.

Richard patted my hand and then began to lead me forward again. "Do not worry, Princess. These are all merely possibilities. My plan may not work at all. Then we would be, as the Americans put it, 'screwed'."

Richard took me through a pair of ornately carved wooden doors and into a room covered in paintings. There was a row of lavish benches running down the center.

"This is part of the castle open to the public. It is a gallery of the portraits of all of the Kings and Queens of Solis and those they were able to rescue from Arcadis. I wanted to show you one in particular."

We stopped in the middle of the hall in font of a painting that was probably about six feet tall and framed in gold. There was a man in a blue and white military uniform, sword at his waist. He was handsome with square feature and dark hair. At first I thought that something was wrong with his eyes, until I realized that they were just they were painted different colors, the same colors as Edward's. He was standing beside a beautiful woman, in an emerald gown, with a giant sapphire pendant at her neck and one on her ring finger. Her skin was pale, eyes were dark and she had beautiful black waves. Like him, she had a sword at her waist.

"Who are they?" I asked, amazed.

These are King Edward of Solis and Princess Isabella of Arcadis," Richard replied.

"You're kidding," I balked.

"No," Richard assured shaking his head. "This is why everyone is so amazed. You and Edward are very similar to The Great King and Princess Isabella. You see, just like your Edward, the King was a very dark and angry man. His country was in trouble, as France was planning to invade Arcadis, and he knew that Solis would be next. He was head of the army and was sent over to Arcadis by his brother, King Bellamy V, to make plans with King Charles. While Edward was there, he and King Charles's sister, Princess Isabella, fell in love. Isabella was a charming and beautiful young girl with lots of spirit. She was trained in the army along with her brother so she was there to assist with the plans. The problem was that King Charles had planned to marry Isabella to the King of France to prevent the invasion.

"To escape this fate, Isabella ran away with Edward back to Solis. They were married in secret, the necklace a wedding gift from Edward. When the King of France discovered this, he attacked Arcadis and vowed only to stop if Edward and Isabella surrendered themselves. Edward would not let Isabella go but she could not let her country be destroyed, so she snuck away. The King of France killed her at his feet and then continued on to Solis to hunt down Edward. The invasion was halted though; Solis won the battle. Edward mourned Isabella the rest of his life."

"That is so sad," I said, staring up at the painting.

"Sad but great. This is why Edward is Edward, it is the eyes. He will be King Edward II if my plans are successful, and you Queen Isabella III. You already have him, Princess, just do not do anything to lose him." Richard pulled a black velvet bag from his pocket and pressed it into my hand. "Keep his heart safe, Princess," Richard said as left me standing alone in the room.

I fell back onto one of the benches and pulled my polka dotted knees up to my chest, my mind running over everything he had said. Carefully, I undid the tassel of the bag and shook the contents into my hand. A giant, tear shaped sapphire fell into my palm, a silver chain running after it.