I have another story.

I had to publish this before I forgot.

I have another story idea too.

It's Inuyasha also, It's where anyone that is Demon or Miko goes to a special academy where they are trained to destroy Naraku's army that has been invaded Japan. Kagome is sent there and she meets Inuyasha. The mating bond is instant and they mate. Inuyasha is sent with a group to go for Naraku directly. It was deemed an impossible mission. Kagome was told not to wait for Inuyasha. She moves away and tries to forget about Inuyasha. It doesn't work though.

That will be posted soon and I hope that you take the time to read it.

On with the story. Enjoy

~Oh~Bella~Oh~Bella~Oh~Bella~Oh~Bella~Oh~Bella~Oh~Bella~Oh~Bella~Oh~Bella~Oh~Bella~Oh~Bella~Oh~Bella~Oh~Bella~Oh~Bella~Oh~Bella~Oh~Bella~Oh~Bella~

"Bella I hate to do this, I really do. But if you do not marry either Prince Jacob or Prince Edward you will be disowned. It was in your Father's will. You have to choose. They are both fine Princes and they live are part of respected families", explained my Uncle Charlie. Aunt Renee looked at me with sympathy, she having been in the same position not too long ago.

I sat back shocked, marriage? I am only 17 almost 18. And they live so far, Prince Jacob is from Brazil and Prince Edward is from England. Those are very different from Italy.

My name is Isabella Marie Swan, and I am the Princess of Italy. {A/N The Volturi are going to be from France} My parents Emmett and Rosalie Swan were murdered the day of my birth. I was raised by my Aunt Renee and Uncle Charlie. I have no siblings or cousins. They need to marry me off or my lineage will die with me. I understand that completely, but must they rush me? I still have things I want to do before I have to settle down.

"Oh", I stuttered looked at me with a tender eye," You have a few months to decide, and do not worry. We are going to visit them both. On your 18th birthday, you will have to choose."

"May I have a moment please?", I asked. "Of course my dear take your time", said Renee. I quickly excused myself from the table and hurried to my room. Once I got there I threw myself on the bed and sobbed into my pillow.

When my tears had dried I clutched my pillow and stared up at the ceiling. Based on names I think Edward was far more regal and authoritative than were based on names I would probably marry Edward. But it isn't about names, for all I know Edward could be a snob. But I am not one to judge so I mustn't think wrong of somebody I have not met.

A soft knock broke my train of thought. "Yes", I called. "Bella, may I come in?", asked Renee. "Of course Aunt Renee", I answered. She came in, hovering by my bed. "I understand what you're going through and I believe that some good will come from it. You may not think that now but you will sooner or later", she said.

I sat up and looked her in the eye," Thankyou for that, I needed it." And in truth, I did need it. "It's just that I want to do so many things. I won't be able to do it if I am married", I confessed.

"Oh, why we can do whatever is on your list in these few months that we have", she exclaimed with a beautiful smile. My face lit up with a smile as well.

"What is first on your list dear niece?", she asked. "I want to bake a cake", I said. "I'll have the cooks start on it", she said trying to leave. "No", I shouted.

She looked at me appalled. "I'm sorry it's just that I want to do it on my own, or maybe with you", I said meekly. "Oh, what a wonderful idea. When do you want to do it", she questioned with a smile.

"May we do it tomorrow", I asked. "Yes I think we can do it tomorrow", she responded. I jumped up and squealed. Once again Renee looked appalled, so I quickly composed myself. "Uh I mean thank you", I said calmly. "Much better", she nodded. "Wash up and come down. You need to finish dinner'', she told me and left.

I washed my face quickly and walked downstairs, to the dining room. "I'm happy you have agreed to it Bella, I only want what is best for you", he explained. I nodded," Yes sir. I was wondering if you could participate in a few activities with me?"

"Such as what?", he asked. "Normal stuff, such as horseback riding. Attending jousting. You have sheltered me too much. I want to experience the life of a commoner", I explained.

He nodded,"Yes yes that would be alright." I smiled brightly at him,"Thank you, Uncle." He waved me off,"It is the very least I can do for you. I am marrying you off."

"But it is for my well-being", I reminded him. "Yes, yes for your well-being. I feel like a dictator of sorts just the same. Forcing you into marriage", he said lost in thoughts. "Nevermind that", scolded Renee,"Let's just enjoy dinner peacefully."

With that, we continued eating our splendid dinner of salmon and we finished we bid our dues and went to at least they did, instead, I lit a candle and got out a canvas.

I got a pallet and collected my paints, putting dark greens, pastels, blues, skin colors too dark russett and a pale white. I sat on my stool and got to work, letting my mind wander. My hand flew over the easel spreading the paint, creating shapes that I paid no mind to. I imagined my Mother and Father, how they looked. I was told that my father was a giant of a man, with the personality of a young child. He was firm when needed.

My Mother was often described as an astounding woman. Beautiful both in heart and in the body. Uncle told me that I looked more like Father than Mother. With his eyes and hair, but her facial features. I played out a scene in my mind. I was on a picnic with them, wearing a fine gown. Mother and Father next to me, looking as though it was the time of their lives. We told corny jokes, ate fine finger foods, and settled down with a group hug.

But even in my mind, I can't have a happy ending. Their murderers sprang from the bushes and attacked. Murdering them and forcing me to watch. When they finished they left me with their limp bodies.

I shook myself of the horrible images and looked at the painting in front of me. It was a picture of two men with me in the middle. One was a hulking figure, with dark russet skin. His facial features were pleasant, though ordinary. I was in the middle, my arms stretched towards the second man. He was breathtaking. He had beautiful pale skin, beautiful topaz eyes. His bronze hair was in a casual array that had me itching to run my hands through.

Whoever he was he was mine. I don't care if he was poor, though by the looks of his clothing he was far from it. I looked out of my window to see that it was pitch black outside. I put up my paint and easel and grabbed the candle, walking to my closet. I picked out a comfortable nightgown and shrugged it on. Then I walked to my bed and settled myself in its warm abyss. I blew out my candle and got ready for sleep to overtake me.

And it did, the entire time though, I dreamt of the bronze haired man.

~Oh~Bella~Oh~Bella~Oh~Bella~Oh~Bella~Oh~Bella~Oh~Bella~Oh~Bella~Oh~Bella~Oh~Bella~Oh~Bella~Oh~Bella~Oh~Bella~Oh~Bella~Oh~Bella~Oh~Bella~Oh~Bella

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