Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight series or the characters. Everything belongs to Stephenie Meyer. This will be the only time I post this so it goes for the whole story. Happy reading!

No flames please It is my first story, but criticism is welcome. Thanks! Please review if you like, if not no big deal for me, just makes me feel better.

Bear with me; I just like the idea of Bella being a witch and a princess. I never really found what I was looking for in other princess or witch stories. So instead of making two I made them into one! Yay! So far I have no idea where the story will go because I was bored finally decided to make one after an entire year of being on this site. I just couldn't find a story I wanted to read that I haven't already read! Ok, enough READ! Rating may change to "M" later, I haven't decided yet.

"Princess Bella!" The familiar voice said. "We need to get you ready to visit your parents this evening, get up wake up now."

It was my maid and dear friend Angela. We go to the same school, her family just happens to work for my family, not to mention I am higher on the social society ladder. Angela calmly puts it that I run with the gorgeous rich people who care of no one but themselves.

I would have to agree. I know I didn't belong in that group. I knew it without Angela telling me so. That still leaves the question, where do I belong? The only place I can partially place myself is with Angela, seeing as she was a witch too. She just doesn't have my social standing.

I was gently shoved. I groaned, "It's too early to get ready for something that is going to happen in the evening." She opened my curtains. I groaned again and mentally shut them. "The sun," I hissed, "I'm burning!"

Angela just laughed, "Silly Bella." She paused, and then hesitantly said, "Bella?"

"Yes?" I responded.

"Well I was thinking. You and I both know they have the witch's legends wrong, what if the vampire legends are wrong too?"

I thought about it for awhile and responded, "Yes, I suppose they could be wrong. What brought all this on Angela?"

She proceeded cautiously, "Well, you've heard about the new family coming to town, correct?"

"Of course I have Angela, who hasn't?" I said wonder what she was getting at.

Angela laughed slightly at a memory. "Well, last night the employees had a get together. Jacob Black told some scary stories. One of which was about his people and how they turn into werewolves, remember that one?" I nodded and she continued, "The other half of the story he didn't tell us was about a link to the werewolves and some treaty with vampires. I don't remember what the treaty was but he said the vampires are the very same family that just moved here!"

I was shocked. I was a witch, Angela was a witch, and we knew Jacob to be a werewolf. There was no way we were going to pass judgment on whether or not vampires are real, especially when we were wrong about werewolves. We found out the hard way, I would have rather of been told about Jacob by himself. He had to save us one day from an angry boar. He told us not to worry and transformed into a big hairy wolf. He is our best friend; I guess mythical creatures run together.

Maybe that was our place, with other mythical creatures. Maybe, just maybe, society standings don't matter to mythical creatures. I certainly didn't care about Jacob and Angela's standings, and they didn't care about mine. I insisted that we keep the whole "Princess Bella" thing to a minimum. I wanted to be open with my friends, without the social courtesies. I just wanted us to be ourselves around each other. They tend to slip up every once in awhile because they have to play their roles so often. I don't hold it against them, it's not like they can help it. It was drilled into them from birth.

I decided to get out of bed. "Angela?" I asked.

"Yes Bella?"

"Why would it concern me whether or not the new family is vampires or not? I only leave the palace to go to school and very seldom trips with my family or with you and Jacob. I will probably never meet these people. Or was it a clever attempt to try to wake me up?"

She looked worried, my heart dropped, something had happened. "Angela, what has happened have you been transferred!?"

Angela shook her head and sadly smiled, "No Bella. I am not supposed to tell you this but I heard your parents talking. You will indeed be meeting the family. You may even have to marry one of the members."

I blanched, "What!?" I asked incredulously.

"That's why your parents wanted you to wake up early. They wanted you to be ready just in case the family arrived early, so you wouldn't be walking about indecently and were up and ready to greet them in a moments time."

I said quietly, "Angela, I can't be forced into marriage, I just can't. I want to marry for love, why are they doing this!?"

"Well," Angela started to say and paused.

"What Ang? I am sure I can take this, the bad news has already passed."

"Well," she continued, "they said something about bringing peace. That is all I caught before I had to leave before I was caught."

I just stared at her. "What does that mean, 'bringing peace'? We are witches! We don't fight with anyone else; we are calm, quiet race, and we only fight when we have to. Why would we need to bring peace to anything!? Isn't everyone peaceful between the races!? The humans have no idea any of us exist! What peace do we need?" I was ranting, I couldn't help it the very idea that something may be threatening us and I didn't know about it frightened me.

Angela came over to hug me. "I'm sorry Bella. I wish you didn't have to go threw with this, but you are the last Princess of the witches. Not to mention your family is the last royals ever since those dreadful periods were all the witches were disappearing for about a hundred year. Our race is still disappearing; did you hear that Eric Yorkie's mother went missing? We are a dying race, if your marriage is to help us survive I will try to help you in any way I can and I pray you will love him."

I shuddered, "Do not think such things Angela that will never happen again, especially if I have to be queen."

She smiled and nodded, "Of course Bella, you will make a great queen. No one will stand in the way of your command. You are too stubborn and strong spirited. I still wonder how you can be so shy though."

I scoffed, "You should talk Miss Angela, and I seem to recall you are quite shy also."

She giggled, "Touché."

Just then there was a knock at my door. "Come in." I responded.

It was an unfamiliar girl. She must be new to the house, I decided.

"Princess," she said, "Your mother told me to give her an update on your progress."

I sighed, "Tell her I will be down in an hour."

"Yes, your highness." I cringed; I hated being referred to as anything but Bella.

I stopped her from leaving. "May I ask your name?"

The girl looked scared, "My name is Jenna, and I am filling in for my mother, just for today. She disappeared, but she will be back I know it." She said the last part furiously and confidently.

I smiled at her, I was glad for her attitude but everyone knows that when a witch goes missing they are never found again. "Please, call me Bella. Welcome to the castle."

She smiled at my welcome and timidly said, "Thank you, Miss," she hesitated, "Bella". I smiled as she left.

"Poor girl," I said to Angela. She quietly agreed.

"Alright, let's get this over and done with, what should I wear?"

Angela walked over to my closet and examined my clothes. Before long she pulled out a beautiful floor length, candy apple red, gown. "What about this one?" (Dress on profile if you must see, I hate going into detail AND reading about it. I just like the pictures so! That is were they will be for your viewing pleasure.)

I was simple, nothing too flashy, I agreed. It was a beautiful dress. "Angela, you have a great eye for things I would actually wear, unlike that horrid Jessica Stanley."

Angela laughed, "You mean Jessica Stanley, the one that insists that she reminds everyone, everyday, that she is of some kind of noble one."

I nodded my head gravely and walked into my changing area, "The very one, she insists on trying to give me her old dresses. She thinks they are so glamorous, I am sorry to say but they are completely not my style. In fact, I don't think they are anyone's style." Jessica was all about a show. She bought dresses that were enormous and bright; trying to get her noticed more.

Angela snickered, "Well, hopefully Jessica doesn't show up for the meeting today with that new family. You know the entire town knows by now." Of course, I thought, Forks is so small everyone would know by now. As usual, long before I do, it's silly. I have to run this town someday don't I? So, why am I always left in the dark?

I was finally dressed. Angela and I made our way downstairs. We said our goodbyes; it's usually this time of day that she goes to talk to her fiancé Ben Chenney. He was a nice boy, I approved of him for Angela, for she only deserved the best.

I watched her walk away for awhile. I slowly turned around and headed toward the throne chamber doors. I bid the guards good day, which they returned with a smile. I'm glad that they don't feel threatened or uneasy in my presences. I took a deep breath and opened the heavy doors.