AN: There was a lot of confusion over the agreement and why they didn't marry and such. So I decided to to the story in Bella's pov also. This actually starts before the first chapter of For The Love Of The King.

I sat in the seat by the window trying in vain to concentrate on the book resting in my lap. I let out a deep breath and closed the book noiselessly and peered out of the window. Half of the King's army was situated downstairs talking to my father and his men about coming to some sort of agreement. They had been talking about it for almost three days. I bit my lip nervously. I was all for stopping this unnecessary uprising, but I just hoped that it wouldn't result in my father being exiled or something more terrible.

I jumped as a door downstairs slammed shut. My heart beat fast as I saw a man walk down the steps and mount his horse. He rode off in a fast gallop sending gravel spraying out behind him. I frowned, why would only one leave when there were so many still here?

"Miss Swan?" I spun around to find William, one of my father's closest advisors standing in the library doorway. I smiled warmly at him," Whatever can I do for you William?"

He bowed his head respectfully and continued," Your father wishes to see you privately in his office." I frowned, not understanding why he would want to see me when he had visitors here, especially rather hostile visitors. I picked up my skirts and walked over to William immediately," Is he alright?" He nodded," He has good news for you." I bit my lip, but said nothing. He led me through the house until we reached my father's office. He knocked before opening the door," Ah Isabella you came." My father smiled warmly at me from behind his desk.

I smiled back hesitantly as William left closing the door behind him as he took his leave." Would you like to take a seat?" My father offered waving his hand towards the seat opposite his. I sat down anxiously," You wanted to see me?" I said baffled.

He nodded and stood up leaning on his desk," You know that we have had conflict with the king over my position as his long lost-fifth-cousin-twice-removed-son. Well this morning a letter from the king himself came through agreeing to the plan we had thought out." He paused briefly before continuing," Isabella, in their camp resides a man by the name of Cullen. As you know the Cullen's are a very high and prestigious family that are very close to the king, related even. Well, with the blessing of the king you and him are to produce a heir that will ultimately be given his name, but still be connected to me."

I blinked at him astonished before a smile came on my face. I couldn't help but feel so much love for my father in that moment. Here I had been thinking that my father didn't particularly care for me, that I was useless to him and he had shown that not only he cared but maybe loved me. I beamed at him my heart fluttering with emotion," Oh father that is excellent! When is the wedding going to take place?" He frowned and rubbed his chin." I'm afraid dear Isabella that you have misunderstood me." I frowned, what else could what he said mean?" I don't understand father."

He looked me square in the eye," There is no marriage." I stared back at him trying to understand that he was telling me. Hadn't he just said that I would be reproducing with a relative of the king? Had I heard wrong? "No marriage?" I said dumbly. He nodded," I am giving you to him for the purpose of reproduction, nothing more, nothing less. I do not want you marrying into that family." A wave of horror crashed over me as his words sunk in." You want me to be his whore?" I shrieked.

He drew his lip into a thin line." I do not want you marrying into that family. I have already chosen a husband for you. When you come back you will be married to him."

My mouth fell open. My father was shipping me off to become, a man I knew nothing about, mistress, his whore. I was a broodmare.

I slumped back into my chair as the room started spinning. How could he do this to me? He refused to even let me marry the man first. What if he was already married? I had heard that it wasn't unusual for men to take a mistress even when married. Tears gathered in my eyes and I tried to push them back.

"Why?"

I whispered as I felt the anger start to color my cheeks. I stood up and leaned across the desk," How could you do this to me?"

I shouted at him. I didn't care that it was considered rude, improper to speak to my father like this. He deserved it. He had used me to get what he wanted. He had disgraced my name. I would never be able to show my face in public after this.

He looked up at me calmly no hint of emotion on his face," Isabella you need to control yourself."

He said quietly. I laughed bleakly, angry tears streaming down my face," Control myself? I will not bloody well control myself." I hissed.

" I always suspected that you didn't care for me. That I was a bother to you, but this? This just shows that you were never a father to me. You never had an inkling of feeling towards me. I never asked to be born you know. I'm sorry I'm not the son you always wanted. I'm sorry that it was my fault mother died, but you know what I am not sorry for? I'm not sorry for saying this: I hate you."

With that I turned and fled from the room. I ran blindly down the halls not looking where I was going, not caring when I bumped into the servants, I just needed to be alone. I pushed open forcibly the doors to my room and collapsed on my bed, my head buried in my pillows. I scrunched my eyes tightly shut and prayed that this was all a dream, that I would wake up and everything would be back to normal. I curled up in a small ball and cried until there was no more tears to shed.

I don't know for how long I lay there simply staring into my pillow. I couldn't feel anything anymore. My whole body was numb. I clenched my fist tightly, digging my nails into the skin of my palm. Why me? The question plagued me, as there was no answer to it.

There was a knock on my door, but I ignored hoping that they would leave me alone. I didn't feel like seeing anyone right now. The door opened and I was relieved to hear the swish of skirts. "Oh my poor dear." I felt a hand stroke my hair as the bed dipped, signalling that they were sitting on my bed." What did I do to deserve this Maggie?" I asked quietly. She sighed," Nothing my dear, no one deserves this fate. Your father is a hard man Bella, he does not understand how to love." She was silent for a time while I thought about what she had said. I sighed and rolled over to face her," I expect he sent you."

She nodded," Yes, he requires you to sign the agreement while the men are still here."

Tears welled up in my eyes again," I can't Maggie. How can I give myself to a man who does not want me? How can I sign away my freedom, my innocence?"

She stroked my cheek," Hush child, you must do this, if you do not your father intends for you to marry William's son, Jacob." I blanched. Jacob was almost half way through his thirties with yellowing teeth and a loud laugh. A week ago I would have thought she was joking, but now I knew that there was no boundary that my father wouldn't cross to get what he wanted.

I swallowed deeply and sat up, trying to ignore the tightening in my chest. I stood up and tried to smooth down my skirts as much as possible. I turned to Maggie," How do I look?" I asked bravely. She smiled and beckoned me over. I walked on wobbling feet until I reached her. She pulled the pins out of my hair and redid it." There you go." She stood up and hugged me," You remind me so much of your mother sometimes." I smiled weakly and followed her as we walked slowly down the halls of what used to be my home.

The shadows danced and bounced off the walls giving it an eerie feel. I could hear every heart beat in my chest match my steps, the beat similar to a funeral march. She stopped outside two huge wooden doors and glanced at me," This is it." I nodded and looked straight ahead, my face a mask of calm. She opened the doors and walked in," I have her My lord." She curtsied and left shooting me a reassuring glance. I took a deep breath and walked in. Every eye in the room followed me as I walked to the empty seat next to my father. I sat and bowed my head fighting back the tears.

"Well now that she is here we can finish off this business." I didn't recognize the voice that spoke, but I did not dare look up either. They spent the ten minutes going over the arrangements. They would be sending my belongings straight to his estate near London and they expected the agreement to come into act as soon as I wrote my name down. My father touched my arm and I fought the urge to pull away from his grasp," Isabella, you must make your mark on the agreement."

I looked up briefly at the faces around the table wondering if any of them were the man I would be giving myself to. Every eye stared back before glancing away embarrassed, probably seeing how red and puffy my eyes were from crying. Bile rose up in my throat as I nodded. A parchment was pushed in front of me with a pen and pot.

In the name of the king and his councilmen this agreement has been drawn up between the two fighting parties to end the fighting peacefully. Charles Swan and Lieutenant Volturi have come to an accord stating that the daughter of Charles Swan and Private Cullen are to produce an heir that will carry the Cullen name and be placed in court close to the King, denouncing Charles Swan's claim on the King or on anything in the King's country that belongs to the King. Any other children produced in this time will not be treated as such.

The following has been signed before witnesses and the King has given it the royal seal of approval.

With shaking hands I picked up the pen and dipped it into the inkpot. I brought it to the parchment and wrote my name at the bottom: Isabella Swan under the neatly hand scripted writing of the words: Edward Cullen.

AN: So what did you think? Are you understanding more about the story? Review!