Summary: Isabella Marie Swan was a small village girl from London, England. She was a very polite, respectful, young girl, but stubborn. However, if she had to be, she could be violent and nasty, only if it suited her. One thing she prized was her books and loved to read. Though, now she finds out something that changes her life forever...for the best or worst. Can she be able to hold onto what's most important to her or will she be forced to give it away?

One Peasant, One King, One Queen

Chapter 1, On I Go...

By: Celene Hudor Midnight

"NO!" I bellowed. "I will not do it!"

My dad, Charlie, sighed. "Sweetie, but you have to. He requested you personally and you can't deny him what he wants."

I threw my hands up in the air. "I don't care! I'm not doing it! Can't he get someone else to do it!"

Charlie smiled apologetically. "No…no he can't."

I screamed in frustration and stomped closer to my dad angrily. "Why not!" I screamed into his face…un-lady like might I add.

Usually, this isn't how I acted. Most of the time I do as I say and am a good girl; following the rules and demands. However, what he's making me doing is not something I can stand and the worst part….the worst part is that I have no say in the matter even though I should be able to. Unfortunately, for some mysterious reason, the 'prince' chose me out of all the girls in the village. Me: tangled, curly, dull, brown hair, wet, wretched, mud brown eyes, and paler than white skin. Why he would pick me was a mystery and made me furious, but confused.

Charlie sighed tiredly and turned away from me. "We-we…uh…kind of owe him..?" he tried to explain, but it came out as a question.

My eyes flashed. "What do you mean you owe him?" I demanded.

He gulped and shifted uncomfortably, not answering me. I clutched my hands and tried to calm myself with out much success.

"Tell. Me. Now." I hissed through gritted teeth.

Nervously, he stuttered out, "I-I kind of-of borrowed mon-money from-from him to-to pay for-for our-our ho-house an-and fo-food."


He flinched back from my voice and slumped his shoulders. " I'm sorry! I just couldn't tell you. It-it was too embarrassing…too embarrassing admitting to your own daughter that you-you couldn't take care of her," he pleaded. "You have to understand!"

I breathed in air and closed my eyes, concentrating on gaining my control back before snapping my eyes open and gazing intently at my dad in disappointment. Shaking my head, I plopped down onto our old, torn couch with a big puff! I couldn't believe what he did…what he did without telling me. How could he? I knew this was going to happen. I should had been suspicious when one minute we were almost pour and then dad came home with his 'pay'. Rubbing my eyes, I sighed and leaned back against the couch, feeling tired and worn out. I opened my eyes slowly and looked at Charlie with his short black hair, his stubble, and chocolate brown eyes.

"How long?" I questioned, sleepiness evading my voice.

He stared at me with a confused expression, not quite getting what I meant.

I started to rub my temples to get rid of the migraine that was coming onto me. "How long have you been taking money from him?"

As soon as the question was out of my mouth, he quickly looked away with guilt. I blinked and couldn't help it. I jumped back up, slightly swaying to the side, almost loosing my balance from getting up too fast, but caught myself and faced Charlie.

"Dad, how long have you been taking money from the prince?" I quietly asked with uneasiness.

"Since your mother left…" he replied softly.

My cheeks flushed with anger and I balled up my hands. "NO! WHY CHARLIE? WHY?"

He winced from my high-pitched voice and slumped his shoulders more. "I'm sorry…I had to…"

I threw up my hands once again. "No you didn't! You didn't have to take money from that man! If you told me-"


I coward back from the intensity of his voice, whimpering. Tears threatened to spill over. Before he could of saw me ball my eyes out, I ran to my room and slammed my door shut with a loud bang! I fell onto my bed, tears streaking down my face rapidly. I cried for what seemed forever before my door cracked open slightly and a head poked itself in.

"Honey, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you like that. I-I don't know what came over me," he apologized with shame evading his voice.

Not answering, I turned cover to my side and ignored him. I heard him sigh and gently shut the door. Breathing out a breath, I flip onto my back and stare up at the ceiling with a blank expression. I still couldn't believe he did that to me. The one thing he gives away is the most valuable and prized. Choking on a sob, I squeeze my eyes shut and hope to fall asleep; however, as I laid there for hours, I began to know that I wasn't going to sleep. Although, during the time I stared at the ceiling, I knew what I had to do. Heaving myself off my bed, I started packing my items: clothes, shoes, accessories, and other belongings. Quietly, I opened my door and step out into the little hall that led to the den room. Tip-toeing to the door, I check to make sure Charlie is asleep and leave the letter I wrote him on the kitchen table after I read it over.

Dear my dearest dad,

I know you'll be worrying crazy when you wake up and don't find me in my chamber, so I write this letter to inform you that I've headed out early to get a head start to the palace. I want to get to know the King before I truly make up my mind. I already know that there's a ball and that anybody who wants to can come; that's what I plan to do. I want to see the King before we get introduced as to have an image in my mind. I hope you understand. Please don't fret, I'll send you a message as soon as I can to tell you I'm safe and well. Take care of yourself dad and I hope to see you soon.


Your daughter Isabella Marie Swan

I really didn't want to do anything for the King, but if I had to, I would at least know what I was getting into. Glancing behind me, I soaked in the image of my home before heading down the road to the castle.

On I go…

Heyyyy! Okay, so this isn't my first fanfic. I've actually wrote many other stories and I really shouldn't have, but I couldn't help it. I had an idea and had to start writing. I know most of my stories are on Haitus (On Hold), except for like two stories; however, I'm working on each story. Read more information on my profile. Well, please add this story to Favorites, Alert, review, or send me a message. Thanks! Merry Meet, Merry Part, Merry Meet Again.

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Celene Hudor Midnight