Royally Arranged

Chp 1 Arguements

Bella

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Remember last time I told you arguments at night and I was sent to my room? Wrong this time.

It all started like this.

          " Arabella. I had arranged your marriage." Diana said calmly to me, putting her massaged legs down from the maids. " you are dismissed." She said to them and they bowed and left the room.

           I stared agape at her. " b-but you didn't... Discussed with- with me!" I stuttered, crying out loud at the last part. She turned her head to me coldly and parted her lips to speak. " I'm your mother, Arabella." She narrowed her eyes at me.

            " You are not arranging for me! This is selling me off!" I cried, palms turning to fist. " Arabella, I know what's best for you." Diana said calmly. " Bullshit! You taught me not to do anything before discussing with someone! Liar!" I cried again, pointing my finger rudely at her and she gasped at my gesture and language. " no cursing, Arabella!" She turned furious. " oh don't tell me what to do, Diana." I spat and turned my heels and ran away. She gasped dramatically as I ran.

          " Arabella, I demand you to open this door!" she yelled outside," Never!" I cried and tucked my head in the pillows. She huffed and then I heard heels clicking away. I can't be marriged at eighteen.

          " Isabella, please open the door for your father." A low voice said gruffly in a tone I would never dare to disobey. Walking slowly to the door, I twisted the handle and without sparing a glance back at him, I went back to buried my head in the pillows.

          " Remember you promised us you would do that when you are a child?" he asked, softly, stroking my hair. " I was just an unmature and naive child, father. I don't know anything. I thought every princess gets her happy ever afters!" I cried out at the last part. " You will, Arabella. Like me. Arren't I happy with your mother even though we were also arranged?" he asked calmly. Helplessly, I nodded. " Just Please, Arabella. I am getting older and weaker. Please, get it over." he sighed and I stared at his chocolate brown eyes full with grieve and he turned much more older when he's sad. and i hated it.

          " Fine, papa. I will do it." I sighed and bowed my head down, he immediately turned brighter and trolled off my room after giving me a kiss on the head.

What did I just do?

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          " This one." Diana exclaimed excitedly and pointed at the 80" inch screen above us. She had been super estactic when she found out I agreed with the arrang marrige thingy.

                  I stared agape at the old man. " But mother! He's 50 plus years old!" I gasped and shook my head furiously. " No? Hm..." she frowned. Father chuckled at me and my bodyguards stiffled their laughters when they saw me glaring at them.

           " What about this? Edward Anthony Mason Cullen, richiest family. US, two siblings, wow. All married, excpet him. " Mother blabbered on. " age, mother." I demanded and Father laughed out loud. " 20. a tad older than you. " she nodded knowingly. " What? No pictures?" I asked. " No, hm... all of them had been hacked. " Father narrowed his eyes at the big screen.

           " Ahem. Maybe, he's too handsome and ahem, the girls hacked the pictures to get a better look. Ahem" my bodyguard 'coughed' behind me and I bit my lip, forcing it not to parted and cursed out the words in front of mother.

            " Excellent." Mother beamed and leaned back to the peach colored chair. " Fine!" I bursted out and ran away again, to my room.

          I cant believe I just said that. I know nothing about this man. Maybe he is a druggie. Maybe he's abusive. Maybe he's a player. Oooh. maybe he is a womanizer! The small evil mini me sneered and I gasped. Oh god. What had I gotten myself into?

So... when am I moving?

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           " Goodbye mother." I leaned in and hugged her. She sniffed and kissed my head. " Goodbye. Be good. " Father smiled at me and I leaned in for his embrace too.

             Today's the day. The day of my 18th birthdate and the day I will be leaving this shit hole. " the dove is flying for the last time." Felix sniffed and I rolled my eyes, turning to my annoying bodyguards. I said my goodbyes to them and left with two bodyguards flanked beside me, trollling luggages to a private jet.

         " Goodbye, England." I sighed at the kingdom which is slowly turning smaller and was covered by thick clouds.

           " Your highness. Miss, wake up." someone shook me and I tored my eyes open tiredly. " we had reached. His majesty is waiting for you outside." Stefan informed me and i groaned groggily. Great. my first impression had been ruin. Royals dont like to be waited.

           " I will miss you." I sighed and hugged them both. They embraced me back and I headed to the small door. Open this and that's your fate waiting outside for you. I said mentally and clutched me bags tighter. Fixing my tiara, I rested my hand on the small push knob and my annoying bodyguards urged me to open it. If they are wearing gold peices on their bodes, I am eloping away. I shook my head and opened the damn door.

            " Welcome, your highness." an army of slodiers bowed before me and my mouth fell opened. There's like 60 armies out there. " Ah! Welcome, Arabella!" a tad taller than me nice looking carmel brown hair lady walked pasted the slodiers, hands reaching out. A blonde guy beside her smiled. Boy, ain't it hot! But wait, no one calls after my name before, excpet Mother an Father of course. Confused, I reached the last step of the small flight of stairs and wa greeted by the lovely smiles of the nice people.

          " Um... hi. Is the King and Queen here?" I asked blankly. They looked at each other before bursting out in laughters. I stared more confused at them. " Oh, Arabella. We are the King and Queen!" he exclaimed and my eyes widen in shock. What? No tiara, gold on their head? Thank god!

         They laughed loudly again. And some of the still-bowing armies stifled their laughters. Fuck. Did I just said that out loud? Grimacing in my mind. I gave in a nervous chuckle.

" Sorry." I apologized and they continued laughing. This annoyed me. A lot.

           " That's okay, Arabella. Let's go back to your new home." Esme smiled motherly at me and I'm so homesick. Smiling slightly, I followed them back to the limo.

          " sleep, Arabella. It's a long flight for you." I heard Carlisle murmured. Nodding tiredly, i leaned on the cushion.

"By the way. My name's Isabella. Never the Arabella." I sighed and mumbled with my eyes closed.

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