Royally Arranged

Chp 12 Let Her Go

I was planned to be born, reluctantly. How I wish I was born willingly in my mother's arms. I'm not. Family tradition: a son and a daughter.

If something happened to the son, the daughter will be the spare majesty.

I am a spare child.

I don't hate them, I resent them. I resent my parents. They didn't want me at first at all. I am just the spare Queen. I am like the spare tyre. If one flatten, I will be the spare one. I hate-no. I loathed it.

Life is never fair. My brother comes first. Cameron always come first. But what can I do? Maybe it's karma.

They never called. My parents never called or visit since the last tragedy happened. The fight we had. They never called. I just saw the news. My parents flew all the way from England to Iraq because my brother had a fucking splinter.

If I had a splinter? ' Go, go to the royal nurse. I am sure they will stitch you up,'. If my brother had a splinter? ' oh, my darling! Does it hurts? I will get some painkillers now! Someone! Call the ambulance! My son is deeply hurt!' BULLSHIT. They won't even spare a stupid glance at me.

No one wants me. Not even Edward, not even my own parents. Life sucks, then you die.

" Bella?" Someone murmured. My hearts fluttered at the sweet honey sound. " Bella, can I come in?" He asked again, knocking.

" ye-yeah. Come in." I stuttered an hit up from the king-sized bed. He stepped in and widen his shoulders. I breathed, it's been a while since I saw him. Either he was in his room or avoiding me. Well this is new.

My jaw clenched. You should be mean to him, Bella.

But I couldn't. Just stare at his angelic features and face and oh the smooth oh smooth tousled bronze hair...-snap out of it. I demanded angrily in my head.

" Bella? You okay? You are frowning." he mumbled worriedly. I smoothen the crease on my forehead and straighten up.

" Hey, yeah." I chuckled nervously, twirling a strand of hair with my pinkie. He cleared his throat and straightened up too. " I came in to tell you something." he trailed off, leaving me blank.

Is he going to forgive me? Whoah, wait....wait! Me forgive him or he forgives me?

Oh right. He forgives me. Right.

Please say you will forgive me. Please, please, please!

He huffed and parted his lips as he spoke. It seemed like two freaking hours instead of minutes. Everything went in slow-mo. Oh damn, just tell me the answer! I fidgeted the hem of my jacket and tried not to clear my uncomfortable throat again. It's so embarrassing.

" I came in here to-" yeah? Answer, answer, answer, tell me you will forgive me! I practically screamed inside. " -that Esme had cooked dinner. She wants you down now." F-CK THAT.

Fuckity cricket. He just fucking came into my room nervously and told me that Esme wants me down?! For fuck's sake! I thought he is going to say something between us. Damn him!

I so wanted to murder him right now. Swords or arrows? Swords. Guns or swords? Guns. Fire pits or guns? Fire pits. A night with Hades or fire pit? A fucking fortnight with Hades.

I rolled my eyes mentally at him and walked pass him.

" remember to close the lights before you go out."

" Hey, Esme. You want me?" I asked cheerfully and sat on the stool. " yeah, go spread the silverwares out. The dinner is ready." she smiled and put down the rubber spatula.

" why are you cooking anyway? I thought that's the maids' works." I asked curiously and put the forks on the table.

She laughed and answered. " it's their off day, Sunday remember?" I gave in a nervous chuckle and nodded.

" oh yum!" Jasper and Alice came in, sitting opposite each other as I placed out the plates. I greeted them back cheerfully.

" Oooh! Curry chicken! " someone squealed and the ground shook for a bit. " Emmet, we are having an earthquake now." I said from gritted teeth and he boomed out a laughter. " I doubt that, sister. " he frowned when he noticed his usual seat had been taken by Jasper.

Now, everyone is here, including Carlisle.

" Jazz boy. That's my seat." he cleared his throat formally at Jasper. He snickered," there's no name. Em,"

Emmet grinned deviously at him and rubbed his palms together. " touch the under of the stool." he ordered. Jasper did as he told and touched it.

" What's the small curvy things poking out." he asked, frowning, hands still under.

" That's my nose shit." Emmet grinned and we choked on our own saliva. Jasper jumped up, anxious. " Wh-what?" he squeaked out and raced to the basin and scrubbed his finger nails. We burst out laughing happily and Emmet sat back to his usual seat.

" That's a rude thing to do, Emmet!" Esme scolded.

" but mom," he whined. " it had been my seat for decades!" he continued.

" I still could feel it under my nails!" Jasper scrubbed furiously and muttered out a hoarse whisper at us. We continued laughing. It's a good time for a family.

Family. I smiled at the thought. Everyone laughing together, telling jokes. Not a too formal dinner. Gowns, serious faces, wines and all of that. I love it.

I am so blissful to be... What? After the fight I had with Edward, we are never a couple... So we get married and divorce, like we used to planned. No, I don't want that. I will miss them. I will miss him.

~*~

" Bella?" he asked for me again. My head snapped up at his velvety sound. " Yeah?" I asked without stuttering and put the book in my hands to the shelves.

" We-I-," he stammered cutely. " just spit it out!" I laughed.

" I am leaving to Alaska."

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