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The interview was short and unnescesary, seeing as how Edward already made his decision. Isabella was to be his new servant, and (according to him) his new mistress. 

Isabella was very grateful that the prince had decided to hire her. Both of her parents had just died, and there was not much money left to her. She needed a job, and quickly. Alhough she knew that her looks had somthing to do with her new position, she did not feel the same attraction towards Edward that the rest of the girls in the kingdom had. To Isabella, Prince Edward was just another little spoiled brat who couldn't understand the word "no". She was saving herself for marriage, and seeing as how Edward had no intentions of marrying anyone, especially a servant, she could see no reason to ever return his infatuation. Besides, she didn't want to jeprodize her employment in the castle, as Edward would surely "tire" of her as soon as he got what he wanted.

"Isabella, could you join me upstairs for a moment?" Edward was excited, now that the castle had gone to bed, and he and Isabella could now be alone. "yes, your highness? Is there something you needed?" She asked, knowing full well what the answer was going to be. "Isabella, you are a raving beauty. Your eyes, your lips, your hair, all have enraptured me the moment you walked into the room, the moment I laid eyes upon you," Edward began, slowly walking towards her. "Why, why thank you for such generous compliments your highness," Isabella relpied calmly, despite her underlying fear," but-

"I wasn't finished. My dear, I know all about your parents. How dreadful it must be, to lose them both like that.And no money left! It must be very difficult indeed. But, I can change all that. I can give you marvelous gifts, gems, silks, coins, anything you wish. For you see, it would greatly please me if you were to become my mistress. You are so beautiful.You please me greatly." Edward now stood a hair's inch away from Isabella, and looked at her with twinkling brown eyes. 

"Your highness, it-it pleases me much to p-please you, but..."

"but what?" he asked, coating his words with honey.

Gaining more confidence, Isabella repied "But I'm afraid that I must think on this offer, wonderful as it may seem. My virtue and my honor are of great value to me, and I don't know if I can risk the loss of them." 

"What? you dare refuse a Prince's orders?" Edward asks in frustration. No women, not even his own mother, has ever told him no to anything.

"Your highness, it is not that I am refusing you. Why on earth would I refuse the undeserved attentions of my future monarch. Surely it is an honor to be chosen among the many," Isabella said, honeying her own words, "yet I must think of my reputation. There is no blush about my name, and I would very much so like to keep it that way. I beg you, your highness, let me think upon it."

Edward mulled over her words. "Fine," he said bluntly, "we shall speak of this again, when you've had time to think."

"As  you wish" Isabella said, casting her eyes down sweetly. She bowed, and left the room, and as her back was to him, she grinned to herself. The servant-1, the spoiled brat-0.

Edward was perplexed. Why did Isabella spurn his affections? No woman dared to do such a thing before. Usually, every woman in the kingdom did what he asked of them, with no second guesses. But no matter. I will have her eventually. As a matter of fact, I will make not just lust after me, I will make her fall in love with me! She will not stand to bear living even one mintue without my presence. Ahh, life will be sweet. With this thought, Prince Edward wore a grin that matched Isabella's exactly.