A/N: Hey guys, so welcome to the sequel of It's Time! Time-traveling Norse Princess Bella meets Russian Prince Edward— are you guys ready?

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The prince exchanged a few words between his men and dismissed them, leaving me and him alone in the forest. I started to fidget under the prince's gaze as Fenrisúlfr was grinding his teeth in annoyance at the grey-spotted horse in front of him.

He said something in Russian to me and I closed my eyes in exasperation since I couldn't understand what he was saying.

"Speak. Norse." I pressed my lips together and opened my eyes to look at him with dismay. I gasped when I finally took a good look at him. "Edward?" I gasped.

Edward frowned. "I'm afraid you've pronounced my name wrongly." He said smoothly in Norse and not in Russian.

I cocked an eyebrow. "What?"

"It's Edvard." He corrected.

"No... Wait, what?" I stared at his in disbelief. "Wait, shit, oh god."

"Have your parents taught you never to curse?" He raised his eyebrows in question.

"Of course they have, it's just something that slips out once in a while," I snapped. "Your name's Edvard?"

"Yes it is." He nodded, looking me up and down. "And you don't seem to be a... peasant."

"Because I'm not." At least in this life. "I'm a princess."

"Are we invading your village? My apologies if we are—"

"I'm a princess. From another kingdom." I quickly said.

"What is your name?" He asked.

I racked my brain for what Jane (or Johanna, since I couldn't really get over the fact that Jane had that for a name) called me and replied, "Liselotte."

Liselotte was such a weird name for me, and the fact that the name seemed so far from my actual name Bella was even more bizarre. Did Liselotte have the same meaning as my full name Isabella? If it had, then I would have understood. At least Edward's name never really changed that much like mine. My name in this life was horrible.

"Why, Princess Liselotte, would you be away from your kingdom, unless you have something to do?" Edward asked.

"I... I'm running away." I told him without a thought. "I was going to get married to some man I didn't know."

"And who's that?"

"I told you, I don't know him."

He sighed. "Very well then. I'm the Tsarevich of the Russian Empire, Edvard. I'm the oldest son of my father who rules the Russian Empire."

"And so... you're bound to be the next ruler?" I asked. "Why are you invading this part of Scandinavia?"

"To expand the Empire. My men & I are going to invade the next kingdom tomorrow. After that, I will sail back home the next week." He said.

"You won't... invade my father's kingdom, will you? I don't really know where it is, but I assume it's from the East according to where I ran from." I looked down at Fenrisúlfr, my black horse, who was starting to kick up a big fuss.

"I won't, I promise." Edward nodded. "Well, it was nice to meet you. I wish you well for your travels."

He turned around and started to walk away from me, but I blurted out, "Wait. You won't mind if I follow you until you leave next week, will you?"

He looked up at me in shock. "Princess, I didn't really think you'd want to—"

"So does that mean I can follow? And seriously, don't make assumptions so fast. Of course I'd like to follow you."

"I don't think you can."

"Why?" I said more forcefully. "Is it because I'm a lady? Is it because I can't fight? That I'll be dead weight to you and your men? A distraction?"

Edward looked at me with a dead serious expression. "I'm sorry, but I won't let you."

"Oh, for freak's sake! This is dumb! Just let me follow and I won't disturb you!" I hissed.

"Alright, fine." He sighed exasperatedly.

Fenrisúlfr moved to the side of Edward's horse and we followed Edward. "One more thing; don't... call me Liselotte. I prefer Bella." I told him. "How old are you?"

"I am twenty-four years of age. I turned twenty-four this summer." He replied. "How about you?"

I didn't know how old I was in this life, but I just replied, "Seventeen. I turn eighteen this... fall."

"Lisel— Bella, why do you insist on coming with me?"

How was I supposed to explain that? That he was my boyfriend in the present? That he was my husband that I lost to Spanish Flu in 1918? That I was a time-traveler who travels to my past lives and he'd always be my soulmate? Dammit, this was one of the disadvantages of time-traveling.

"I have no idea on where to go next. I'll probably settle into a village somewhere, but I haven't had human contact for days. I think it'd be nice to surround myself with people for a few days." I lied.

"But why... me? I'm raiding a village of your neighboring kingdom. Your parents would probably declare war on me because I have you."

"You're making it sound too dramatic. Don't." I told him. "So where are we going?"

"We're going to a small village we've invaded just a few weeks ago. It's empty, so it's been our headquarters ever since."

"Our poor Edvard has abandoned his search for a wife even before we came here to Scandinavia. Apparently, he prefers girls who don't just sit there and look pretty!" Emmett, who was one of Edward's most trusted men, slurred as he got drunk. The smell of vodka stung my nose and eyes. I recognized Emmett from 1918 since he came for Edward's funeral with Rosalie. So far, for the hours that I've personally known him, he knew when to be solemn and the ultimate joker. With his huge built, it was easy to see why Edward had him in his army of men. Surprisingly, his name hadn't changed and neither did Jasper's.

I was sitting at a super long dining table set outside in the middle of the village houses with the remainder of men after dinner. I helped a lot by making apple pie, and it was probably the biggest pie I had ever made. Most of the men whom I've met have gone back into the empty houses to get ready for bed. I was sitting at the corner of the table, beside Edward who was sitting at the furthermost end of it. Emmett & Jasper, who I didn't expect to see in this life, was sitting together with us.

"Yeah, well, wives who just do that are rather ugly on the inside," Edward replied Emmett.

"I've met those kind of girls before," I said. "They're bitchy whores who'd sleep with pig-headed men for cash."

The men at the table paused what they were doing and Emmett surprisingly stopped his guffaws. They stared at me in shock.

I just smiled politely and raised up my wine glass, pretending that I didn't just say the most number of vulgarities I have ever said in a sentence. I wasn't one for cursing, to be honest. "Cheers." I said, then drank my red wine up.

Edward cleared his throat. "Is there anymore dessert?"

"Oh yes," I stood up from my chair to grab the plate of apple pie I had made for dessert that was far away from us, "there's still plenty."

"Thank you." Edward smiled at me and I couldn't help but blush. I passed to him the plate of apple pie so that he could cut his own portion. He passed the remainder to me and I ate some too. After eating the pie, I was about to pick up my glass to drink, but it was empty. I frowned at it until Edward took the glass from me. "I'll take some more wine for you."

"Thanks." I muttered as he stood up from his chair to walk to the other end where there was the wine bottle.

"Hey Jasper," Emmett leaned backwards towards Jasper's ear while he looked at me, "don't you think Edvard should marry Liselotte?"

"Are you serious?" I arched an eyebrow. "You're gonna talk about me in front of me?"

"Why not?" Emmett smiled. "So what do you think?"

"Why do you ask me? What do you guys think?" I asked, chuckling.

"Honestly, it's time for him to settle down. I'm already married to his sister and Emmett's married to his cousin. Almost every man at his age in Russia are married. It's time he does too." Jasper told me.

It was pretty interesting to hear what they were thinking, though. I smiled a little as I picked up an apple pie crumb to eat it. When Edward came back, everyone went silent, but none of what we said was forgotten.

"Well, damn," Edward frowned as he realized there wasn't anymore empty houses for me to sleep in. We were standing outside the house where he had been sleeping in for the past few weeks.

"Seriously, what's so wrong about me sleeping under the same roof as you?" I asked.

"It's inappropriate for a lady to sleep in a bachelor's home, married or not."

I rolled my eyes. "So what?"

"Do you want another reason?" He asked, irritated. "There's only one room with a bed."

"Your reasons do not do justice to me. And you suck at it. Do you give reasons like that all the time?" I laughed in disbelief as I pushed past him and opened the main door. I looked for the room with a bed and started to settle in it.

Edward followed after me and watched me as I unpacked my items. "What are you doing?"

"What do you think I'm doing?"

"This is my room. You can't just barge into the house."

"Actually, it's someone else's room that you're staying in, since this village was actually occupied, including this house. Whoever lived in this house before you was a total tool for only putting one bed, but now I'm a guest so you gotta give the bed to me."

"But I've been sleeping here for the past few weeks and that means that I'm the host and I decide were you sleep." Edward retorted.

I sighed, exasperated. I stood up straight, turning to face him and my arms were folded. "Where do you suggest I can sleep at?" I challenged.

He ran his hand through his hair and looked around. "You can sleep near the fireplace in the family room."

"There's no bed there."

"You don't need a bed."

"I've been riding on a horse non-stop for weeks. I need a bed." I insisted.

"Well, I need a bed too. I'm going to pull another kingdom into my country's empire tomorrow." He replied, fighting strong.

"Then how do we settle this?" I gave him a steely glare.

He walked over to the bed and lined up one pillow in the middle of it. "We'll share the bed, but this will divide it."

I took a white nightdress from my bag and walked out of the room to change and came back to see Edward already in the bed. He was sleeping on the left side of the bed, his shirt off with the blanket halfway up his abdomen. I watched him for a moment as his chest rose and fell and smiled to myself. It had been a long time since I shared a bed with him, and I missed waking up with him next to me during those days in 1918.

I got into bed and stared up at the roof made out of sticks, then closed my eyes and steadied my breaths. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Princess." I heard him murmur.