Emery and Emilia daughters of The crown

Emery It was a dark night me and my sister were hiding in the cupboard as we heard screams and shouts. Our parents screams echoed throughout the castle. “Where are they?” A voice boomed. “Go to hell!” My father screamed as his voice cut out as his throat was- I wake drenched in sweat a scream caught in my throat. I was seconds away from waking the house mistress. She would not be happy about that. “Em? You okay?” My one and only friend Sophia whispered from the bed next to mine. She was up reading again. “I will be.” I answered being careful to control my quivering voice. “The nightmare again?” I nod. I can’t keep anything from her. “They seem to be occurring more and more frequently lately.” I nod clutching my necklace to calm down. It’s a nice ruby gem that probably cost 200 Gold and it’s the last thing I ever received from my parents days before their death. I’ve never taken it off since. Sophia got up out of bed putting her book aside and crawled into bed beside me, holding me while I cried for the umpteenth time in her arms. Eventually I fell back to sleep cradled in Sophia’s arms. Emilia Ugh another nightmare, why can’t I just forget that night? I was three years old when my entire life changed, but it changed for the better so I’d rather forget everything. After all now I live with my adoptive parents Jolene and Kevin Williams. Jolene is the kindest mother I could have asked for and Kevin is the dorkiest father. I love them. They were unable to have kids though so they adopted me. Turned out they’re rich almost as rich as my old family. Sometimes I still miss them, but then I remember how blessed I am to have been given a second chance like this. “Emilia! It’s time for breakfast!” I hear my mother yell from downstairs. I quickly throw on my school uniform and head downstairs. My hair still a mess. Thankfully I’m no longer drenched in sweat. “You’re mother made your favorite.” My father whispers into my ear as he comes up behind me.” “Pancakes with whipped cream, strawberries and strawberry syrup?” I ask with a child like grin. As soon as mom sets my plate down I dig in in a not so lady like way. When done with breakfast I head back upstairs to do my hair and brush my teeth before heading to school in my Porsche. Making sure I have my sapphire necklace with me. It’s the one thing I remember receiving from my parents before they died. I both hate and love it. Hate it because it’s a constant reminder of that day but love it because of what it meant and it symbolizes their love for me.