The Rise of Amber : Revenge is satisfying, love is fulfilling. Why not be satisfied and fulfilled ?

AMBER I hide in mother’s closet so William can’t find me . I may be twelve years old but I know a thing or two about hide n seek. I know all boys do not want to feel the wrath of Queen Ember which ‘for my benefit ’ is my mother. My mother knows how to discipline sometimes it hurts really bad and sometimes it takes you six feet under . I’m probably killing myself just being here. It takes about half an hour before the closet door opens ,”You can come out now I know you’re in there .” said Thomas “You know me to well “I replied as I hop out of the closet. “That’s because I’ve know you to since birth and I don’t think you’ve noticed but I actually listen when you talk .“ I swatted him playfully. “Wait, I’m supposed to be hiding from William not you and where is he ?”I questioned. “I honestly don’t know. “he said. “Why are you here?” I questioned Thomas ,he immediately changed his expression from happy to serious in an instance. “You mother is calling you .It seems important. “ he says sadly. “Oh no you don’t think she’s gonna ….”I touch my back and I wince. “No I don’t think she’s gonna, she seems sad .” Thomas said oddly. “Ok, let’s go before I get another mark on my back .” We race out of my mother’s room and I try to look for my father but I don’t succeed . I always say morning to my father before his crazy, stressful day begins . We finally reach the grand staircase and we race down quickly. Its been twelve years and I’m still mesmerized by its beauty. My father King Henry the third of the French Empire built this staircase when I was born and named it The Amber Staircase because of how beautiful I was. This staircase comforts me when I walk up after I get beaten by my mother . The reason I know a lot of mother’s disciplining methods is because I was a victim. I wouldn’t do anything but I still would get a beating . I was her doll that she could play with. I only do it for my father so I don’t see him sad. I lose my train of thought as I look in the eyes of mother at the bottom of the staircase. Me and my mother look nothing alike. I have blue eyes like the ocean, an ‘hour glass ' figure, black wavy hair, blood red lips, pale white skin and people think I’m Snow White come to life and absolutely angelic. My mother has dark chocolate eyes, a plum figure , dark brown curly hair, normal coloured lips , tanned skin tone and people think she’s an “outstanding and beautiful ” queen. “Hello mother, what am I doing here?” I say with a snarl .”Today I’m not in the mood Amber !”she shouts . I stopped abruptly. She looks sad and I haven’t seen this expression on her face in a while. “What happened ?”I say calmly. “Amber the empire will mourn today ….”she replied sadly. ”Why?” I said confused. “Your father King Henry the third of the French Empire was murdered this early morning .” she bursts into tears .”Wait …what?” I suddenly feel light and I start breathing heavily and I collapse onto Thomas’s arms.