I open the door of my room and when I step outside, I am suddenly in Henry's shop. I turn to look around but the door is shut and the windows are black.
Like old times, Henry is sitting at a chair in the far corner of his shop, leaning back against the wall, listening to music. He has his old cell phone that has nothing except Billie Eillish songs and my number. I hurl forward and snatch the phone from his hands, like I always did.
"How many times have I told you to stop listening to Billie Eillish songs? You're going to fall into depression." I scold him.
"Grumpy girl is back again. Give me the phone back." He tries to take the phone from me but I hold it above my head.
"You're not getting this back. Go and take a shower, you stinky old man." I say with a disgusted look on my face.
Suddenly, our bickering is interrupted by a sharp pain in my chest. His phone drops on the floor. I look down to see blood oozing from a large cut on my stomach. Henry looks at me, worried. "Are you okay, little girl?" I cannot fathom the strength to reply to him. My hands and feet go cold and I fall to the floor.
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I woke up covered in sweat. Dreaming about the same thing for a few weeks now, I am not even scared of this nightmare anymore. But something leaves me wondering every morning, Why do I keep having the same dream over and over again?
What if it indicates something? , I think every morning. But when you have thousands of responsibilities on your shoulders, you don't have the time to worry yourself with your dreams and thoughts.
I sat down in my office. Bundles of files infront of me, like always. Overwhelmed by the number of murder cases increasing day by day, I got up and started walking down the halls to the garden and to get some fresh air.
Portraits of our great leaders, whether it be a King or Queen, hung on the walls of The Great Hall of History. I slowly take a step, measured, calm and walk my way out to the gardens.
I'd been having the same dream for more than a week now. Every night I closed my eyes only to step into Henry's shop and die in his shop, in his hands. When I woke up, I would be covered in sweat and tired, like I didn't sleep a wink all night.
I've had this strong gut feeling like something's either wrong, or going to get wrong in the near future. Sometimes I felt like I won't be able to get up from bed tomorrow. And God bless my ancestors, but we have a very strong sense of intuition. It's almost like we can see the future. It runs through the veins of The Brecei Family and as much as I try to deny it, this 'super intuition' of mine had always been right.
I breathed in the cold air that had surrounded the garden, almost freezing my lungs. There's fog every where. I mean what else would you expect in the middle of March? Just as I sat down on the bench, Blanché, who was tailing me – a part of her job – all this while, speaks.
"Your Majesty"
"Yes, Blanché"
"Mr. Ren is requesting an audience with you."
"I have other matters to deal with right now. You may tell him to meet me in my office, before dinner tonight"
"As you wish, Your Majesty"
You must be expecting her to leave after my orders but she didn't. She never left me alone. To the world she might just be an assistant of mine, but to me,she wasn't just an assistant or a secretary, she was more than that, my sister, my friend, my listener who listened to my nonsense, always and every time.
She put a comforting hand on my shoulder, squeezed it, reminding me of her presence, telling me to not get lost in my own world. Even through the cold, I could feel the heat and warmth of her hand on my skin and if it was anything, it was comfortable. Having her by my side, comforting me, when she knew, without even saying a word, that something was wrong.
I got up and started walking down the pavement and into the palace. The sounds of innocent children, adults and people calling me, dragging me inside to my office, forcing me to sit there and read through the files and solve the problems, not for anyone, for them. The ones I lost, who were dear to me. So that girls like me who are struggling to live normal lives don't have to go through what I went through.
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🔸Tip: The Brecei Family's head, Emerald's great grandfather Brecei Elrod, had actually betrayed his family and separated his own lands during his era as the crown prince of Canada to start his own rule over the Brecei kingdom which was once part of Canada.