the fortuitous princess - An Amulet Fanfiction

Who knows, right? The Secret Intentions

Emily returned to the castle hall from the garden, her senses still filled with the vibrant sight of the orchids she had just admired. This had become a comforting routine for her. She brushed her luscious red hair with her fingers and offered a faint smile to the diverse array of beings passing by – Robots, Elves, Humans, Hybrids, and more. Her gaze wandered briefly until it settled on Trellis and Caroline, their laughter filling the air. An unexpected pang of unease surged within her as she observed Trellis opening up to a stranger, Caroline. Emily idly played with her purple amulet, a nervous habit, as she approached them near the balcony's edge. "Hey, you two. What's the topic of discussion?"

Trellis responded with a playful side glance, causing Caroline to erupt in laughter. "What's the source of amusement?" Emily interjected, placing her hands on her hips and directing a stern look at Trellis. Emily had transformed from the skinny 12-year-old into a woman with curves, her hips exuding a newfound confidence. Under her unwavering gaze, Trellis faltered, speechless. "Talk about a king." mused Emily. Caroline affectionately pecked Emily's cheek, jestingly saying, "Oh, Emmie! Remember the time we were kids, en route to Grandma's, and you urgently needed the restroom?"

"Carrie, seriously..."

"And then you forgot to lock the door, right as the train stood at the platform, with police officers and the public treated to an unintended show. You returned crimson-faced and refused to confide in Grandma."

Trellis and Caroline shared a hearty laugh. Emily, her face aflame with embarrassment, began to turn away, but Trellis playfully pulled her back by her waist. "It's not that mortifying, Em. Relax." Caroline chortled at the sight of them, her arms folded. Emily's head nestled on Trellis' chest, igniting another wave of crimson. Trellis met Emily's eyes, a warm smile on his lips and his hand still on her waist. "Are we inadvertently portraying an undercover romance?" Caroline teased in a sophisticated accent, an enigmatic smirk appearing on her lips. "Who knows, right?" The jest struck a chord, prompting them to break away. "I better check on Luger. Anyway, I've got things to attend to. See you later, ladies." Trellis departed briskly. Emily, too, turned to leave, but Caroline held her back. "Emmie, hold on. There's something I need to share." Emily hesitated, expecting Caroline to apologize for teasing them. "Can I... borrow your amulet?"

At the utterance of "amulet," Emily recoiled. Visions of her encounters with The Stone resurfaced, the unsettling grin, the haunting voice...

"No," Emily responded resolutely.

Caroline loosened her grip on Emily and implored her with pleading eyes. "Why not? Aunt Karen taught us to share, Emmie! Please!"

"Caroline. The answer remains and shall forever be 'no'," Emily maintained her stance, an attribute she excelled in.

"Why not? You know I've always been enchanted by Harry Potter and magic. Please, Emmie, I assure you I'll return it! Trust me, sis."

"Carrie, no." Caroline persisted in her pleas, to no avail. Eventually, she conceded and retreated to her room.

As Emily allowed the wind's gentle embrace to whisk her thoughts away, she murmured, "It's for your well-being, dear flower. I'm not ready to witness your wilting, losing those precious petals."