Second in Line - Descendants (?Mal) ~Slow Updates~

●°●EMMA●°●

Before the funeral surface had ended, Emma had managed to convince her mother that she needed more space. It hadn't been a lie per se, there just had been to many people there. Of course Emma knew they were all there for Ben and they all had the right to be there, but still, Ben was her brother. With all those people there... it just felt... wrong.
     Ironic as it may be, Emma's room was all the way up into the highest tower of their castle. Even so, she had chosen it herself, she loved being able to look out over Auradon from all the way up there, it just felt magical.
Unfortunately she had never realized that she now also had a clear few of the Graveyard, where she could still see everyone standing around her brother's grave.
     Emma turned away from the window only to catch herself in the big mirror on the wall. The white snowflakes that had covered her hair and clothes had melted the moment she had walked inside the castle. Before she left he had let some coals smolder in the fireplace to keep up the temperature, but they had almost entirely extinguished in the meantime.  Even so, Emma hung her wet coat to dry over a chair that stood near it.
     Again her gaze found the mirror, her black dress reached the ground and the puffy sleeves hung over her freezing hands. It really did resemble a Victorian style morning gown which made Emma glade she had chosen not to wear a black veil like Audrey had. Her hair and make-up, which her mother had put a lot of effort into, had been ruined by running through the woods, crying. But this only reminded her that they should have used water proof make-up, so it wasn't only her fault.
     Emma pulled out the pins that kept the braids in a bun and undid them, letting it fall down in it's full length. She didn't know why, but as Emma stared at her own reflection a new load of tears build up in her eyes. She let them fall. What was the point in keeping them in anyway? It wasn't like the young woman was breaking down, she didn't threw herself on her bed and sobbed into a pillow. No. The tears just fell down her cheeks and dripped on her dress. Emma pushed some of her hair behind her ear and turned to her desk where a picture of her and Ben stood in the corner. Sucking in a shaky breath Emma started to sing softly. 
    "I never told you how I felt,
      Though I thought I'd said it all..." 
     Emma took the crumbled up paper out of her pocket and placed it behind the picture. "And I never knew if you needed help.
     Well, 'cause you always seemed so tough." 
    Not able to control her curiosity Emma walked back to the window. The funeral seemed to be over, the only people still standing by the grave were their parents, Fairy Godmother and Audrey with her grandmother. 
     "But now I'm here alone, 
      Without you by my side.
      If only I had known,
      That you kept it all inside. 
      Now I'm trying to understand,
      Just trying to find a way,
       but forgiving you I just can't...." Her father averted his gaze from the headstone, up to his daughter's window, immediately Emma pulled the curtains closed, not wanting him to look at her. "It's all just too much for me to take."
     Knocks sounded on the door, attracting the girl's attention. "Emalia?" It was Chip, the son of Mrs. Potts. He worked in the castle just like his mother did. He was a rather small boy for his age though. "Mom asked me to bring you some tea." Emma breathed in to answer, but her words got stuck in her throat when she tried to speak them. 
     "Emma?" 
     She managed to clear her throat, "just, leave it there." Emma hated how shaky her voice was. 
     "Okay." The boy answered and she could hear the porcelain cops rattle as he put them down. She wanted to thank him, but Emma did't think he would've been able to hear her before he walked away, his footsteps slower than normal. Of course they were, he was sad too. Everyone was sad. 
     "And if I failed you, well, I swear I tried my beast." Emma continued to sing, glancing around the room. 
     "But now you're gone, so all your tears can lay to rest." Everything the young woman saw reminded her of her brother. The crossed swords above the wall by the fireplace, the lights he helped her hang on the walls, the pictures of him and the rest of their family and friends, even the pile of books on Emma's nightstand that he had left there for her to read. He used to do that every time he had read a book he thought she would enjoy. Lay it on her nightstand in the middle of night the moment he had finished it.
     "Just so you know, 
      You meant the world to us, I know that it's too late. 
     And all I want's another chance..." her breath hitched, "-I can't accept that you have left..."
     Not able to stand being in her room for any longer Emma unlocked the door, careful not to knock over the tea that still stood in front of it as she made her way down the rotating stairs. On her way down she could hear voices. Her mother and father had come home. They were talking, or arguing was more like it. They argued a lot since the accident. Emma, although she hated it, didn't blame them, they hadn't only lost their son but their heir as well with the coronation only weeks away.
     "She's not ready!" She heard her mother's muffled voice from behind the closed door. Emma's chest tightened, she barely ever raised her voice.
     "Than what are we supposed to do?" Her father barked back at her, "call it all off?"
     "Yes, that's exactly what we are going to do. For goodness sake, Adam, let the girl grieve. She only just lost her brother."
     "You think I don't know that?" The King chocked halfway through the sentence. "We all lost him..." 
     "Look at all this damage done." Emma sang as she continued her way down the second flight of stairs having heard enough. Yeah, they were talking about her and she deserved to know what they were deciding. But why even bother? It's not like they would let her decide for herself. Emma already knew where she would eventually end up, she really didn't need to hear them fight about that. 
     "Are you happy with yourself?" 
     Trying to avoid everyone that had gathered around in the living room Emma snuck to the back door. Fortunately for her, it hadn't been locked. The cold wind blew into the castle, blowing out a few candles on a table and making the girl shiver. Not caring about the cold and her lack of a coat she closed the door behind her. The path hadn't been cleared from the layer of snow yet and with every step Emma sunk a few inches down. 
     "And I thought the best was yet to come.
      And I thought I knew you ow so well." 
     Emma wandered over the castle grounds until she had reached the royal graveyard. It was deserted now, like it always used to be. 
     "And the days just go by,
      While the moment seems to last.
      Like catching fire,
      All is gone, and it all went so fast..." 
     Ben's grave was covered with cards and flowers, stuffed animals, books, hand made blankets, crowns and tokens. Someone had even left a basket of freshly backed bread. Why would someone do that? Emma thought.
     It was hard to reach the headstone without knocking anything over, but she managed. Not really knowing why she felt the urge to swipe the freshly fallen snow off the top, but doing it anyway. Emma continued singing, but softer than before as if whispering the words to a close friend. 
     "And if I failed you, well, I swear I tried my best.
      And now you're gone, so all your tears can lay to rest.
      Just so you know, 
      You meant the world to us, I know that it's too late.
      And all I want's another chance, I can't accept that you have left...