A/N I don't own anything to do with the Harry Potter world.

31st July 2015

Dear Edward,

I know that you will never receive this, but I feel that I have to write it anyway. I hate it. I don't see why I can't see you. I hate not being with you and I miss you already. I like Lucy, but she could never replace you. I know it sounds awful, but I don't really miss Mother. Lucy looked after us more than she did. Who has replaced Lucy for you? I hope you like whoever it is.

Mother said that you had to learn things that no longer concern me. In some ways I think she is glad that I am a witch, it is far less complicated with who takes the throne when she dies. That might also be the reason she sent me away – so that my presence doesn't complicate things. I don't even know if you've been told why I've been sent away – are you missing me as much as I'm missing you?

The house I'm staying at is alright. I think it makes a better home than the palace ever did. It is friendlier here. Plus, Lucy said I could choose which of the bedrooms would be mine, and how to decorate it. I chose a medium sized room, and it is going to be a blue bedroom when I'm done with it. Blue and cream. Lucy said I was far too mature for my age – is that a bad thing?

It's been a week. Lucy got me this book after I said that I wanted to write to you. She told me that I wasn't allowed to, but I could write a diary in here. So that is what I am doing – except I am writing my letters to you.

Lucy won't let me read the papers. Our birth was well publicised; royal twins are very rare. What did Mother tell people bout my absence? People must know by now, surely. Maybe no-one has noticed yet. In some ways I am glad to be out of the spotlight – but at least we always shared it. Now you're all on your own. I know you'll be fine. But it will break my heart if you forget about me.

When we were little, we used to dream about ruling together – that's never going to happen now. I'm not sure if it was ever going to happen. Mother would have probably found some reason or other to get rid of me anyway.

Anyway, it is dinner time now, and Lucy wouldn't be happy if I was down late. You know how strict she is about meal times – she used to get annoyed at Mother when she wanted to see us during our normal dinner time. Not to her face though – she would just mutter to herself for a while. That always made us laugh.

Bye for now, heaps of love,

Emilia xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

A/N I felt like writing some of Mia's diary entries. This is an accompanying piece to Royal Blood, and I hope you like it. Please share any thoughts you have about it, or any part of her life between the age of 9 and 11 that you want me to write about.