Diane could still remember the way Edmund once worshipped her, the way he whispered sweet lies against her skin, the way he swore she was the only one who truly held his heart.
Lies, all of it because now, he knelt before another woman. Now, he kissed Queen Rosalyn's hand as if no one else had ever mattered.
A bitter laugh almost escaped her lips, but she swallowed it down.
'I will not cry for him. I will not weep for what I have lost,' she convinced herself.
However, as she stood in the lavish room, once hers to command, now a prison to her humiliation, Diane realized something with horrifying clarity that she had fallen too far to ever rise again.
Later, Diane stood frozen in Queen Rosalyn's chambers, surrounded by a thousand treasures, but feeling poorer than she ever had in her life.