The water poured. The scent of roses and damp earth filled the garden.
The world should have felt fresh, renewed but for Diane who was watching the love of her life in another woman's arms, it was suffocating.
Queen Rosalyn pressed closer to Edmund, her hands caressing his chest as if she had done so a thousand times before.
Perhaps she had but never like this. Never with the intent to make Diane feel every ounce of the pain she had endured and she was enduring it.
Diane stood there, drenched, humiliated and forced to watch the man she once loved hold another woman as if she had never existed.
But the worst part wasn't the sight of them together. It was Rosalyn's eyes.
Those bright, victorious eyes that flickered toward her every few moments, gleaming with satisfaction.
The queen wasn't just celebrating Red Day. She was celebrating Diane's downfall and it made Diane wanted to scream.
