Diane reciprocated the gesture. 'You flatter me'.

Ophelia sat next to her. 'Tell me. Where do you want me to start from?'

'How they met?'

A bitter sweet smile curled Ophelia's lips, her stares distant... 'The Queen says I'm one rebellious wolf... Guess who I learned that from... Rebecca Delaney'

Diane noticed the fondness that followed Ophelia's tone as she said her mother's name.

'She was the only child of the Queen and King. She knew fully the responsibility that would befall her when the time comes. Of course, she was ready to play by the rules but that's only if they let her do whatever she wanted... The Queen...