It's about your mother

Diana could not stop thinking about him. Not when she was scrubbing the top of the kitchen counters, not when she was cleaning the floors of the kitchen or living room, and sure as hell not when she was mopping the floor of her room.

The room she had been given as a housekeeper was more luxurious than anything she had ever been given the opportunity to sleep in.

The room was a hexagonal shaped room with decorative lights placed at every edge. Her king-sized bed sat in the middle of the lavender polished room. The marble floor tiles were white, but had lavender flowers drawn on them. She had her personal bathroom with a bathtub and a water heater. The wardrobe and dressing mirror belonged to no one but a princess.

While she was happy she would finally be given a good bed to sleep on while she walked, she couldn't ignore the memories that the room brought back.

Memories of many years ago, when she wasn't a nobody from the Redmoon pack, but a princess.

She brushed the thought to the