A little look into what Diamond went through as a child.
“Diamond Rose Blackfur… You take that throne… You keep that throne until the day you die.” Diamond heard her mother’s voice in her sleep. She saw her mother, holding her little newborn sister. She was holding seven-year-old Diamond’s hand as the life drained from her face. “Mum, please don’t go.” The young girl cried, “I need your help…“ she had tears streaming from her eyes. "However will I become this… magnificent queen you want me to be without your help.”
“My dear child, you have your father.” The tired, dying mother whispered, brushing Diamond’s midnight hair out of her face.
“But he’s not my father. What will I tell Aurora when she’s old enough?”
“The truth, my dearest. You tell her the truth, you’ll know when she’s ready…” Her hand started to slip from Diamond’s grasp as the light in her mother’s eyes died.
“Mum, no!” She cried, “Don’t leave me!”
A small delicate hand rested on Diamond’s shoulder has an older woman came into view. “She’s gone dear.” The woman said. “Oh, she was such a kind soul…” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small cloth, dabbing the edges of her eyes. “Come here, child.” She pulled Diamond into her arms.