"I love you"
When Charles had told her that, Diana had simply nodded, smiled.
Of course she did love him too. How couldn't she? He was kind, understanding, and undeniably good looking. Of course, he was also the Prince of Wales
But would he still love her if he found out about it ?
She was seven when it had started. Young and innocent. Unaware of the horrors to come.
She had been so excited for her uncle, Giles, her fathers older brother, to visit.
He'd always been kind to her, telling her how special she was, that she was mature for her age, how she'd grow up to be beautiful.
Diana was too young to realize what was really going on.
Only Sarah, as in Sarah Ferguson , her childhood best friend, knew. Well, Diana's father did know, but he didn't believe her.
He'd yelled at her, when she'd ended it, after 11 long years at the age of 18.
"Stupid girl! He'd never do that! Now stop with these lies this instant."
Diana had given up on telling her mother after that, in fear she'd have the same reaction.
