Diane eagerly drank the wine. she trusted Honore, and if she said that the herbs would help her, she believed her. The wine hit her like fist, never one to fully drink. She felt light-headed from the wine first, and the herbs second. The room spun, but she never thought it was anything more then the wine.<br/><br/>"I need to lie down," she said, clinging to the covers. She couldn't think clearly, just that a small voice in her head was telling her to always make others happy. It sounded like Gavin. All her life, he was always telling her that her place was to make others happy. Make father happy, make him happy, make her husband happy.<br/><br/>Looking up at Honore, she said softy, "I want to be happy. I'll spend my whole life making others happy, but who will make me happy?"