Diana.
She named her Diana, in honor of Diana, the Roman goddess of the moon and hunt. After all they went through, the child was indeed a princess and a survivor. She put all of them in danger just by existing. A child borne of a misplaced obsession, a mistake, a means for Adalind to take back what she had lost to the Grimm. When Adalind found herself with child, she smiled and it wasn't out of love, but out of glee of what she could get in return for royal blood.
Money? No she didn't want money, though Stefania would have offered anything. Power? Yes. She wanted it back, wanted what was rightfully hers. She hated being so weak, she hated being useless. Dammit, she was the master of the game!
When Adalind lost her powers to the blood of the Grimm, she lost herself. Her mother had hit her like a dog and turned her away. "I had high hopes for you." Losing her power was akin to losing her soul. She was born a powerful hexenbiest, and upon the destruction of her wesen soul, she lost her purpose. "Now you are just an ordinary girl with a pretty face." This had come from Sean Renard, the bastard of a Royal and the father of her child. How ironic that he now was bound to her through their daughter. The spell she cast on Juliette and its obsessive effects on Renard became her own undoing.
At her most vulnerable point she trusted him again. She had no one else, no friends, no money, no home. Her mother was dead, killed by the Grimm's mother, but strangely Adalind felt nothing. To her mother she was merely a means for her to get by, a pawn, and Adalind thinks of how she once considered her baby that way. But not anymore. She had grown to love her baby.
Now she cries for her Diana. She dreams of a knock on the door, and Sean Renard with the familiar bundle in his arms. But even in her dreams she cannot find respite for no sooner than Renard hands the child over to her does she find herself in his place and Prince Viktor in hers. She wakes up alone. The bastard handed over his own flesh and blood to a family that had forsaken him and numerous times attempted to kill him. Fear and anger start to overtake her. She might never see her child again. Growing up, what words will they whisper in her little ear?
The agony of the birth, the exhausting chase, and the futility of losing it all fills her with rage. She won't be just another girl with a pretty face. She won't sit and cry, while her enemies bask in victory. It is time to put her powers to good use again.
