Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend

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Delia had once heard the statement Diamonds Are a Girl's best friend. She agreed full-hearted. There was nothing like a pair of diamonds to cheer someone up. By the time she was done being courted by Jonathon, and by the time she was finished and in jail she wished she hadn't been so silly about diamonds.

No she didn't regret the decision to become Queen with Roger, and no she didn't regret toying with Jonathon, nor did she regret her cruel and petty words. She regretted foolishly tossing the diamonds down after getting them. She regretted never valuing them the way they should be.

Diamonds didn't fade, she knew. She herself hadn't quite faded to her end. She was still as beautiful as the old days, she knew. She made sure of that, and made sure she was clean by demanding better service in jail as a noble. It was daring, and she had had her titles stripped but she was determined. She wished for diamonds once, and none had come but she hadn't expected it.

Yet, when she'd opened her dinner tray there was a set of diamond earrings sitting there and a note. Just a small scrawl that she hardly recognized because she hadn't seen it in so long but it struck a memory and the words made her sure of who it was.

Diamonds are a girl's best friend.

Indeed they were.

A/N: I was listening to the song Diamond's are a Girl's best friend by Marilyn Monroe and it just kind of popped into my head. Delia had always reminded me as someone who would think about jewels over anything else, and riches and all those stupid (in my opinion) things. She never seemed to value those around her. That's why I wrote this, and I know it's kind of weird.