She wakes up on the cold ground and wretches. Not long ago she was drowning in a flood of tears. Damn this bloody castle. Damn them all.
Some fellow had helped her break out of prison. It was an enchanted cell of course, and getting out was a simple puzzle. The Royals did live in a magical palace. Who would have thought? And yet despite every fiber of her being urging her to run to safety and never look back, the voices had started talking about her daughter. We know where your baby is, they whispered in unison.
In utmost desperation she fell for it. The voices were playing with her. It was the final test in these enchanted walls. The Royals knew her weakness and exploited it. The man, whoever he was, warned her not to listen. She thought the strange faces knew, but they were just stones after all. And when she cried, so did they. And she was drowning. How ironic, she thinks in a moment of defeat, I am a witch and I'll die like a witch.
But she's alive - they're not finished with her. And the man, probably just another servant ordered to prolong her suffering.
Then she sits in a banquet. Famished, it is the closest thing to heaven. As she eats, Victor offers a proposition she cannot resist. The family and Adalind as allies for a common goal, to find their child. Since her original attempt backfired badly, she knows she will need all the help she can get. And in the end, she thinks, I'll be able to raise her in this castle. A mere servant, a pawn, but I'll be with her. She will always have her mother.
The Royal's power reached deeper than she initially thought. The Resistance did not have Diana, a mole in the organization had revealed. She recounts that fateful day when the child was taken away from their grasp, and the answer is ever clearer.
"I'm asking you to understand. Sometimes, sacrifices have to be made for the ones we love."
Kelly.
