I don't know much about Diana.
Not in depth, not truly, only how I met her, how I perceived her, as well as how Max and Nikolai and Sofiya and the real Eleanor before me perceived her in their povs. I don't think I ever even had a rational actual down-to-earth talk with Diana in all my years living as Eleanor.
All because @toallthelonelypeople, that dumbass author, was too busy detailing gore and smut scenes as well as the useless environments and clothes, to build in depth any character that weren't one of the four leads.
For example, I don't even know the Crown Prince's real name, only that he's known as the Red Prince for whatever reason. I never met the Imperial family to begin with, no one past Nikolai, he was enough and overbearing on his own, I wanted nothing to do with his family.
This is all so messed up, damn it.
I don't even know who Diana's family is, only that she's the daughter of the Marquis and Marchioness Le Noir of the north, more powerful than Sofiya's family and under the Volkov northern Duchy, of which I also don't know much about. The Duchy of the north was a useless background for titled characters with no name in the novel, so, blame it on that shameless author again. Even I'd have written it better than them.
All that I know of her are... bad things—I mean, of who I am now. In the beginning, when I first transmigrated into this world and realized what happened, who I was and everything, still in a 5-year-old body, it took me four years to actually understand that this wasn't a emotionless world made of just a few people with personality and countless useless NPCs. Because that's what I initially thought because only the four main leads were built with depth, and not that much, taking the huge misconceptions around Maximilianos into consideration.
Only at 9 years old, then as Eleanor, did I understand that there was more to them, that this world was actually alive, that everyone was alive and with personality and choices of their own, obvious and secret intentions, with bad and good, with traumas of their own. All after I befriended Dame Madelaine Taylor, my Knight, and found her breaking after being humiliated by my mother, when she opened up about all of her suffering, all the stuff she had to swallow to become a female Knight, to serve my family.
That made me open my eyes, it made me realize I knew nothing of this world, even after I read more than a thousand chapters of that stupid book, because @toallthelonelypeople was a terrible writer and couldn't even build the characters right. I hate that bastard so much. I've been cursing whoever wrote that shit for years now, they became my own private Satan.
Yes, sounds horrible, because it is.
Which makes me think that there must be more to Diana Le Noir, no? There was no POV of hers in the story, she was always perceived badly by everyone else, but she is a human being with a story of her own, her life is far from perfect. She always acted like she didn't care about how people see her, but something inside of me... now as her, begs to differ that.
There is also a possibility that it was not her who swapped our souls. I just don't know their motivation, was it to save me from dying, to help her be with Max somehow, to screw us both, or for another reason entirely? She could have been a victim just as much as I was, powerful people hated her, after all, and many with links to the Mage's Tower, the citadel of the neutral land where the International Mage Academy is in.
I doubt all of the are righteous, many must practice forbidden studies, such as the soul magic, though one has to be a genius and with an immense amount of power to actually achieve that. Such as the original Thalia, now Sofiya, who sacrificed part of her magic to do this, and for what? All to have a horrible ending.
As soon as I stood up to try finding any written diary, anything that the original Diana kept to pour her mind and feelings in, like any girl around, the doors were opened again. When I turned to it, I found the maid who called herself Mary-Tegan with an rather youthful healer that she called Arwel Mair. A surprisingly handsome even.
The maid is tall, taller than me, and Diana was taller than Eleanor, is still. As Eleanor I was around 5'5, as Diana I am now 5'7, and the maid is definitely between 5'8 and 5'9, while the healer next to her seems to be around 6'3. He has white skin, shoulder-length wavy dark honey hair, and dark blue eyes, but he isn't skinny like most scholars, he is build like a warrior, so, he is hot.
I think I gawked at him, because he blushed hard. Well, he is young indeed. The maid didn't seem to notice it, though.
"You can leave, Miss Mary, I'll take care of the Lady," he exclaimed with a deep attractive voice.
"Stay strong, Lady Diana!" She cheered for me and then she left, closing the doors behind her.
"How old are you?" I asked him when I noticed how comfortable he seemed to get now that we are alone, as if this has happened before. Well, my body is certainly saying it has.
He frowned, "You don't remember me? Did you... did you really hit your head, Dia?"
Dia? Is that Diana's nickname? I've never heard any mention of that, not in the novel nor in my years living as Eleanor. Are they intimate? If yes, how so? Is he a lover or a secret friend?
"I'm sorry," I sighed, sitting down on the couch close to the bed, caressing where I said I had hit my head. "I definitely hit my head, it hurts a lot in here, and I don't remember falling asleep, so I think I fainted. It's not that I have full amnesia now, I just... don't remember much about myself, about people around me, as in closer to me."
He paled, "Gods, that sounds like full amnesia."
"It can't be. I remember Eleanor, I remember Sofiya, I remember Nikolai, I remember Maximilianos, I remember many people out there, but I... I don't remember much here. I... I don't want my parents to freak out about this, I don't even remember how I hit my head, I just... I just know that I did," I made sure to sound exasperated, because I am.
"You remember them but not me?" He cried, sounding like he was in pain and I swallowed.
"I'm sorry, Arwel, I,"
"Ary," he corrected sadly, "that's how you call me, Dia, I am Ary. We are in this together, remember?" He kneeled in front of me, holding my hands gently, his voice lowered, "Me and you, we've came to this world together, do you not remember our past lives on South Korea?"