AN: Okay, so I saw Maleficent and I fell in love with the pairing of Diaval and Aurora. Like, I nearly cried when they didn't end up together. So here is a very short fanfiction. It's short because I JUST WANT THEM TO FALL IN LOVE ALREADY AND I CANT RESIST. I might do later chapters with them as a couple if I get a good response. Anyway, enjoy!

I had watched over her entire life. I was her "pretty bird", her companion, her friend. I couldn't speak to her, but I could listen…..and I could love.

And that's what this is: love.

Having watched Aurora grow up, I originally mistook it for the fondness that one has for a friend, a sister. Now, watching her play in the moors, I know it is much more than that.

I long to have her return my feelings. But it isn't meant to be; she must marry Phillip. She's a princess, after all.

She runs through the moors, her crown on her head, golden hair streaming behind. She is the dawn, the light, just as her name states.

Her head turns, and she catches me watching her. The smile that lights up her face is radiant. I walk towards her, but she runs away.

"Catch me, Diaval!" she shouts gleefully.

I chase her, my black garments swishing about as I run.

Suddenly, I see a glimpse of a pink dress, a wisp of blond hair.

"Found you!" I call, as though we are playing a child's game.

She squeals as I grasp her arm, my hand slowly drifting down to hold her own.

Aurora makes a desperate attempt to pull away, giggling breathlessly. Instead, she simply succeeds in knocking herself to the ground.

Still holding her hand, I pull her up. We are face to face, so close that I can see the golden freckles the sun has left on her cheeks. She turns away and I release her hands quickly. I then transform into a bird, and, nodding at her, fly away.

She obviously doesn't want me.

But I can't let her go.

As I flew, the wind clearing my head, I regained control of my feelings. Aurora and I could never be together, but I could deal with that….couldn't I?

I couldn't.

After flying for hours, I landed on her window sill and looked in. She was sleeping, peaceful and beautiful. I slipped through a crack in the window, and then switched to my human form.

I walked slowly to her bedside, careful not to wake her. Looking down at her, I brushed hair from her face. Then, unable to contain my feelings, I leaned down and brushed my lips to hers.

Kissing her was everything I had ever dreamed it would be. Her lips were soft against mine, and I questioned how I would ever leave her.

I straightened up, gazing at my love once again. Suddenly, her eyes fluttered open. In one look, I knew that she had been awake; that she knew how I felt. Even as a blush reddened my face, I raised my eyebrows, silently asking her how she felt.

She sat up and pressed her lips to my own. This kiss was even better than the last. Grabbing my hand, she pulled me down so that I was laying next to her. We fell asleep together, her head resting on my chest.