Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, they are the property of Disney.
A/N: slightly AU.
Diaval sighed as he sat against a large oak, trying to block out the faint sounds of weeping that carried on the wind. He knew better than to even try to go nearer to the old ruins lease he want to be transformed into something less than appealing.
However of course he hated the fact that his mistress was upset—despite the fact that she wanted no one to know how deeply Stephen had affected her.
No, no one knew that the self-proclaimed queen of the moors no longer slept; nightmares haunting her whenever she had done so. No one saw the tears that she attempted to hide whenever she thought no one was watching.
No one but him.
As if he was possessed by some unseen force the Raven turned man got to his feet, slowly making his way over to where Maleficent was seated in the shadowy ruins, her back toward the rest of the world as sobs shook her elegant frame. Preparing for the worse Diaval slowly put a hand on her shoulder, only to find himself propelling backward across the threshold.
"Don't you ever touch me!" she bellowed, though as he stared up at her he saw fear radiating in her watery gaze.
"Forgive me." The dark haired man muttered, dipping his head respectfully before heading back to his previous spot.