The Raven's Love

by Lollipop456

DiavalxOC. When a servant from the castle grows curious and decides to explore the moors, she finds what she believes to be an injured bird and decides to nurse it back to health. Little does she know, the bird can actually become human and is named Diaval. Now, Diaval must choose between a newfound love or his loyal servitude with Maleficent.

1. Chapter 1

Isabel looked out the window, staring at the distant moors. Even though there was peace between the mystical, mysterious creatures of the moor and the kingdom, her mother and father still didn't want Isabel to wonder to the place that they still considered to be dangerous.

"Isabel!"

Isabel turned around and saw her mother coming towards her, frowning and scowling. She grabbed Isabel by the arm and gently led her away from the window.

"You should be minding the wash." Elinor said.

Isabel shrugged. "I was only looking, mother."

"Harm can come even then. Your great-great grandmother had stared so long at the moors one day that an evil, vile creature came and put a curse on her. She was blind from that day forward."

Isabel struggled to not roll her eyes. Perhaps, as a child, she would have been naturally fooled by her parents' superstitious tales. However, at twenty-years now, she was no longer naive and was becoming quite restless for life beyond the castle.

"Here," Elinor forced a heavy basket of linens into Isabel's hands. "take this up to Queen Aurora's chamber."

Isabel sighed. "Yes, mother."

Isabel left the washroom and carried the basket of dry linens to the chamber of Queen Aurora. She found the young queen sitting by the cradle of the newborn prince.

"Your majesty." Isabel curtsied and set the basket down. "I've brought your linens."

"Thank you, Isabel."

As Isabel turned to leave, a sudden surge of curiosity got the best of her. She knew that Queen Aurora was also the ruler of the moors and would often spend many weeks there. Even though she was likely to sound forward, she could not leave until her question had been answered.

"Your Majesty, if I may speak openly?"

Queen Aurora looked up and smiled gently. "You may."

Isabel walked back up to the queen and sat next to the cradle. "What are the moors like? What, I mean is, are they really dangerous?"

"No. They are a peacful place, with the sort of wonder and fantasies that you could only dream. Fairies, trolls, tree people...they all have no worries. It's a wonderful place."

Isabel smiled and then stood up, curtseying. "Thank you, your Majesty."

Isabel left the chamber, already knowing what she must do. If ever her curiosity and fascination with the moors was to be satisfied, then she would have to go there.