Maleficent kept to the side, her eyes wondering from her staff to the queen and her mirror. Some would have called the queen vain, but it was to be expected. If there was one thing she loved, it was to be looked upon with reverence and desire. It was what had driven her to take full power over her land, to take the heart of a young girl (quite literally), and what made her wake up every morning in the hopes of more praises.
And what a sight she was, with her apple red lips and piercing eyes. She walked with the grace of a royal, never denying what power she held over others.
However, though Maleficent looked to her, she surely had no power over her.
The queen was a queen. Maleficent herself was the mistress of all evil.
Still, it was hard not to look at her, and the queen knew that quite well.
Maleficent supposed that she was another one of her mirrors.
Maleficent walked forward, her cane tapping against the ground as she walked. The sound echoed through the dim, stony castle. Unlike the queen's other mirror, Maleficent was not separated from her by glass.
Wrapping her arms around her thin waist, Maleficent leaned forward and breathed in a bit of the scent of her perfume through her green nostrils. She smiled, relaxing as the queen leaned into her touch.
The face in the mirror vanished, the slave returning to wherever it hid when its mistress had no need for it.
"It has been some time since I have last seen you." Back then, Maleficent had entered in quickly, passing by a dark haired servant girl in rags. When the girl had seen her, her pale face had gone even whiter with shock, and the look on her face had made Maleficent chuckle for weeks. Now, all that was left of her was in a wooden box.
"Have you missed me?"
"I thought of you every day."
She had shown Maleficent the box, the bottom stained red, with pride. It had been quite a sight, one that had brought a smile to Maleficent's lips, but she was by no means satisfied. The queen was self serving; if only she knew the joy in hurting others. Then she surely could do so much worse.
Oh, Maleficent could only imagine.
"And you, my darling," Maleficent said, leaning in closer to whisper in her ear, "look even more beautiful than when I saw you last."