Diaval knew not to ask when Maleficent came back from the cottage one night with green trails of magic practically zapping the life from an plant in her path.
Nor did he ask the next day when she had been distant from everyone and everything, including Aurora (who seemed slightly hurt by the sudden change of demeanour).
Just what could have caused this change?
He hadn't seen her this quiet since those first few months in her service.
For Maleficent, however, those next few days were torture. She was locked inside her own head with the guilt, anger, and a self hatred that she didn't think it was possible for her to process.
Not over something like this.
She had been justified in her curse, in what she had done and yet here she was, regretting it.
Regretting wrapping up the innocent life of a child into the mess of two adults, resulting in the girl knowing the pain of an absentee father and a deceased mother.
She wished that she could change it but what is done is done and not even an infinite amount of magic would bring back the dead and there was no such thing as true love.
It was a mere emotion. Not pure, not endless, just a feeling and nothing more.
Only fools and children believed in true love and she had been a fool to believe Stefan and a fool again to lay blame on someone who knew of that not.
