9 months earlier, in 20 BBY, Maul had brought death and chaos on Mandalore. He couldn't care any less about the Mandos' culture, warrior ways, honor code or - first and foremost - the fate of their planet and Sector. All he cared about was revenge, and ultimately, his own greatness. Maul had wished to step up his galactic game, that's why he had forged alliances with Death Watch first, the Black Sun and the Pyke Syndicate later.
Although the former of his wishes had partially concretized when he witnessed Kenobi's pain as he transfixed the imbecile woman he held so dear in the same way he'd transfixed that obnoxious Qui Gon Jinn; the same could not be said for the latter, at least, not after Sidious' intervention, the vanquishing of his brother Savage and the 501st and 212th's subsequent interventions.
However, his malicious actions had been enough to throw Mandalore in a state of lasting turmoil and dangerous instability, for the umpteenth time in its history.
Forced to flee, Maul went into hiding for the second time in his life. This time, however, he found solace in the emotions he'd been able to suck out of Kenobi, while he first tortured and then impaled his...love. Yes, because Kenobi could rein in his anger all he wanted, but he couldn't keep a lid on his heart-wrenching desperation and black-as-an-endless-pit sadness while he was made to witness the sadistic end of the Duchess. To Maul, the Jedi's love for the woman, something he'd obviously tried to deny to himself and even to her, was unmistakable.
Love was a concept so emotionally and physically foreign to Maul that he was both disgusted and intrigued by it. His way of exploring it was characteristically sick and twisted, even more so because, having lost the bottom half of his body, he was de facto mutilated, and, never having been taught otherwise, couldn't detach pain from pleasure.
Maul derived a strange excitement from replaying the gutting scene in his mind time and time again. He'd snatched the Duchess' portrait from the Palace so that he could build an altar with it and with the darksaber; he enacted all sorts of dark magic rituals around it so that he could feel pleasure. He had developed a real fetish for this sort of game. A game where Satine and Kenobi's sensations were his toys, his foe's explosion of grief his climax.
Unbeknownst to Maul, however, on top of being atrocious, all he was doing was utterly meaningless, for the former Duchess was alive and thriving. Well, perhaps not exactly thriving, but alive nonetheless.
In fact, sensing that his apprentice's apprentice (aka his "Plan B") was in danger, Count Dooku had silently travelled to Mandalore. Using his exquisite Force abilities (honed and refined by decades of experience), he had kept his presence well-hidden, a trick he mastered beautifully. As all hell broke loose on Mandalore, Dooku had found the empty throne room at Sundari's Royal Palace, walking in on a severly injured, dying woman. Her identity immediately clear to him, Dooku understood trying to save her was more than worth a shot, for multiple reasons - political power and the conversion of Kenobi being among them. Therefore, Dooku used the Force to stabilize her, privately appreciating the tenacity with which she clung onto life, and glided inside his designer spaceship, carrying her along.