AN: So, big plot developments happen in this one. This started as a one shot, so I'm kind of making it up as I go along. I'm struggling because I know that I need a plot, but I really just want to fill this with fluff! I LOVE THIS PAIRING! Some of you may not like how it ended-it's a little different-but you'll see, ok? This definitely isn't the last chapter.

Struggling to type cause I burned my fingers butttt….

Anyway, while editing the last chapter, I took out this scene where Diaval gets jealous. It was a great scene but it didn't fit the chapter. I tried to tie it in….

Enjoy!

When I finally came to, it was dark all around. I changed into my human form and pulled the net off.

Foots steps approached me. "Who's there?" I called out, my voice uncertain.

A man stepped forward, whom I assumed was my attacker. His face was covered by a linen hood, when he finally spoke, the fabric muffled his words.

"Ah, you're awake. Very good. I'll have to tie you up, and then I shall be on my way," he said. His voice seemed vaguely familiar. The hood slipped, revealing a wisp of light brow hair.

Everything fell into place.

"Phillip?" I gasped. I was utterly shocked. Phillip was kind and forgiving! This wasn't like him at all.

He sighed and whipped off the hood. "Yes, Diaval, it is me. I didn't want to have to do this, but you've gotten in the way of my plans. I MUST marry the princess. I must become king."

I recognized the greed in his eyes, so like that of Aurora's father, Stefan.

Tying me securely, he pulled a feather from my hair. "I must prove that you are dead," he explained. He left me, going in the direction of the palace.

I struggled against my bonds, determined to get to Aurora before that wicked man arrived. With me gone, she may marry him, simply for the sake of the kingdom. I couldn't let that happen.

Hopping about with my feet bound, I located a dagger. It wasn't easy, but I did free myself, and quickly transformed into a raven. I flew in the direction of the castle, carrying the dagger with my feet.

When I arrived, Phillip was sharing the news with the princess. He showed her the feather, making up a story of an unfortunate hunting accident in which I was shot with an arrow.

She broke down and sobbed. Her sorrow made me want to run to her, to reassure her, to kiss her tears away. But I held back. It wasn't the right moment to reveal myself.

Phillip placed his arm around her shoulders. "Aurora, with your love gone, I must ask again. For the sake of our kingdoms, will you marry me?

"Phillip, please. Just leave me in my sadness," she whimpered.

"No! You WILL marry me!" he shouted, roughly grabbing her. His entire being seemed to change, his greed easy to see. Before she could utter a word, he pushed his lips to hers. She struggled against him, obviously displeased, but he refused to let her go.

My blood boiled in my veins.

From where I was hiding, I charged towards him. My only thought was to help her.

I grabbed Phillip by the collar and threw him to the ground, putting my body between him and her.

"Diaval?" Aurora gasped.

"If you touch her," I said to Phillip, "I'll kill you."

He laughed, a harsh sound. "As if you could. I am going to marry the princess, and become king. I will rule all the lands, and I will rule you," he gestured to Aurora.

I threw myself at him, and we fought. I finally pinned him against the wall, and moved my dagger towards his heart.

I intended to kill him.

At the last second, I drove the dagger into his left arm, badly wounding him.

I couldn't kill someone. Not even a vile creature like him.

While he lay on the ground, consumed by pain, I turned and ran to Aurora. Sweeping her into my arms, I kissed her with all the passion that I felt.

Mere minutes ago, she had thought I was dead. Tears streamed down her cheeks.

"I thought…." she cried.

"I know. I'm sorry," I whispered, stroking her hair softly.

As much as I wished to comfort her, we had to deal with Phillip. A servant walked past, and I sent them for the guards. Once he was safely in the dungeon, I took Aurora in my arms and carried her to her room. I tucked her into the bed, as though she were a child. I knew she was still in shock, and I felt horrible for what she had been through.

I got up to leave, but a warm hand grabbed mine.

"Don't go," she whispered, her eyes pleading.

So I stayed with her, watching as she fell asleep.

Hours later, she woke up.

"Diaval?" she said.

"Yes, I'm here," I reassured her.

"I know. I….I just….I'm an important queen now. Phillip isn't the only person who wishes to rule my kingdom. I don't want constantly be afraid of jealous suitors and angry kings." she said quietly.

"What do you want to do, my love?" I asked, sensing that she had a point to make.

She turned to face me. "I…I...want to be with you. I love you…..Will….will you marry me?" she asked, completely serious.