When Diaval woke he panicked. Where was the morning sun peaking through the leaves of the trees? Where were the leaves, the tree? Why did he see brick and mortar, windows- Stefan's castle! He couldn't help the small shudder at the thought that he had slept in this place. Wait, where was Maleficent?
"Diaval." She said as if testing his stupidity with that single word, seeing if he recognized his own name.
"Yes?" He snapped, in a politely strained manner, glaring into those glittering eyes boldly.
"The wedding celebration continues for the next six days, a total of seven days." She says each word slowly and clearly. Her brow creases in curiosity, "Did I not tell you?"
"No, Maleficent, you failed to mention that!" He leans over the table of fruits and berries that assemble her breakfast so he is level with her before snarling in her face. "You also saw it fit to let the servants put me in some room without any warning!" Maleficent flinches at the feel of his breath on her face. "Do have any idea how worried I was? Not in my tree, not in the Moor's. Sixteen years of waking up to that sight, I might have gotten use to it!" He gives a harsh laugh and sits across from her. "So I think I was pretty reasonable," He softens at the expression on his mistress's normally impassively cruel face, shock, at his anger, no doubt. He never bursts out like this really. He can't remember a time when he had. He lowers his voice, gentles it, removes the anger in his face and the hardness in his eyes. "Seeing as I was so worried. I couldn't find you in Stefan's castle. I was still half a sleep, I wasn't thinking, I forgot he was dead. I tore this place apart looking for you because I was worried, Maleficent."
Maleficent didn't know how she should respond, so she did what she did naturally. She frowned. "Why?" And asked a question to give her time to think.
He gives a soft smirk, and is about to say something. "You did tear this place apart." A strong, female voice interrupts.
"He did, your grace." Maleficent gives a slight bow of her head to Philip's Mother.
"So, you aught to keep him in here. Can't have him tearing about looking for you again. The servants are under enough pressure as it is."
"My gra-" Maleficent starts.
"He well be sleeping in this room. You well be sleeping in this room. The both of you well be sleeping in this room." She turns in the doorway, back towards them to hide the victorious grin on her face, then leaves shutting the doors. She smirks at her husband. "Try and top that!"
So, sorry for not updating! I was out of time and ideas! So my lovely,(u know who u r) you suggested locking them in a room, I believe this is somewhat like that... Right? Also thank you for the reviews, they make me very happy! They also make me feel guilty when ever I aren't working on updating. I am going to warn you however! I have a lot of work/projects that have to be done, deadlines, and a week long vacation coming up at the end of the month. I well try to update more! Please review and leave your suggestions! I need four to five ideas!
Cookie darling, I wasn't offended at all! Yes, your right, I think many people right in past tense. I think its just natural for me. I really liked your comment actually, now that doesn't mean everyone can just ripped on me, constructive criticism, something I need and desperately want. I am just an amatuer too. So, I want to improve my writing. I want it to flow and make sense. Tell me where things don't make sense, tell me why, where is it rough and jagged, give me suggestions. I need it, I love. Please?
Also, I would like to get 'deeper', just having fun though...For now planning/hoping to get deeper later on.