Maleficent slowly picked at the things on her plate, this luncheon couldn't be more boring truthfully. The only thing s that kept her here were her beastie's happy smile and the need to keep an eye on that boy, Philip. It had nothing to do with the look Diaval had given her when she made to leave a few moments earlier. Nothing at all, her servant could never influence her!
But really! Maleficent glared at the food on her plate. How would she eat this! She poke it again with the prong piece of silver, Aurora had forbidden iron from the kingdom. It was a large clam, Maleficent had never bothered eating these things, she imagined she should break it open or something, but everyone else was just popping them open with a irritatingly delicate sound. She grit her teeth angrily, Diaval gave her that look again. But then smirked when he notice she hadn't even touched her food. "Mistress, do you need assistance from this lowly one?" He gave a mock bow from his seat across from her.
"No Diaval." She sighed, "I would prefer some berries, or something, not this." She rapped the clam with the dull silver knife this time.
Diaval nodded, stopping a servant who wandered by, "Go fetch some berries, would you?" The boy nodded and hurried off. He turns back to Maleficent, "This is the part where you say 'Thank you Diaval, I don't know what I'd do without you'."
Maleficent frowns as her clam is switched with a plate ladened with cubed fruits and sprinkled with berries. "I don't thank servants, it's your duty to do such for me."
Diaval raises his a brow to that, really? Just do things that supposedly well benefit Maleficent, without her telling him to? He allows a smile at that, but tries to keep it innocent in appearance, the trouble he could cause with this.
"Diaval?" Maleficent didn't even sound angry, she was too startled. "What on earth is going on?" She really wanted to know.
"Hmm?" He hummed innocently gazing about at the expectant Lords and Ladies. He continued when he could tell the shock wearing off. "Well, I believe they are waiting for you to start the dance. You did enjoy the last dance so much, they thought you should lead I guess."
"Who told them I enjoyed the dance? Diaval." Her voice dripping her signature venom from his name. She turned to him, flashing a smile like she did on the day she cursed Aurora in front of Stefan. "Why, I think we should share the dance, we both walked her down the aisle."
He gulped, bad, bad, avert. "Oh, but I am an awful dancer." he took a step back.
There was the smile again, she took a step towards him. "Oh, so am I, but I still love to dance, apparently."
"You should dance." A young lady from Philip's family sighs, her eyes full of an odd light with a dreamy quality in her gaze. It made Diaval feel a little disturbed, what was wrong with that child. Was she weak in the head?
Then Maleficent dragged him onto the dance floor. Well, atleast he was away from that girl now and the darkness of night was chasing the sun into the hills and out of sight. The dance wouldn't last long. He could go to sleep then.
They slowly make their way across the dance floor, Diaval watches as Maleficent's eye cloud with thought, then she suddenly leans right into him and takes a slight sniff, smiling.
He flushes, "Maleficent?!" He didn't mean to squeak, oh, he sounded so awful.
Her eyes clear, "You need to bath." She snarls.
That's when the king smiled at him from over his wife's shoulder, and Diaval couldn't help but feel something was not going to go well, besides what was already going badly he mentally added as he looked back to his now riled partner.
Maleficent made herself smile politely at Philip's Father, accepting the drink he offered her, drinking from it as he handed another to Diaval. The king smiles at his wife, "You take this."
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