Diaval's POV

As Mistress strolled about making her defenses for The Moors stronger against the humans I couldn't help but notice a stray white rose amongst the black thorns she had created.

She walked on as she took no notice to such a lovely flower.

I tried my best to get her attention to grab it but to no avail she ignored me like I was just a mere fly.

I know I was in no place to really bug her, in fact I had no real reason to.

But I honestly wondered if what she looked like...if she might have smiled...would it be a wondrous sight to see?

Has she ever smiled before?

The Mistress? Smile? I'd doubt even a mere rose would ruffle her feathers to even a 'thank you'.

She was so shut off even to me, someone she saved.

But still even if my debt to her was paid, I could possibly see myself staying in her company.

But to why...maybe it was just out of curiosity to see who she truly was beyond all that black and coldness of hers.

Once she had enough of me she turned me into a man.

Once I plucked the rose and placed it by her horn gently enough not to spook her...I didn't realize why she was being so put off about a rose.

And then when I saw flush creep upon her face the color of fainted pink...I knew what I had done and it had been too late to take any of it back.

I had moved something in her out of my curious gesture.

I could see water already forming in her eyes after her word of 'please' was said.

She had for the first time looked almost fragile to me, as if anything I were to say could tip her over the edge.

Even break her.

So I did the next best thing of stepping away and giving her, her needed space from me.

Because to me, even I could tell those emotions in which were displaying on her face was even a shock to her.

Water fell from the sky, pelting off the surfaces of The Moors, making the land soft and muddy.

Must I go? Really...if she truly wanted me gone she would have said so...but she only said to stop speaking.

That's what caught me off guard the most.

I kicked a rock into a pond as the rain started to seep through my clothing.

Next time I see her I'd have to act like everything's okay but I know...

I truly won't be able to act that way.

But it's my fault that it came to this.

Flustering her unintentionally like I did was very wrong of me to do.

Because if she ends up feeling anything for me, even if it was just an ounce of affection...I couldn't give that back to her.

Not now...because I felt only a friendship growing between us... not a romantic one.

In the end if I didn't stop this growing curiosity of mine...I'd be toying with her and I'd be no greater than that of a human to her.

I'd be poison to her and I truly didn't want that.

She deserves better than a curious bird who wants nothing more than to peer into her soul and then leave without a word.

After all, I've never loved anyone like she has before and I don't plan to.

Seeing how much pain she had gone through just loving a human man...how much more pain would she possibly have to go through with (if there was even a chance) loving someone like me?

So when it came down to logic and reality, being her friend would be the best thing to be.

And the best thing for her would be being no more than just that of a Mistress to me, nothing more and nothing less.

If she didn't mind...

If it's a frienship we can have, I wouldn't mind that at all.

As I walked on my boots had gotten caked in mud almost to the point I couldn't walk anymore.

So I just took them off, leaving them stuck in the mud as I walked further in to the lake.

I needed something to clear my mind, anything...and if getting submerged in water what was going to do it, then by all means I was going for a swim.

Just as I swam on my back a dark figure loomed over me, causing me to lose my balance and almost choke from the water.

"Mistress?" She lent a hand and pulled me from the water.

"You fool." She spoke in irritation but her eyes betrayed her as they gave off a soft glow.

"Are you desiring to get as sick as a dog? You should take shelter before you get yourself sick Diaval."

All that wore on her face was a soft scowl.

What was I to do but to chuckle from my clumsiness as I peered at her glowing eyes.