There had been a time when Diaval would only rarely see through the very few cracks of her thick walls, and even then he would be too afraid to tell the one who dwelled inside those walls that yes; true love does exist, and yes; there are second chances, and yes; she needn't not fear men and her own inner turmoil... But as Maleficent's bitterness and hatred grows as she curses her former love's new royal baby, eventually it is Diaval's patience and silent love for her that keeps the scorned faerie's demons from finally conquering what love in her heart had been teared away as her wings had been... And slowly, even she, despite her own stubborness, begins to learn of the love that had been standing by her side since the beginning of her own great depression.