I saved your life. But you saved mine.
When you revealed me that Stefan's betrayal was even worse than I thought, my first instinct was to destroy everything, to burn in the flame of my rage the Moors, Stefan's Kingdom, myself. But then I saw your eyes, your sorrowful look. You were sorry for my sorrow.
I didn't want to admit it then, but it was that look of yours that stopped me.
When the princess was born, I decided I could have a more contained, yet more refined revenge. I knew you didn't approve, nevertheless you stayed by my side, as you always did in battle as well, fighting with me, never fearing for your life.
Many think I grew fond of Aurora because of my own spell, as I had claimed that she would be loved by whoever met her. But now I can instead admit that I started loving Aurora seeing you taking care of her: you loved her, and for this I ended up loving her too. If you looked after her, then I'd have protected her.
I told myself my aim was to keep her until her sixteenth birthday, so that the curse came true as I had cast it; but my heart knew the truth, even though I didn't want to listen to it.
I told you straight out what I thought, that true love doesn't exist, to stifle that feeble voice whispering that maybe, instead, I could still find it, that maybe I had already found it.
When I told you not to follow me into the castle, my mind told me that you'd surely stop, that you wouldn't risk your life to amend a mistake of mine; but the small, feeble voice instead hoped that you'd follow me.
And you followed me.
You followed me, and fought with me, for me. By my side, as always, to victory.
When we met, I asked you to be my wings. Now that my wings have been returned to me, I ask you to fly with me. By my side, forever.
