"Aurora, it pleases me greatly that you want my permission in this matter." Maleficent says, staring down at her beasty. "You may not marry the boy."
Aurora gasps, she was sure Maleficent would understand. "Why not?" She attempts to keep her voice even and calm.
Maleficent frowns,"Because you are merely infatuated with the boy."
Aurora's eyes brighten with anger, "How dare you! I love him!"
"No you do not! You are not in love!" Maleficent shoots out of her tree, landing before the newly crowned queen in her full, furious glory.
"I don't need your permission to marry Philip. Godmother." Aurora speaks coldly and without fear, tacking on the last piece out of habit. Maleficent frowns even more deeply. "Don't you want me to be happy?" Aurora whispers.
Maleficent softens. "Yes, I want that most of all."
"Then please, let me be wed with the man I love."
Maleficent sighs,"If he ever tries to leave you I well cut off his legs, his hands should he strike you, and-" Maleficent starts to really get into it.
Aurora laughs weakly, interrupting Maleficent. "So, you'll let us get married?" Maleficent sighs, then gives a barely perceivable, singular nod. "Oh! Thank you Godmother!" She then starts talking rapidly. "I was thinking navy blue with pale yellow. Should I have a long train, all the ladies say its very noble and traditional but I don't like them at all! They are so intolerably heavy. You well walk me down the aisle, yes? Oh, or perhaps both you and Diaval should. The Aunties could bless our marriage, then again that's probably a bad idea. Oh! You and Diaval well wear something other than black or browns, yes, something colorful? Then you two well have to give me and Philip advice, how long have you been married? You are such a sweet couple, but you should be more publicly affectionate. By the way, why haven't you had children yet? I couldn't have kept you that busy." Aurora suddenly blushes. "Does it hurt, you know," She lowers her voice, "The first time?"
Maleficent stands there, and responds as she did the first time Aurora said 'You're my fairy godmother'. "What?" Aurora smiles as if to say, now, now, I know everything, nothing to hide or be ashamed of. "Diaval is not my husband."
Aurora looks like Maleficent just crushed a kitten. "Oh. I guess.. I guess I just.. Assumed?" She pauses awkwardly. "You two just look at each other like no else is there, and you always know why one another is angry and exactly what to do. And Diaval is so protective of you, he takes such good care of you, always careful and gentle. But never over bearing." Maleficent huffs at the last bit."I always wanted me and Philip to be like that." She admits.
"Well, sorry to disappoint you beasty. He is nothing more than a servant." Maleficent says airily, "Now, I am more than happy to walk you down the aisle, no doubt Diaval well be overjoyed to, and I well wear something colorful, its Diaval you need to convince."
"Oh, godmother, your the best!"
Maleficent watches Aurora ride off. Diaval and I act like a couple?
Caw! Caw! Diaval cries out to Maleficent. "Into a man." She waits for him to finish changing before speaking. "The beasty is going to marry the Prince. She wants you and I to walk her down the aisle." She gives Diaval a questioning look.
He smiles, "How wonderful!"
"You have to wear something other than black." Diaval scowls. "It's a wedding, not a funeral."
"But black is a majestic color!"
"Of death." Diaval glares at her. She sighs,"You know, the beasty said something quite odd today, she thought you and I were wed.'I always wanted me and Philip to be like that'she said."
Diaval turns slightly red, and seems just slightly pleased."Really?"
"Yes, she did." Maleficent cocks her head, grinning mischievously,"Now, about the colorful clothes." Her fingers glow with her magic.
"MALEFICENT!" Diaval screeches in horror. "How dare you put my beautiful self in pink!"