Stefan's POV
I looked at my daughter. She was sixteen, practically an adult, and I really hadn't much of a say in her life. Now, here she was, practically begging me to break off her engagement to Phillip. I stepped toward her and Maleficent and asked, "Maleficent, if I were let you to marry my daughter, would you care for her and love her?"
Maleficent pulled Aurora closer and said, "Yes, your Majesty. I never understood what love was until I knew how she felt about me—rather than the loathing I'd expected, it was love."
I nodded and turned to Aurora. "Dad, I love Maleficent," she began, shakily
Suddenly, she reached under the pillow and pulled out a journal. "Here," she held it out to me.
I flipped through it, feeling a little awkward, like I was invading her privacy, but I was her father. I noticed something right away. The main part of the image never changed—it was various angles of Maleficent, but she always seemed to be staring intently at something or someone. I looked at Aurora and realized that if I forced the marriage to Phillip on her, she would never forgive me.
I looked at the others and said, "Everyone, except for my wife and Aurora, out!" Maleficent left and I watched Aurora pout slightly.
"You'll see her soon enough," I reassured my upset daughter. She nodded and I motioned to my wife to come join us.