"What the hell were you thinking? You've condemned us all!"
Aurora didn't even flinch at her father's accusation although he took her by surprise.
When had he returned?
"You were the one who stole her wings! You claimed you loved her but what you did was unforgivable!"
The next thing she knew was that she had been knocked against one of the shelves, pain blooming across the side of her face.
"You idiot! I did it to protect everyone! That monster..."
Aurora managed a glare at him despite her pain, cutting him off before he could finish what he was saying.
"She's no more a monster than you are!"
Monster.
Was that not what she had called Maleficent herself?
Aurora closed her eyes as the tears came, the full effects of her guilt and her father's anger washing over her.
If anything happened to either of them it would be her fault and if anger made a monster, then she was no better than them.
Hadn't Maleficent always been kind? Perhaps even gentle?
Slowly moving to stand, ignoring how her ribs protested against the movement.
She had to warn Maleficent.
But how would she get there in time?
Philip knew something was wrong as soon as he heard Aurora's voice.
None of this situation made sense to him. People with horns, curses, he probably wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen it.
Yet he also knew that if Aurora needed help, he would try his hardest to help her.
He owed her that much for the kiss he had been forced to give her while she was unconscious.
So instead of wasting time on questions he rushed to get dressed, thanking heavens he actually had his own transportation so he didn't have to risk waking his mother.
After all it was midnight.