when Prince Philip's evil mother died, everything death that was her fault was erased. all the fairies and creatures were brought back. as was Philip's father. he rose from his bed and had his hand on his head. "what the bloody hell just happened. I fell asleep after dinner but I wasn't even tired. I heard my wife screaming that maleficent had done this to me. but if she did why is she rubbing a wet washcloth on my forehead.

I approached him "your wife did this to you. she wanted Maleficent to look bad. she hated her because she was afraid of her."

"I can't say that I am surprised. my wife was strong-willed. but I'm happy that she was handled. I assume that she was because of how relentless she is. I am just happy that I came back to life to see my grandchild." he smiled at my stomach and stood up to stretch.

Philp grabbed onto him when he trembled.

"father?"

"I'm alright, my boy."

we all believed him until he passed out in Maleficent's arms and everyone gasped as she rose him back up.

"Are you alright, my lord? do you need to lay down?" she asked him.

"no. thank you." he smiled at her. "I guess I'm not as well as I thought. how long have I been out."

"three days," Philip answered. "you missed the battle between mom and us."

he chuckled. "they God. I'm not prepared for a battle. but I am ready for your wedding."

I looked at Philip and I bit my lip. I didn't have the ability to tell him.

"you missed the wedding in front of the people. but we can get married again. we'll have a private wedding for you."