MorbidMavis145: What if Malefiscent had been invited to the Christening?

Malefiscent looked up at the large oaken doors ordained with the royal family crest as the guards pulled them open reluctantly. They had been skeptical when she had first showed up demanding to be let in, telling them she had been invited. Even showing them the invitation failed to sway them. It wasn't until she threatened to simply appear in the great hall and tell the King and Queen how rude she found it that she would be invited only to be turned away at the gate.

She moved through the doors and was escorted to the great hall by another guard inside the doors. The room was milling with movement; the air thick with the smell of food, wine, mead, and people. She moved into the room, finding wherever she moved to the people nearby would cease their converstations and stare at her, causing a bubble if silence to follow wherever she went.

"What are you doing here?" A voice chided from her left, and she spun to see the three "Good Fairies" fluttering so they were at eyelevel with her. Malefiscent rolled her eyes at them, holding up her invitation,

"King Stefan invited me," She sigh. She had never quite liked these three. Combined they could hardly compare their magic to her own power, yet lorded their titles over her. "Now fly away before I saw you," She added with a quiet hiss. She had no intention of causing a scene; though if these three forced her hand far be it from her to avoid having a little fun. "Now I must go pay my respects, and give the little brat her gift,"

"What curse are you intending to give the poor dear? She's just a baby!" The one in blue, Merrywether the name came to Malefiscent after several moments, had fluttered before her to block her path.

"Always so desperate to be the little heroes deserving of being known as the Kingdom's Good Fairies that you accuse me of malfeasance without knowing my intent?" She replied, holding a hand over her heart as she intentionally mocked her own name as the fairies were so keen to do. "Now leave me," She waved her off and tried to move past her when Merrywether blocked her path again. "Yes?" She groaned impatiently,

"Why would the king invite you?" She asked, showing the same degree if ignorance as the door guards. Maleficent was growing impatient, wanting to just do her obligatory meet with the king, give the tiny brat her gift, and return to her secluded tower. This party was far too... social... for her liking. She was also growing agitated at the trio not showing due respect to the most powerful of the Fae.

"Ask him yourself," She snarled, beginning to lose the grip on her temple. "I have told you I was invited," She held up her invitation, suppressing the urge to strike the obnoxious fairy with it, and tucked it back into her robes. "I wish to greet the king, and give my gift, then I will spare you the burden of my company," she continued. Merrywether looked as if to continue the argument, but luckily her companions seemed to contain more sense than her and pulled the blue fairy away begging her to see reason. "Listen to your friends, Merrywether. At least they seem to have some respect," She left the grunting and sputtering source of annoyance behind, and tried to pretend she didn't notice the large volume of far-too-curious onlookers.

A server approached her with a tray of wine goblets, his eyes downcast as he approached her to offer her some wine. Maleficent couldn't help but smirk. Finally. Someone who recognizes my power. She thanked the stuttering boy as she took a goblet, and continued her march towards where King Stefan stood with Queen Leah over the cradle containing the princess, who was named Aurora according to the invitation. Both stiffened as she approached, but visibly relaxed as she gave a curt bow.

"Your Graces," she addressed. They each offered their left hand, which she kissed in turn. Her eyes gleamed over the cradle, seeing a small sleepy infant swaddled in blankets. "My gift," She stated, and reached into her robes. She pulled out a wand, which again caused the royal couple to stiffen and she saw Stefan's hand twitch as if to stop her but had the sense to restrain himself. "I give her the gift of voice. May she always have the words to sway those around her," a fitting gift for the future Queen. And a gift to ensure no man would hold all power over her, that she would have the voice to command the respect she would deserve. She just hoped the whelp would grow into a ruler deserving of this gift. I suppose I'll have to peek in on this... child... from time to time. Stefan and Leah were good rulers, she admitted to herself bitterly. Hopefully this Aurora would be too.

"Thank you," Stefan said, clearly surprised that Maleficent had given his daughter a beneficial gift.

"A wonderful gift, thank you, Maleficent" Leah echoed her husband. They both bowed their heads to her, their tension easing and a smile pulled at their faces.

"Raise her right, so I don't regret giving her this gift," she replied, and despite the implied threat the royals smiled again and she turned from the cradle. Once away from earshot she saw the three Good Fairies flutter quickly to the King and Queen, clearly concerned Maleficent had forsaken her word to them and cursed the child. She rolled her eyes, and gave serious considerationg to placing a curse on Merrywether at least. Just a small one. Nothing serious. She began to roll several options through her head. Nothing fatal. Maybe she would grow a beard that wouldn't go away until she apologized. She would turn a delightful shade of yellow whenever the sun was up for the next full moon cycle. Perhaps she would have the uncontrollable urge to sing anything she wanted to say. Maleficent smirked, but forced herself to suppress these urges. Afterall, it was a party. And Stefan had done her the courtesy of inviting the strongest of the Fae. The least she could do was leave his guests molested.

She turned, looking up where the cradle was and honed her focus on their words so she could hear what gifts these Good Fairies were giving the child. The gift of beauty, the gift of song, and to her surprise Merrywether was the only one to give the child a sensible gift. The gift of Judgment. She would be gifted with being a good judge of character, sensing when others wished her harm. She had a feeling the gift was directed as a way for the child mistrust Maleficent, but she still had to admit Merrywether wasn't just trying to make the future Queen a pretty piece of jewelery for her future husband to tote around like the gifts of beauty and song. Judgement, like Voice, were traits a Queen would need.

She turned from the dias and head towards the great oaken doors, knowing none would appreciate her continued presence. While the thought of burdening them with herself, she loathed them as much as they her.

"Don't abuse my gift Princess, I'll be watching you," She mumbled, and departed.

Sorry this is so short, but I hope you all enjoy nonetheless.