Aurora sat on her throne in the now empty throne room, with Philip, their darling newborn girl, Aaracia, was in the nursery with her nanny and therefore absent, a now confused Diaval, and Maleficent who looked like she was going to throw up, again.
Aurora tried to remain dignified as she asked one more time, just to be certain her ears were working. "Diaval, please repeat that one more time. Why is Maleficent throwing up?" After a couple months of courting, Diaval and Maleficent had become mates, nothing more, nothing less. Aka, no wedding.
Diaval gave her this look like 'How many times do I have to repeat myself' and 'Are you alright in the head?'. "I said, 'The baby has been causing lots of trouble for Maleficent lately, its very difficult to fly now, thats why we walked.'" He looked back to Maleficent. "Think I should get something for you to throw up in?"
Maleficent growled grumpily, "I have nothing left to throw up and I blame it on you." She leaned heavily on him.
Diaval grinned, turning to Philip. "Did Aurora blame you for everything too?" Philip shook his head mutely, the idea of Maleficent pregnant still sinking in with its full meaning.
"It is your fault." Muttered Maleficent, leaning on Diaval.
Aurora suddenly spoke. "So when will the wedding be?"
Maleficent's eyes narrowed. "We've already talked about that, there will be no wedding."
Philip fiddled with his wedding ring, a solid band of gold, nervously. "That's no good, the laws state that a child born out of wedlock is..." He looks to Aurora.
She nods sadly. "An illegitimate child." Maleficent can feel Diaval stiffening next to her at the next part, "And because it is illegitimate it would not be recognized as your child."
Diaval spoke, his voice strained and quiet. "Then we will be wed." The thought of their child not being recognized as their own was horrifying. It would be their child, and if they had to be married to prove it, so be it, although... He could still remember the horror that was planning Aurora and Phillip's wedding...