Behold the results of an overactive imagination in the dead of night!

Scorn

"-And we shall invite the three good faries to bless the child,"

Startled, Queen Leah looked away from her sleeping child, meeting the steely eyes of the weathered advisor.

"Forgive me, but there are four faires who reside on our kingdom's borders, are there not?"

"Yes, my Queen," the advisor nodded, the shine of his balding head aglow with the sunlight that poured into the room.

"Then shouldn't we invite them all?" Leah pressed, "It would be rude not to,"

At this the gathered councilmen laughed.

"With all due respect your Majesty," spoke a younger man with a pot belly, "Inviting Maleficent is well, it's,"

"Dangerous," offered a reed-thin man with wire glasses, "yes, yes, dangerous,"

"How so?"

"Surely you know of her temper?"

"But, if we don't-"

"She brings blight-"

"Death-"

"Bad weather-"

"She takes joy in harming innocents-"

"How," Leah interjected, "How can you be so sure of these things,"

"Just ask the farmers-"

"The fishermen-"

"The Merchants-"

"Besides, Love," Stephan spoke quietly, "She's displeasing to look at-"

"Ghastly-"

"Grotesque,"

"Horrendous,"

"So you would judge her by her looks? Maybe bad things only happen to those people you mentioned because they brought it upon themselves? Perhaps Maleficent is just misunderstood,"

The men laughed again.

"Surely you jest, My queen?" chuckled the orignal advisor, "Nothing good or beautiful can come from a creature so ugly,"

"But-"

"Let the matter rest, dear," Stephan shushed her, "It'll be fine, you'll see,"

It would not be fine.