"The king of the human lands was once a petty thief who tried to steal jewels from the waterfall sprits. Maleficent asked the guards to spare him. She blames herself for that. She should have seen the greed in his heart then but she had never had a friend and he was much of an age with him."

"The old king hated the Moors and all the fae and has tried to take the lands many times. But always Maleficent protected the borders. On his deathbed, he promised the crown to anyone who would kill my lady."

"He, the thief now a man but still consumed by greed returned to the Moors by the ways she taught him. He brought wine and honeyed words. She trusted him and rejoiced in his company."

He lowers his eyes, knowing the pain she suffered and suffers still. "As she slept, drugged out of her wits, he cut off her wings with an iron blade. Now he is king and she..." he shakes his head."