Maleficent's Daughter

Maleficent's POV

I reached Melena Thropp's—I mean, Frexspar Thropp's home rather safely. I was there for one purpose and one purpose only—to pick up my ward, his older daughter, Elphaba. I saw a little three-year-old green-skinned child staring sadly out at the window at me. Was that little one the one I was to care for? I entered and said, "Alright, Frex, hand over Elphaba."

"Why should I?" he snarled.

"Melena arranged for me to be her legal guardian before her death," I snapped back at him.

Elphaba crawled down the stairs and crawled towards me. I scooped the small child and asked, "Do you have everything, little one?"

She nodded and then I noticed the bruises on her arms and legs.

I glared at Frex and snapped, "Mark my words, Frex. Little Nessarose shall grow in grace and beauty, but before the sun sets on her twenty-third birthday, she shall be crushed by a flying house AND DIE!"

He glared at me and I protectively pulled Elphaba closer to my chest and cast a transportation spell, returning us to my home—I lived a few miles away from Stefan's castle, so I could help out when necessary, usually I didn't have to help, except for when he and his wife, Queen Leah, were trying to have a baby.

After learning of Frex's abuse of Elphaba, I knew I had to alert Stefan as soon as I was able—I wasn't taking any chances with Elphaba's life. I had promised Melena I would care for Elphaba and I fully intend to keep my promise.