A/N: Guess who's back. I've taken five months out (right down to the day), and now this witch is back, and there's hell to pay. Here's hoping that I put a spell on you. Of course I will take requests, of course of course, where would I be without you guys.

Enjoy!

"Well mother, I was an absolute disgrace. To you, and the Isle." Mal's musing was out loud. As she stared at herself in the final fitting of her wedding dress, Evie had seen the emotion on her best friend's face and shooed away her helpers. Squeezing her hand once, she followed her minions out and waited until Mal was ready for her again.

Mal stared at the three reflections who all stared back at her, each with an identical, unrecognisable emotion on their identical faces. Mal couldn't place the emotion roiling inside of her but she let it flood through her system with a sigh. She had spent far too long quashing her feelings, and instead she let this one take control. Glaring at the woman in the white wedding dress, she recognised the glitter of tears in her eyes and she sat heavily on the sofa usually reserved for the mother of the bride. Hers had been conspicuously empty – occasionally filled by Belle, but it wasn't the same.

Then again, Mal was never bred for marriage, she had been bred for the sole reason of becoming Mistress of the Universe. Instead she was tapping her bare toes against a luxurious carpet, surrounded by rolls of beautiful fabric and sitting in an exquisite wedding dress… and she'd never felt better.

Sure there were moments when her temper took her, but Ben's did the same. Their rows were deafening, but by now the servants had learnt to weather them and walk away. Lonnie had tried to pull them apart once, but had been hauled back by Evie who let the two of them hurl abuse at one another until they were tired. Evie had taken a protesting Lonnie out of the room and let Mal and Ben shout their fears and frustrations away. It always worked. In the heat of the moment, they shouted the fears they kept trapped inside, and the other would realise where the defensive anger rested, which nerve had been hit, which sore spot trodden on. They would fix things, every single time. Sure, some had taken days to resolve, but they had never left an issue broken or festering.

Which is why Mal was elated to feel the white fabric slinking around her body, she stood and twirled barefoot, she laughed and danced, lifting the hem and tapping a jig she hadn't danced since getting drunk in Happy's Happy Hour Bar.

"Oh Mother, I failed you so unbelievably hard and you have no idea how delirious it makes me. I am a Queen alright, but a Queen of Auradon by marriage. I am in love with the Son of the Beast, the Crown Prince, the King, the heir to King Adam's throne. I stole him from Sleeping Beauty and in return she found love elsewhere, a true love not a facsimile sham. Oh Mother I am practically a Godmother." Mal crowed and there was a cough which had Mal spinning to face the door.

"My dear, if there is one thing I cannot permit you to be, it's a Godmother. You are far too prone for pranks, even at your age." Fairy Godmother herself stood in the doorway, beaming at the bride. A broad smile that made her eyes crinkle and any awkwardness Mal may have felt melted when Fairy Godmother took her hands.

"I'm far too naughty for Pure Goodness anyway." Mal admitted with a shrug.

"Yes, but you make a wonderful sorceress, and that is your perfect calling. Now something else to add to the perfection, every princess needs a godmother's touch. You already have your Prince so I have no need to supply a route to our darling Ben, but I think this might be the thing for you." Fairy Godmother chattered as she took Mal back to the couch and upon a pillow placed over her knees she dusted her magic. A filigree fine tiara appeared where her magic rested, slowly taking form and building. It was wrought of thorns, roses and dark amethysts studded throughout, over her knees draped the veil that Ben would get the joy of wrestling with.

"You can come back in now E." Mal called over her shoulder and heard the squeak as Evie stared in wonder at the jewelled work.

"It's so beautiful, and the dress will compliment everything about, I told you working thorned roses into the lace was worth it." Evie said breathily and Mal shot her a look.

"Doug said you stayed up for weeks with that particular task." She huffed. "You got no sleep and almost fell flat on your face Aurora style in Fashion Week, I have not been forgiven by your beau." She said archly and FG smiled.

"It's to compliment Evie's work." She admitted. "Doug told me of her effort, and well I had to change the design for it." She shrugged and watched as both women stared at her in amazement. "You're about to become the Queen Consort of Auradon, but you need to show your own spirit during that ceremony." She nodded to the spot in front of the mirrors. "Now up missy, I need to adjust the veil length."

Mal gave herself up to the joy of fussing over her dress and look, the length of the veil and the feeling of being a bride.

Her mother would curse her if she was ever to see the disgrace she had become.