Raising Aurora

Maleficent's POV

I paced along the halls of my castle and stopped in one room, where little Aurora was sleeping. When she was two months, I had abducted her from the fairies—Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather—they couldn't protect her. I could. If she was with me, she wouldn't be harmed. I have grown to love the little princess in the past eighteen months I've cared for her since I kidnapped her. I smiled gently at the lovely little princess. She would be far more beautiful than any girl in all the land. She opened her eyes and began to cry.

I swiftly scooped her up into my arm and said, "Don't cry, my little one, don't cry. It's OK. I'm here. I'm here. You're safe. You're safe."

She quieted down and stared up at me, her eyes wide and trusting. I pulled her closer to my chest and said, "No one will take you from me, my little one." She smiled contentedly up at me and drifted back to sleep.

I placed her gently in her cradle and I turned to the window, staring toward her parents' home. When she turned sixteen, would I return her or would I keep her?