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Go no further! You are no king to me! Arise and stand with me!
You! You will not have the Moors! Not now, nor ever! You
He did this to me so he would be king. Well?
What? Oh, a grand celebration for a baby. How wonderful
(At Princess Aurora’s christening)
Well, well. What a glittering assemblage, King Stefan.
Royalty, nobility, the gentry, and… How quaint, even the rabble.
I must say I really felt quite distressed at not receiving an invitation.
Oh. Oh, dear. What an awkward situation. Why, no.
And to show I bear no ill will, I too, shall bestow a gift on the child.
Hmm. Mmm. Listen well, all of you. The princess shall indeed
grow in grace and beauty, beloved by all who meet her.
But before the sun sets on her sixteenth birthday, she will prick her
finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel and fall into a sleep
like death !A sleep from which she will never awaken!
I like you begging. Do it again. Alright. The princess can be woken
from her death sleep, but only by…true love’s kiss. This curse will
last till the end of time! No power on Earth can change it!
melancholy?? You are the fairy tale that will come true…
will come true, with the prince true loves kiss, and will
see that true love conquers all! Hahahaha. What the prince
escaping?! No! I will not let that happen!Before the sun sets,