Poor Unfortunate Soul

Well, well, my dear. Are we so brokenhearted as that? Is the loss of that terrible prince really worth your life?

The old queen had failed them so miserably... She was such a bitter disappointment. But Ursula was different. There was no one to distract her, no one for her to love. She was alone in the world, alone in her grief, and alone with her pain. No, she wouldn't disappoint them. Unlike the old queen, Ursula would be able to fill her heart with hate.

Hate—true hate—wasn’t just conjured; it was birthed.

We're not here to discuss Maleficent! Her story is too long and complicated to debate in the time we have left...

It was a curious sensation, as if she had never known what it was to feel alive until that moment.

The sky, they thought, was particularly breathtaking at twilight; it was their magic hour, when everything looked perfect and they felt anything was possible.

Tulip hated this feeling. The last time she had felt this way, she had been utterly humiliated and deeply hurt. She couldn't imagine allowing herself to be charmed by another handsome man only to be heartbroken again. But she was different now, wasn't she? Stronger, bolder, and indeed more worldly.

But she was different now, wasn't she? Stronger, bolder, and indeed more worldly.

Did he betray you? Men always do, don’t they? Fathers never love their daughters as they should!