“Your familiar is scaring the onlookers of the trial and making the court members uncomfortable,” said Michael the Loyal, “Or do you expect to change the tides of the trial because of your wicked threat?”
Maleficent found it quite tedious talking to a creature or any creature at the matter beneath her so she jumped down from Hunger’s back. The thump resonating as her feet hit the ground was muted by her chuckle.
‘Adjusting for their benefits so they won’t have to look up to me? Now that s**t is something only an oh-so benevolent one would do. Am I becoming a saint now?’ Maleficent continued her small laughter from what she was thinking.
Shaking her head as she chortle, Maleficent stood beside Hunger’s humungous head. “Oh, I am not here for your sob trial, our oh so great grand maester o
