Olive,
I do not appreciate the slaughter of my stalker. He had a story, just like Maleficent had hers. But, of course, she had the opportunity to tell her story. You never gave my stalker the chance. But it's fine, I can forgive you, dark Briar Rose. However, it can only be through death. The little prick won't be on your finger, but in your beating heart. And not even a kiss from your true love will be able to save you.
I sighed heavily, throwing the note down on the table. I wasn't even surprised or scared when we got another threat from the rogues. They had been writing ominous notes to us for a long time, but they hadn't acted yet. The notes seemed like hollow threats. I was starting to think the rogues were just doing it for kicks and giggles.
"I wonder if they're laughing at us as
