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They were cousins to the old king, the father of the queen called Snow White.
Which of those cups, Ursula wondered, belonged to the old queen, or to the horrible
sisters Anastasia and Drizella? And which belonged to Maleficent?
Hate—true hate—wasn’t just conjured; it was birthed.
“He is no brother of mine. He didn’t care what those foul humans did to my father! What they did to me! Oh, he brought me to his kingdom and presented me as his beloved sister, but even he wouldn’t let me live among his people in my true form!”
I think he used his magic to bring me into my powers so I would transform among those who would hurt me.
“Flotsam! Jetsam! I want you to keep an extra-close watch on this pretty little daughter of his. She may be the key to Triton’s undoing….”
Athena had fought endlessly with Triton, defending Ursula, trying to persuade him to let his sister rule by his side, reminding him of their parents’ wishes.
Athena had never made her feel loathsome. Never made her feel ashamed of who she was. Never wanted her to hide. If it hadn’t been for Athena, Ursula would have gone off into the Unprotected Waters long before she was banished. It was Athena who had railed against Triton the night of ball, denouncing his treatment of his sister when she had decided to show up to the royal function in her true form. It was Athena who had called
her beautiful. And Ursula believed her words were heartfelt and true.
He will hate you, as he hates me! He hates all things different from himself, little angelfish.
There was no love left for her brother. There was no doubt. And he had given her no choice. No choice at all. This foul, ugly, murdering creature was going to do what she did best. She was going to take her revenge.
