You’re not here to hear about my youthful gay panic. Anyway, let me get into the nitty-gritty. And then we got into the Lara Croft era, and that was enlightening. And I.I am the villain.It’s Pride Month, so you know I had to absolutely go for this queer fairytale retelling! I don’t know a single millennial-gay that didn’t realize they were just a hair on the gay side after crushing on some Disney princesses. Because we all know how this story ends, don't we? Aurora is the beautiful princess. Perhaps together we could forge a new world.

If my power began her curse, perhaps it's what can lift it. But with less than a year until that curse will kill her, any future I might see with Aurora is swiftly disintegrating - and she can't stand to kiss yet another insipid prince. Even though a power like mine was responsible for her curse. Aurora says I should be proud of my gifts. Humiliated and shamed by the same nobles who pay me to bottle hexes and then brand me a monster. One who isn't bothered that I am Alyce, the Dark Grace, abhorred and feared for the mysterious dark magic that runs in my veins. Not the way they care about their jewels and elaborate parties and charm-granting elixirs. Let me tell you, no one in Briar actually cares about what happens to its princesses. You've heard this before, haven't you? The handsome prince. A curse that could only be broken by true love's kiss. Once upon a time, there was a wicked fairy who, in an act of vengeance, cursed a line of princesses to die.

Heather walter malice