Everyone knew what had happened.
Everyone knew the truth, because such was the word of the High Folk.
Mysterious and powerful they might be, but it was common knowledge
that the Sidhe had two weaknesses, silver and their inability to utter a lie.
People at times misunderstood them, but everyone knew that the High
Folk always spoke true.
Everyone knew that petty and vile Maleficent had been enraged by her
missing plate, and that she had tried to kill the baby princess with a
curse. It had taken virtue and truth, a true love's kiss and the magic
of the good High Folk, to bring everyone their lived happily ever after.
Everyone thought they knew, but the word of the High Folk was not the truth.
It would've been so much simpler had there been a curse.