Prologue

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Warning Chapter Includes Child Abuse

Once upon a time,

Well more like 20 years ago, Belle married her Beast in front of 6,000 of their closest personal friends.

Instead of a honeymoon, Beast united all of the kingdoms and got himself elected king of the United States of Auradon.

His first act as King was to round up all the villains and sidekicks and boot them off to the Isle of the Lost with a magical barrier to keep them there.

He cared very little for the Villains and it showed in how poorly he handled them.

The Villains are bored? They can entertain themselves, it's not my problem

The Villains need to eat? Send them our leftovers and rejected produce.

The Villains are having kids? I'm sure they'll turn out rotten just like their parents.

Yeah because Villains have proved they are such loving examples of parenthood before the Island.

We have no magic. No wi-fi. No way out. 

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A pretty blue-haired girl stands in the middle of a room in the dilapidated castle she calls home. As she does every morning, she holds a beautiful handheld mirror and recites the traits of a prince's perfect wife under her mother's supervision. 

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"... a future Queen must be skilled at household chores, and always listen to my mother."

Queen Grimhilde circles around the teen before she barks at her in irritation, "One more Evie! Must I remind you every time?"

"A future Queen must empty her head as she is just a pretty face."

"Good, good." Grimhilde stops behind Evie and places her hands on her shoulders. " That one shouldn't be too hard for you. You're already so stupid you're giving me stress lines."

"I'm sorry mother."

"If you were anyone else I'd whip you, but scars aren't beautiful dear. Oh, that reminds me I ran into Cruella's insane little daughter this week. She was so fat and her hair was a ratty mess." The Evil Queen laughs cruelly.

"Thank you, mother." Evie starts to lower the mirror but is stopped by her mother's words.

"Now that isn't an excuse to slack off. Just because you're better than that mongrel doesn't mean you're perfect. Now tell me what you need to fix. You must be perfect if you're going to marry a prince." The queen mutters to herself, "Snow White that bitch."

"Alright mother, I need to fix my hair. I need to fix my make-up. I need to fix my smile."

"Good. You need to lose weight too."

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