Getting a prince was Eva's, daughter of the Evil Queen, only goal in life. Well, that and ensuring she looked perfect at all times. A goal inflicted upon her by her mother. When she goes to Auradon with her sister and friends, she has the chance to...
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╭━ ╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍ ♛ ⎈ ♛ ╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍ ━╮ I thought you would understand, Evie. ╰━ ╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍ ♛ ⎈ ♛ ╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍ ━╯
Though the Isle lacked sunlight and was plagued by ever-present gloom, the original VKs felt warmth blossom in them as they watched Smee embrace his children. It was a nice change of pace to see that some villains found joy in the presence of their children and were dismayed to watch them leave. Weak rays of sunlight fought their way through the grey clouds giving the Isle one of its 'sunniest' days in months. Placing their luggage in the boot, Jay and Carlos helped the twins into the limo, amused by the wide eyes under their glasses.
On the other side, Evie watched fondly as Dizzy bid her grandmother goodbye. Doing her best to feign indifference, Lady Tremaine fought back her emotions, ensuring she didn't look teary-eyed. Part of her mourned the loss of a valuable worker but she was also losing the one person who could make her smile in spite of the morbidity of the island. Waving around a small object, Tremaine reminded her giddy granddaughter that she was about to leave behind her most prized possession; her glue gun. An affectionate sigh was forced out of her when the young girl threw her arms around the grey-haired woman. Untangling herself from Dizzy, the matriarch took a step back, returning to her facade of disinterest. She dismissed her granddaughter with the flap of her hand, turning away to hide her sadness.
Eva's eyes scanned the crowd, almost like a compulsion. Her heart screamed at her not to. If she never looked, she could never be disappointed. The thunk of the boot closing pulled Eva back into her surroundings. Celia's luggage was secure in the trunk of the limo, and the small group were waiting for Eva so they could set off. Eva berated herself for the distraction. It's a good thing I'm not on guard duty, she thought. The blue-haired woman slid into the limo again, with much less enthusiasm than earlier in the day.
Driving down the dilapidated streets they had once run through, the two generations of VKs reflected on how much their lives had changed. The older VKs had enjoyed vast improvements, never realising how dank the Isle was until experiencing the brightness of Auradon. The younger VKs watched the buildings pass by with fondness. Anticipation coursed through them; they were about to visit a land that had always been closed off to them.
Doing his best not to dwell on the fact that his father had allowed conditions to get this bad, Ben turned his back on the windows. He was grateful (albeit taken aback) when Celia shoved her tarot cards in his face. Eva smiled, knowing how this would end. It was how she ended up befriending the fortune teller in the first place.
Glancing at the card the King had chosen, Celia said, "You're going to be a wise and brave king."
"He already is." Mal complimented, earning a nod of agreement from her blue-haired friend.
