The Evil King

1- The Prodigal King

Auradon was quiet this night. Perhaps because all villains had been exiled into prisons all over the Kingdoms. But for a night of coronation, it was awfully quiet. The Palace was packed with all the people who survived the Trial of Evil.

"Stefan" Snow White approached the man about to become the King of this Union between Kingdoms, in his Chambers. " I'm sorry to interrupt your majesty. " she glanced at the sight of power and grandeur of King Stefan in his Coronation clothes.

The King sighed and let out a smile, "Erin, I've been thinking of your father.  So it is a coincidence to see you here." He stepped down the stool and held Snow Whites hand. "I'm sorry, Snow White. But your birth name is as equally beautiful, after all I'm your Godfather."

"I didn't come here to speak of my father. I came here to know about my engagement to prince Florian. Your wife has been pushing me away, and I know my father would be pleased to know I am marrying him." Snow starts talking fast as in a hurry or perhaps in panic. " please, your majesty."

"You're 15, Snow White. You're about my age when I was courting Queen Leah and about the age your father married your mother. Ouh if I remember that wedding. Your mother was absolutely stunning and your father that so young made that Palace shake every step." Stefan looked into Snow White's eyes, "I know you feel safe and loved by Florian, but even though I love Leah with all my heart, I fear that you'll find the same pain your father faced before you were even born." Explained as they walked out of the Chambers holding her arm. "As his closest ally I want you to give yourself more time."

"I have waited too long, please. I beg you." Snow sinks her fingers on King Stefans sleeves.

He looks at his wife and daughter waiting on the hall, "Let me become King, and once you step up to queen regent of Avalon, I'll grant the blessing."

...
...
...

Meanwhile, somewhere lost in the woods, a the remains of what was once a King crawled through the mud. His hair and Beard were dark as the wings of a crow and messy like a mutt. He dragged his body that was once a signature of power, but the years of battles and being forced to survive on his own show.
Feeling defeated, he took shelter under a oak tree panting, seating up with is back against the tree. He saw a familiar figure approaching him, he stuttered and smiled until a lighting flashed and revealed that the familiar silhouette was simply a tree.

"Malice..." he sobs leaning his head back to the tree, "I know what Stefan has done... I beg you. Please let me return Home. " he clinches his fist and suddenly he notices a figure coming closer laying a hand on his shoulder, "Dear death, I beg time to seek forgiveness to those I've hurt." He mutters weakly.

"Malice, can't hear you. " a soft but deep voice spoke, "She is somewhere, thanks to Stefan. They speak she's evil. We just want her back to our realm"

"Who are you?"

"My name? Conall" upon closer look, this fairy looks into this man's deep blue eyes filled with pain. "Now, your turn..."

His eyes glowing in tears, he felt the shame in his words, "King Leon, the first of Avalon,..." he stops himself in disappointment in himself, "youngest child of King Arthur..." he looks down to his sword "guardian and wielder of Excalibur."

Conall, in shock took a step back and looked at him, wounded, starved, dirty and crying. "This isn't the same Leon, Maleficent has told me about. He never feared anything."

"Until now... My wife and daughter, allied to the monster who cut my best friend's wings just because he fell in love with the idea that his arranged wife would make him a King. Imagine what he'll do to them. Erin is very impressionable and able to do unspeakable things to make people like her but she's my daughter and I love her" Leon tried to kneel holding himself to the tree trying his hardest to stand.