welcome home, princess.

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The moment they realized they were way past curfew, everyone started to go, all still in awe by the child. And everyone has also come to a conclusion, whoever exposed the baby will experience the wrath of those who protects her. This time it wasn't just the VK's, it was everyone else. Natalie is to be protected at all costs.

Even Mal and the rest begin to go home when Ben stops her and Evie, pulling them aside to speak to them privately, away from everyone else listening in as he clears his throat awkwardly.

"Hey, guys?" He asks, a little uncertain now that he was actually doing it, Evie raises her perfect eyebrow at him as Mal cocks her head to the side, "What's up, Ben?" She asks slowly as he huffs out a breath.

"I know I should've asked this earlier but, why won't you take her to Auradon? You're not minors now. You have a house, you're both profiting from something." He asks, not really wanting to meddle but he does have some points that need to be said and made. And it doesn't really matter if they won't agree, he just needs to be heard. I mean, it worked when he got them out of the Isle, when he brought down the barrier, what more now?

Mal sighs, turning to Evie as she told her to go, "Because we aren't ready to have her here, Ben. Sure, we could provide for her and more but this is different from the Isle. You and I know that. In the Isle, there are no paparazzis, everyone looks out for her, there are literally zero threats because she's their princess there. Anything is possible, Ben. Anything could happen to her here." She explains, hoping that would get Ben to end his speech when he nods.

"You're right. Anything is possible. And by that, anything could also happen to her in the Isle. No one really ever is ready until you've tried." He answers, the same tone of encouragement still present in his voice as the two wince, silently groaning, knowing they can't really get out of Ben and his stupid puppy eyes.

"We just don't want her to experience the things Dizzy and Celia had and they were already twelve. Natalie, though, our daughter, she's just a kid, a toddler, even. And not just that but she isn't any other VK, she's a VKK or whatever." She exclaims, Ben was still determined.

"She won't have to go through that, Eves. She needs you two, she needs to get proper education, she needs to be here. She deserves to be here with you two. You two deserve to be with her. I can see the look on your faces when we were talking about her and I know you both want this just as much as you do. I want you guys to be together, you're a family, and family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten." He recites, pouring his heart out for them as he tells them what he saw. What everyone saw.

That twinkle in their eyes were bright but it doesn't cover their look of longing and sadness, the look of missing someone with all your heart and wanting to be with them every damned second. They both frown, knowing he was right, knowing everyone else was right.

"Look, we could take her but Ben, there's already eleven of us living in an eight bedroom castle. We can't have that for her." Evie tries to reason out but he wasn't backing down.

Ben sighs, taking the key from his pocket and grabbing Evie's hand, putting her palm out as he places the key, "That's just something to get you all started. Your castle is finally finished and now you don't have to worry about having not enough room for your daughter." He smiles, already backing away from them slowly, "I'm not forcing you to bring her right here immediately, all I'm saying is that the two of you should think about it."

And that was the last thing he said before walking away. Evie turns to her fiancé, opening her palm to see the key, she grumbles, "Stupid Ben and his stupid speech." She mumbles as they both walk back to their starter castle. While they both had valid reasons to not bring Natalie here in Auradon, Ben had hit them with more valid reasons to why she should be in Auradon.

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