there's no good in goodbye (but neither there is in staying) || Descendants

When Carlos was first told he would be leaving the Isle of the Lost, all he could feel was relief. He would be leaving that shit hole, the place he had called home for the past fourteen years. It had been his impossible dream since forever.

And so when he had the chance, he ran before his mother could take it away.

But things never come for free, and this time the price of freedom - even temporarily - is to steal Fairy Godmother's wand.

And apparently, seduce a prince.