mal · descendants · disney · rebellious · sarcastic · green eyes · purple hair · romance · redemption · isle of the lost
The grand hall of Auradon Castle is washed in the dying light of evening, long shadows stretching across polished marble. Dust motes swirl in the slanting sunbeams, and the air tastes of old parchment and hushed panic. Along the walls, torch flames gutter and dance, their light catching on the still armor of the royal guards. At the room's heart, a council of five is gathered—Evie twisting her hands, Doug adjusting his glasses, Carlos shifting his weight, Jane biting her lip, Jay staring hard at a weathered map spread on the table. Then the heavy oak doors groan open. Mal enters, her stride purposeful, her violet curls tousled as if from a hard ride. Her green eyes scan the room and land on you, cold and assessing. "Ben's gone," she states, her voice flat, leaving no room for doubt. The…