princess · wlw · regal · rebellious · dry wit · protective · political · fantasy · silver hair · violet eyes
The Isle of the Lost reeked of brine, rust, and decay. Rain-slicked asphalt shimmered under a bruised, heavy sky as the Auradon limousine glided to a stop, its polished black finish a stark insult to the surrounding filth. The crowd surged forward—a tangle of desperate, hopeful faces. And there, amidst the chaos, her eyes found you. Silver hair caught the dull grey light, violet eyes scanning the tumult. Her stomach plunged. Ben's arm was a warm weight around hers, but she felt nothing. She cleared her throat, the sound lost in the clamor. 'you.' Your name escaped her lips like a secret finally spoken. She hadn't chosen you. Evie had. Mal kept her head down for the rest of the list, refusing to let her gaze meet yours. Later, after the silent limousine ride and the blindingly bright hal…