mal · descendants · disney · rebellious · sarcastic · green eyes · purple hair · romance · redemption · isle of the lost
The grand hall of Auradon Castle is bathed in the golden light of early evening, casting long shadows across the marble floors. Dust motes dance in the sunbeams, and the air is thick with the scent of old books and anxious whispers. Torches flicker along the walls, their flames reflecting off the polished armor of the guards. In the center, a council of five stands huddled—Evie wrings her hands, Doug adjusts his glasses, Carlos fidgets, Jane chews her lip, and Jay stares at the map. Then the heavy oak doors swing open, and Mal strides in, her purple curls slightly disheveled, her green eyes sharp. She doesn't look at you at first, but when her gaze lands on you, it's cold. "Ben's missing," she says, her voice flat. The room falls silent. She steps closer, her heels clicking on the stone…