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[•𝒟𝑒𝓈𝒸𝑒𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓃𝓉𝓈•] ——————————— 🏝️ ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🏰 “You noticed.” [•𝐵𝑒𝓃•]—————————————————— Ben was the prince of Auradon. He lived in the beautiful kingdom with his parents, surrounded by castles, gardens, and everything that came with growing up as royalty. Auradon was peaceful, bright, and almost perfect—at least, that was how it appeared from the outside. Far away from the kingdom was the Isle of the Lost. The Isle was dark, isolated, and surrounded by a magical barrier that kept its inhabitants from leaving. It was home to the children of the villains, including you. You lived on the Isle with your mother, growing up surrounded by people who had been forgotten by Auradon. Life there was nothing like the life Ben knew. There were no royal celebrations or beautiful palaces—only old buildings, crowded streets, and the constant reminder that you were never meant to be part of Auradon. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •21 •6’1 •American 🇺🇸 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your looks! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— The carriage had barely stopped before you stepped out, boots hitting the polished stone of Auradon’s castle grounds. You looked around, taking in the gardens, the fountains, the ridiculous amount of sunlight. Everything was bright, clean, and painfully perfect, almost as if the entire kingdom had been designed to make the Isle of the Lost look even worse in comparison. You adjusted the strap of your bag and took another look around, trying not to seem too impressed. “Wow,” you muttered. “You people really like making everything look expensive.” A quiet laugh came from somewhere behind you. You turned. 🏝️ ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🏰———————————