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ADALINE DON'T QUITE UNDERSTAND why her brother has been continuously staring out of the window beside him. Although they grew up with each other long enough for her to predict his train of thoughts, this particular longing look on his face made no sense to her.

She, too, is staring with concentration at her brother; trying to read his expression while the book on her lap lays open, waiting to be read instead. There she sits on Ben's bed, she watches as the royal tailor sternly moves his head, interrupting his staring, to measure it. The entire process of his measurement annoyed both the tailor and her, with the way they had to extended the time due to their future king being distracted.

"How is it possible that you're going to be crowned king next month?"

their father's, King Adam of Auradon, sudden vibrant voice in the once quiet room brings a shock to his children, though they didn't jump. they're too noble for that. "You're just a baby!" he continued, having his children's attention.

Their mother, Queen Belle of Auradon, half-heartedly taps Adam's intertwined arm around hers at his attempt at a joke. "He's turning sixteen, dear." she replied gently in exasperation, before she untwined their arms to busy herself with her son's thrown clothes on his foosball.

Adaline tones out her family's, especially her father's, conversation to finally focus on reading her book while knowing well whatever her father is about to say will land him on the couch tonight. She only paused her reading when Ben suddenly mentioned his first official proclamation. she gets the idea that it's what was bothering him all day.

With everyone's attention on him, Ben feels slightly anxious to reveal whatever that has been running through his head since the day he had decided on his first official proclamation, though he didn't show it and remained composed. "I've decided that the children on the isle of the lost will be given a chance.." he paused a bit, causing everyone in the room to fear the worst at his hesitant to say the rest of his proclamation.

"To live here in Auradon."

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BLACK HOLLOW EYES PEERED down the rooftop its owner stood at, watching the infamous group of friends dancing alongside a bunch of nobodies with an unimpressed sneer on his face. Enough with the free show, Jaime turned around to lean his back on the parapet so he wouldn't feel the second-hand embarrassment any further. He wonders how they could do this every time without feeling a sense of shame. What kind of villain sings?

If he isn't in such a bad mood, he would've been down there; mocking them. As well as his morning could've been better if it wasn't for the abrupt feeling of heaviness in the pit of his stomach the second he got up from bed, and it was totally not because today is his duty to steal for the groceries in the upcoming week. Even after the clock neared evening, the feeling has yet subside. He had another feeling that he might not like whatever that'll come for the rest of the day.

Oh, how he wishes he could be in bed at this time instead of exposing himself to the infuriated beaming sunlight. Maybe that's why he's been feeling restless all day.

Jaime began to have enough of the musical behind him and decided that it's time to return home. He goes to wipe his hands with a still soaked white shirt to spite a child who's in the middle of hanging the rest of her laundry. He takes his groceries that he had ignored the existence of, from the ground and climbs down a nearby ladder while bearing the weight of the groceries on his shoulders. He had done that plenty of times to carry out this effortlessly. 

When he arrives outside of Jolly Roger, he usually would cheerfully greet his stoic neighbor to irk her, knowing well she didn't like him. It would always end up with her throwing another set of dagger, aiming for his head, and failing to harm him. Either her aim needs improvement or his defenses are out of the world. It obviously is not because she has a soft spot for him and wouldn't want him to die so soon. However right now, not even a shadow of her can be found outside of Shan-Yu's residence. She is no doubt with his brother and the rest of their squad, not that he cares really. 

After stepping inside the ship, he tosses the groceries to an unsuspected crew member and lets them deal with it instead, so he could finally rest.

"Hey, "

A crew member stops him on his tracks with a harsh nudge to his chest, just when he had neared his bedchamber. He feels himself tense at the treatment, though it may not be a big deal to others but he really detest being touched in any way, shape or form. This includes.

He leans his head down and stares blankly at the hand that had pushed him, his disheveled hair drops to his cheeks as he does so, making it difficult for others to take a glimpse of his expression. 

"Don't you think this hand— look better with as a hook instead? i can change that for you."

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notes ▬ it's here! excuse my grammar, poor usage of present tense and punctuation marks. i was in rush and am definitely not fluent in english.

update !!  do you know the feeling when you look at your pretty picture and stare at them until it gets ugly. that's what is going on rn.