Gil made his way back to his cabin. After his encounter with Carlos, he took a detour to clear his head to remind himself of the current predicament he was in. This entire situation was slowing falling out of control and Gil needed to reel it back in before it was too late.

He didn't bother knocking and shook the girl asleep on his bed. Evie swatted at him, before bolting upright and catching his arm. Her eyes were razor focused on him, and she clearly wasn't sure what was going on.

"Gillian? What are you doing?" she asked sharply.

"Waking you up. Carlos has already noticed you are missing, so it is only a matter of time before Mal does as well," Gil said. He watched as she struggled to place her surroundings.

"Did I sleep on the ship?"

"Yes, you did," Gil replied. "I kicked Harry out and we let you sleep. I let you sleep in, now you have to get up."

Evie was surprised she slept as well as she had on the ship. She realized she had never slept well in Auradon. She was still wary of Mal, and probably would never get the rest she needed while she was praying her neck wouldn't be slit in the middle of the night.

"What time is it?" Evie asked. Gil checked his watch, one Evie had never seen before and was wondering where he had gotten it from.

"Eleven fifteen in the morning," he stated. "I think we have a solution. I talked with my cousins and our allies this morning. We have a loose plan to get you out of Auradon."

"I don't want your charity, Gillian," she bit out.

"I am not giving you charity, Evelyn. I told them that outright," he snapped, and stared at her in the eyes. "You are going to have to stay a bit longer, and you are going to need to make some money, but I think we've figured out a plan for you to get it."

"Really? Do tell, Gillian." He took a seat on his bed next to her.

"Design and make as many custom gowns as you can for the Coronation. Let the princesses and noble girls fight over who has enough money and let them out bid each other for the first fifteen to twenty dresses. You'll get enough money to live comfortably with Ritchie and Evangeline for a few months once you arrive in Arendelle. Princess Rapunzel will help you get to Arendelle after you land in Corona."

"You are sneaking me out of the country?"

Gil nodded. "I would give you the money you need, but I know you don't want charity from anybody. I also promise Maverick medical school. You have the skills and talent for potions and fashion that you could make a living on. Not just survive but thrive with those skills."

"What do you expect me to do with them?"

"Start a business, and if that isn't what you want, I know Aunt Anna would take you on as the royal potions master. You don't need to finish your education to earn enough money to get you the castle or mansion you always have dreamed of."

Evie looked like she was glowing. "Are you serious? I never thought I would do anything like that. I think you are thinking I am capable of more than I am."

"No, I'm not," Gil growled. "Take cash only. You don't want a bank account here in Auradon. I have already arranged for you to be granted citizenship in Arendelle. My aunt is sending passports for you, Evangeline and Maverick. You'll fly out in three weeks. Do you think you can design and make fifteen gowns by then?"

Evie grinned an evil grin Gil hadn't seen since she left the Isle. Gil knew she could do it, and possibly more in that time.

"Sleep is overrated anyways. I've had enough of that over the last few months, Gillian. If I am going to go through this again, I better get used to it now." She got up and straightened her skirt down, and ran a hand through her hair.

"You know nothing is ever going to be easy. I'm not going to tell you that you won't have to work a day in your life," Gillian said.

"I never expected you to. Hell, you are planning for war, and will become a king not long after that! Royalty isn't what we thought it would be growing up, is it?"

"Nope, it isn't Princess Evelyn," he replied and bowed to her. He made a note to himself to make official and on her identification papers. Evie was his sister, and it made her a royal. It was a dream of hers, and he would make it true.

"Thank you for everything you have done for me, Prince Gillian," she curtsied.

"It is always my pleasure."

"I'm going to head back up to the school, now. I hopefully can retain some dignity returning from a night on a pirate ship, especially in my Isle cloak and ratty pajamas."

Gil laughed. "I believe you can, m'lady. It would be my honor to have Hadrian Hook escort you back to your room, safely."

Evie gave a mock blush. "Why, Prince Gillian, such a bold move. Such a respectful, yet bold move. Should my fiancé be concerned?"

"My dear Princess, I would never steal another man's bride," Gil said in his royal imitation tone. They both looked at each other and broke into hysterics. "Let's go fine Harry before he thinks I'm leaving him for you."

"Jealous pirate?"

"Extremely. He knows I'll never leave him. Harry also understands he will become Prince Consort one day."

"How long have you two been engaged?" Evie teased.

"We aren't engaged, Evelyn!" Gil groaned. The girl giggled at her best friend's embarrassment. If she knew anything about Gillian, she knew they would be engaged before he stepped foot in Arendelle, or not long after they arrived.

Mal had been pacing the room for the last half hour. Evie wasn't there, and she hadn't been there in hours. Mal had woken up at three in the morning, and Evie had been absent from her bed. Mal had shrugged it off at the time. The Isle mainly operated at night, and Evie very well may have gone for a walk to clear her head, but her friend never came back. It was now almost lunch time, and she hadn't returned yet.

Evie had been acting strange since they had returned from the Isle. She would be silent and stare out the window for hours at the time when she was supposed to be working on homework. Mal would try to get her attention, and Evie would at times snap at her angrily, and other times she would have the love struck look in her eyes. Mal had assumed for the longest time Evie was head over heels for Doug, but after they returned to Auradon, she barely even talked to the dwarf.

Clearly Evie needed to talk to someone, and Mal wondered why she wasn't talking to her. They really never were extremely close, but there wasn't anyone else in Auradon Mal could picture Evie going to talk to. Mal wasn't even sure if they were friends, just roommates and acquaintances. Mal wanted to know if Evie was even loyal to the mission anymore. She would be having to take matters into her own hands if Evie had betrayed the mission and their parents. It wouldn't be an acceptable move, and Mal had no qualms against threatening Evie back into submission.

The entire thing was confusing. Mal wanted to be safe, and make her mother proud. She loved Ben, but she couldn't risk her mother killing him. They had to get the wand, and then all of this would fly under the radar. Maybe Mal needed to rethink her decisions in life.

But no, this wasn't about her, this was Evie and Evie's actions towards the mission and her. Evie needed to be focused on the mission, and Mal couldn't afford to lose Evie's skills. The boys couldn't lose her friendship, either. They needed to succeed. Mal wouldn't fail, she couldn't fail.

"Thank you very much for escorting me back, Harry," Evie's muffled voice came through the door. Harry? Why would Hook be walking Evie back to their room?

"It was no trouble, lass," Harry responded. "Gil would have me head if I let a lady such as yourself get hurt on her way home."

Evie's giggle made it through the door. "I am no lady."

"No, you are a Princess, and Gil and I will always treat you as such."

"Well, you were a gentleman for doing this, Harry. Thank Gillian for me, again," Evie said.

"He'll be glad to hear." Evie walked through the door not seconds afterwards.

Gil and Harry? Pirates? Since when had Evie even talked to them in her life? Maybe Mal was mission something, but she really didn't know what.

"So, Evie, why was Hook escorting you back to our room?" Mal seethed. Evie just brushed past her and got out a sketch book and began drawing.

"I went to visit Dizzy. She's a crew member on their ship. Harry was heading back so he decided to walk me back." Evie was furiously making lines in her book with a pencil.

"In the middle of the night?" Evie was still in her pajamas and her cloak she wore at night on the Isle.

"I went to look at the stars. They are so beautiful, and I couldn't sleep." All of those facts might be true, but Mal couldn't prove her one way or another. "Mal, I going to make fifteen coronation dresses, do you think you can help me raffle the slots I have open to the highest bidder?"

Mal blinked at Evie. What?

"Why?"

"I would like to pay for college or have money to start a career when we get out of school next year," Evie chirped. "The richest kids in the world are all here, and would pay hundreds for me to make a dress for them. So, why not?"

"Sure. Will this interfere with our mission?"

"It will help our mission, Mal. These kids will be willing to trust us more if we act like we are good people. I have a trade, and I will use it to my advantage. Are you in?"

"Fine. But I am not thrilled with this."

"I wouldn't expect you to be." Mal didn't even notice the smirk that had spread across Evie's face. Oh, how the times would be changing quickly.