She thought about it every night and day. What was this? Is this how addiction felt? Such a rush! To want to hurl inside a love? To get that high like doves, She was addicted, she couldn't get enough. And it was heightening.
When Elena invited the Jaquins over to Avalor. King Verago didn't know what to say. Other than yes. So here he was, taking in Avalor..
..again.
This place changes in so many years. The progress such a little forest made to an empire was impressive. They had millennials to make this place and they did not fail. Somehow, pride settled in his chest. The trees. The flowers and the little natural things. Avalor was his baby and had been a place he forgot about for fifty years.
Now he realized how much he had decided to abandon. He realized how selfish it was. He knew why he even left Avalor behind in the dust.
The dust.. all he leaves behind…
GIGGLE!
His head flashed to where he heard a sound. It was chaotic and mischievous. Youthful and barely lonely. He could have sworn he saw a flash of green. It was so beautiful. Like all those millions ago. He was now scared, his heart pounding as he noticed a green vine wrap itself to the window. It wanted to catch his attention.
It was alluring. Hurting, he shook his head, trying to fight whatever possible drug he may have taken. Only for this drug to go away once he came back to his senses. He should have never mentioned Avalor.