Sixteen

As Brielle headed through the castle doors, she was met with a familiar mischievous face heading towards her. She was desperately hoping she wouldn’t run into the third triplet just yet, the previous two had left her feeling exhausted. It felt as though she was swirling through a tunnel of mind games, one’s she didn’t agree to play.

Arlen’s smile shined bright as his eyes landed on Brielle, he had been hoping to bump into her again before the challenges began.

“Well if it isn’t the famous troublemaker herself.” Arlen teased as he joined her side. Brielle chuckled as she rolled her eyes at the prince.

“I haven’t a clue what you’re talking about.” Brielle played dumb as she slightly shrugged her shoulders. “We both know you’re the trouble here, Mr Crown Prince.”

Arlen let out a loud laugh, before a cheeky grin grew on his lips. Now that Brielle looked at him closely, she could see the resemblance between Arlen and the King. He was practically King Nathaniel’s twin. She had a