"..."
Briar hesitated before sitting down
". . . Sixteen years ago . . . The kingdom was celebrati g your birth. When Maleficent arrived. She cursed you so that on your 16th birthday . . You would pick your finger on a wheel . . ." (Forgot the name of the wheel)
"...."
He looked at his aunts, wide eyed
" Is everything OK Briar?"
"T-Then I'm.....the lost prince......."
"Yes . . . But you can't return to your kingdom. We don't know if the curse is real or not.. so we will wait until you are seventeen.
"B-But wouldn't we know now!? I-I'm 16 and nothing has happened-"
Fae finally said something. "True . . . Maybe it doesn't work . . You can go out by yourself now . . Just come back home.
His eyes widened and he smiled brightly
"R-Really!? Oh, thank you!"
They all smiled. "It's about time you had your freedom." You all hear a knock on the door. It was Phillip. "Hey Beautiful. You left me."
