The Queen and Her King

To the Isle

Brielle POV

Dear journal,

Well, here I was thinking things couldn't get more complicated. I mean I knew Mal was stressed out and I knew Ben overreacted but enough to do this? Go back to where Mal once ran from? Maybe she was more stressed than even I thought. I'm really worried about Harry, I mean I'm worried about all of the VKs going back to the Isle but I'm really worried about him. Maybe it's just because I care about him most, but I don't know. As for Ben, I know he's just being blinded by love and as much as don't want him to go to the Isle at all if Harry ran away to the Isle under the same circumstances I would run after him too.

I just hope the VKs have a bit of a plan, I trust Harry's thinking but the others I question sometimes. Not to mention Harry can get overbearing at times, I doubt any of the other VKs could bring him back if he got carried away with something.

Oh, and I had that lovely dream again, kinda fitting that Harry was there this time while I took my nap today. I'm pretty sure he brushed through my hair the whole time (what a gem of a boyfriend right?), I would've been surprised if I didn't have that dream again. My goodness, it's just such a lovely vision of sorts, I mean I doubt Harry will ever do that, to be honest. He just doesn't strike me as the one to want that, not the one to get into that super fluffy stuff, but a girl can dream.

Anyway, I gotta go down to the garage now and say my farewells to Harry and Ben and the other VKs before they head to the Isle.

Oh just don't let anything catastrophic come from this.

I put my pen into my journal and shut it, keeping my place marked. I haven't been this nervous about something I'm not even really involved with I think ever. I just have to prepare myself in case I need to get involved, then because I'm sure the VKs got it under control when everyone comes back unscathed I'll feel way better. As long as everyone comes home unscathed that is.

I went ahead and took my glasses back off and nicely folded them onto my desk before standing up and beginning my march down to where the limos were all parked where I would be meeting up with everyone before they left. Chad tried to stop me as he does when I'm alone but I haven't let him at all recently, I don't even acknowledge his existence. Ever since Audrey went to what she called her R&R aka spa treatment getaway thingy Chad's been right back all over me just like before Audrey and he were dating. Even though he's obsessed with Audrey, shady isn't it?

Anyway, I kept my breathing steady as I went down to the limos, nervously fiddling with my necklace as I did so. I love this thing, this necklace is kinda like a reassuring thing to me. Whenever I feel panicked or stressed out I end up fiddling with it, the fact that Harry gave it to me, and the fact that it was his mother's after all has always made me feel so special. That's why I've never taken it off, I just wish Harry had something of mine too. 

I subconsciously reached down and fiddled with my other piece of jewelry I had worn today and wore most days, a simplistic little gold bracelet with some royal blue crystals of sorts on it. I remember it was the first thing I bought with my own money when I was a kid, I remember being so proud of myself for using my own money for something. Earned it by doing some chores, by the way, even we royal kids can get chores sometimes. This bracelet for me represents being proud to me, a reassuring thought as well. I had an idea right there, I looked down at my wrist at the little bracelet and smiled at my little idea, quickening my pace to the garage.

Once I got there pretty much everyone else going was there too, my brother... oh gods he looked so out of place I could barely contain my laughter. He was really wearing a royal blue and yellow do up, literally Ben translated into Isle wear because he wears Auradon pride all of the time. I spotted quite literally my pirate as well, he hasn't worn all of his Isle clothes at once since the first day and I won't lie it was a bit of a blast from the past for a second, one that got me flustered for a minute. He had whipped out the full show, the red jacket that used to be his dad's, the rings, the smudged eyeliner, the messy hair, the hat, the whole get-up that caught my eye the minute he came out of that limo. Carlos saw me first and nudged Harry with his elbow,