Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1203

The air grew cold as the woman's demeanor shifted, her words slicing through Brielle's confusion like a knife. "Looks like becoming a little princess made you forget a lot. I thought you were head over heels for your boyfriend." Brielle struggled to make sense of it all, but the woman continued with a scoff. "Well, now that you're royalty, he's hardly in your league anymore."

Brielle stood there, ready to reply, when she saw a man approaching from a distance-Prince Arthur.

Dressed in a sharp black suit, Prince Arthur finally noticed Brielle. The bespectacled woman, clearly familiar with the prince, quickly made her exit but left a parting remark. "I took a picture of you two once. If you want it, it's in the classroom where we used to watch movies."

The school they were at was renowned for producing presidents, scientists, and royalty.

With that, she was gone.

Prince Arthur, now beside Brielle, offered a smile and an outstretched hand. Despite Brielle's reservations, something about him felt oddly direct.

"Ms. Brielle, care to join me for a stroll? The cafeteria's got a great selection of Australian cuisine. I'm friends with your brother, Dustin Lynch, after all," he said, dropping Dustin's name and hinting at the connections between their families.

After exchanging a few words, Brielle was ready to head into the school.

to decline and

had overlooked

a staple on national media, making his presence an instant sensation.

attempted to shield Brielle, but she

flurry of cameras, Arthur maintained his princely grace, greeting the crowd before catching up with

Brielle as both staff and students began

King

the country's plans, expected to return for a national festival where he was revered almost as a deity. Traditionally, this celebration demanded his presence, a spectacle of dinner and grandeur to which he'd once worn a mask to disguise his boredom. Since then, Myles

Saudi circle had seen the King's true face,

pleas for his attendance at

festival reached him, the King remained noncommittal, his attention divided by the unfolding situation with Brielle, who was on

QUMS

found photos of Brielle

officials, sensing his mood turn, fell