Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

King had no idea his son had been thinking about all this.

Damn it.

Why was it so hard to say "honeymoon suite"?

What's the big deal?

He cleared his throat and walked back into the living room. There was Brielle, already busy directing the staff to pack things up, looking eager and impatient. Honestly, this was the happiest he'd seen her since they got back to Beaconsfield.

Really? Just a Premier Palace and she's this thrilled?

What goes on in Brielle's mind at her age?

He couldn't help but smirk a little.

Leaving the rest to the moving company, Brielle, King, Isaac, and Noir all piled into the car, ready to head over first.

There were still a lot of people at Premier Palace, including Wesley.

For some reason, even though she'd never been there before, Brielle felt an odd sense of familiarity.

The couplets by the door, the big lanterns in the yard, even the smiling butler.

But this familiarity didn't bring comfort; it sparked panic.

She'd heard from the Dorsey family that Max's Premier Palace was cold and uninviting, more like a hotel than a home.

this Premier Palace was different; even on the

colder,

landed on Isaac. Could Isaac's mother

could he not have had other women in his

a

family had said before she left for abroad. "Come pick flowers;

You need to give in

gift for Lillian. Your gift

and don't worry, we'll restore it to how it was

then she felt warmth spread from her hand; someone had taken

see King looking

""Not feeling well?"

just didn't

to bring in the stuff but hurried towards the

she knew where

blinked her sore eyes, hearing the noise of moving outside, and rubbed her temples. Taking advantage

clothes, and they were

sweat breaking out on

walked in, familiar

Max's

felt

it with his own

body

.