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.

on the way in, she could sense

colder, her steps

landed on Isaac. Could Isaac's

Max had a child; how could he not have had

a

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

give in to Lillian, understand? You're

don't mess with that; it's a gift for Lillian.

exchange student? Sure, but if you're not coming back for over a year, let's give your room to Lillian. Her clothes are piling up, and don't worry, we'll restore it to how it was

felt warmth spread from her hand; someone

see King

""Not feeling well?"

didn't sleep

inside, Brielle didn't wait for the movers to bring in the stuff

how she knew where the master bedroom

hearing the noise of moving outside, and rubbed her temples. Taking advantage of the solitude, she

it was filled with women's clothes,

sweat

walked in, familiar

Max's memories,

felt

it with

body

.