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.

Palace was different; even on the

colder, her

landed on Isaac. Could Isaac's mother have

a child; how could he

had a mistress hidden away

initial excitement vanished, replaced by memories of what the Haywood family had said before she left for

need to give

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

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

warmth spread from her hand; someone had taken

King looking at

""Not feeling well?"

just didn't sleep

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

even notice how she

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

women's clothes, and they were styles

a cold sweat breaking out

walked in,

Max's memories,

felt

with

body

.