Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

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.

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Brielle, with no immediate excuse to decline and a curiosity to explore, agreed.

But she had overlooked one detail.

Arthur's face was a staple on national media, making his presence an instant sensation. As they walked, the crowd buzzed, everyone eager to get close.

Arthur attempted to shield Brielle, but she quickly created distance between them.

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

Regret started to set in for Brielle as both staff and students began snapping photos, causing a frenzy online.

Meanwhile, the King was in

discussions with Saudi officials about 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 had taken his place, the mask ensuring anonymity.

Only the core members of the Saudi circle had seen the King's true face, his loyalists, ensuring his secrets were safe.

As pleas for his attendance at the

Eid al-Adha festival reached him, the King remained noncommittal, his attention divided by the unfolding situation with Brielle, who was on the cusp of remembering their past.

Checking his phone, the King found photos of Brielle with Arthur, a sight that ignited his fury.

The Saudi officials, sensing his mood turn, fell silent.

Deciding to delay his return, the King focused on the immediate crisis.

Brielle, meanwhile, found herself eager to escape Arthur's

overwhelming hospitality when the King called, offering her the perfect excuse.

"Sorry, my family needs me. I have to go," she said, relieved.

But as she spoke, armed individuals suddenly stormed in, targeting Arthur and Brielle.

In a split-second decision, Arthur threw himself in front of Brielle, taking a bullet meant for her in a heroic, public sacrifice.