Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Isaac was completely unaware of how tightly he was holding Brielle's hand.

Brielle glanced down, her heart melting at his sweet and obedient demeanor, and scooped him up into her arms.

"It's probably Noir getting ready to have her babies. Don't worry, Isaac, everything's going to be alright."

A tear welled up in Isaac's eyes as he nodded, resting his head on her shoulder.

King, watching this tender moment from a short distance away, felt a profound sense of contentment.

He smiled, urged the vet to hurry up, and then strode forward to plant a kiss on Brielle's cheek.

The vet arrived in less than twenty minutes and, after a thorough check-up, confirmed, "She's definitely expecting. Let's get her inside for now." Isaac's previously downcast face instantly lit up as he grabbed Brielle's hand.

"Brielle, you're amazing!"

Brielle cupped his cheeks, planting a kiss on each side.

"Yes, yes. Let's clear a room for Noir. That'll be her nursery."

Nodding eagerly, they both grabbed brooms and rushed into a sunlit room in the Premier Palace's garden, perfect for a nursery.

King deliberately didn't call for the servants' help, knowing this was a rare bonding moment for Brielle and Isaac, a chance to strengthen their relationship. And indeed, it was.

Isaac, with his little legs, vigorously swept the floor after Brielle, buzzing with excitement at the thought of little Noirs on the way.

The spacious room, already quite clean, now looked even brighter.

Brielle led Isaac to a faucet to wash his hands. After drying them, Isaac approached Noir and called out to her gently.

The discomfort Noir had experienced was likely just a kick from her unborn baby, not yet the time for labor.

With the pain now subsided, Noir followed her young master into the room.

Isaac's eyes sparkled as he watched Brielle spread a soft cushion for Noir, recalling how Noir always slept beside him on a similar soft bed.

Isaac hadn't thought of this detail, but seeing Brielle making the bed warmed his heart.

"Brielle, you're so kind."

Hearing this, Brielle paused, her eyes welling up with emotion.

To Isaac, this simple act of kindness meant the world.

Once the bed was ready, Noir settled down on it, her ears drooping in comfort.

Brielle gently stroked Noir's head.

"So, she wasn't just getting chubby; she's pregnant. Probably from that leopard we encountered during our escape to the mountains." Isaac nodded and gently rubbed Noir's ears.

"Hope it's soon," he whispered, eager to see the little Noirs and spare Noir the discomfort of prolonged labor.

Brielle watched him, thinking how Noir's pregnancy was a blessing in disguise, giving her more reasons to spend time with Isaac.

Isaac, who had once been so lonely

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in the castle with only Noir for company, now had Brielle's daily companionship, and his smiles were endless.

Every stir from Noir sent Isaac running to Brielle, asking, "Brielle, is it happening?"

Brielle would rush with him to check, but it was usually just Noir stretching her legs.

"Don't worry, Isaac. We've got cameras in here. If Noir starts having her babies, we'll know right away."

Isaac finally nodded, still clinging to her clothes.

They both eagerly awaited Noir's delivery, a whole week of anticipation.

King had been on his medication for the same duration.

Every time he reached for the

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slightly Yet, hearing Brielle and

Isaac's laughter outside always softened his gaze.

He reminded himself not to be too greedy; this happiness was more than enough.