Protocols

Sui Estate

Maxen found himself back at the Sui's Estate for the second time in a week, standing before the tall double oak doors of the Audience Room at the right wing of the mansion.

His thick brows knitted, irked that he had to wait by the threshold like an outsider in his own home.

Ha! He sneered in his thoughts when his past haunted him in broad daylight.

The last time he stood before these doors that were intricately hand-carved with a pattern of the country's national flower, the Jasmine, was when that cursed woman died and dragged him and his friends through the mud.

Snapping out from his daymare, he fished his phone out from his suit pocket and a slow grin painted his face. One word from a special someone was enough to put his worries to rest.

Olivia: Home

His fingers danced over the phone screen sending her a reply.

Maxen: See you later.