Ella There are tears in my eyes as I come out of the memory, the heady drug still swirling through my senses. I forget that I’m not alone in the room, trying to wrap my brain around the conversation I just recalled. My mind feels as though it might splinter with the weight of so many astounding r
“Can I have a blanket?” I ask after a while, my words soft and slurred. “And maybe a cupcake? A warm, heavy weight settles over my shoulders, and I burrow into the coverlet, “You can have as many cupcakes as you want when you wake up, angel.” Henry promises, even though I can hear Sinclair complain
Ella I’m staring at Sinclair in utter shock, wishing I could unhear the words that just came out of his mouth. “You’re saying that my father is King Xavier?” I gape, all the joy from the last hour slipping away. “The King who died without an heir and led to your father’s campaign against Damon’s?
“Don’t turn this into something it’s not,” Cora warned as he handed her the glass. “I’ve just had a really long day and I just need to decompress a bit.” “Do you want to talk about it?” Roger inquired, certain she would turn down the offer. But she surprised him again, “I think I might be a terrib
Ella If I thought the world was going to look different waking up as a princess, I was wrong. Everything is the same, even though I feel like an entirely different person than I was yesterday. I suppose I should be getting used to having my entire identity and sense of self turned upside down and i
“But then, won’t they just be obeying me because of who I am?” I inquire hesitantly. “Maybe at first.” He confirms. “But in time they’ll get used to it, and when you go home the people there will see how your inner circle treat you and they’ll take the cue.” “Okay.” I breathe, placing an appreciat
Ella After shopping with Cora and napping away the afternoon with the pups in the nursery, I find my way to Henry’s rooms. The guards told me he just returned from the refugee camp, but when he opens the door for me he’s all smiles. I give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek, and he welcomes me in. “
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Henry promises, swiping his fingers over his lips and throwing away the key. “So what did you want to talk to me about?” “Oh.” I say, my face falling. I’m half tempted to brush it aside and save this conversation for another day. We’ve ended on such a lovely note, and I’m