Ella “What?” Cora asks, laughing a little as if it’s a ridiculous notion. “What on earth could I have to pick and choose from?” “Let’s back up a little,” Roger says, tugging her into the room and gesturing towards one of the chairs around the table. As she settles herself into a seat Sinclair pu
“We could,” Sinclair replies, looking seriously down at me. “If I was King. Which, currently, I am not.” I blink up at him for a second, confused, and then put all of the pieces together. “Ohhhh,” I say, my eyes going wide. Because while all of the other claims to the throne within our country hav
Ella I watch Cora struggle with her choice, biting her lip and trying to figure out how she feels. My heart goes out to her now, because I know that she thinks it is an impossible ask to tell us that she wants to put a coronation on hold so that she can visit a temple. But suddenly, quite sudde
Cora sits up straight at the idea. “You should have started with that,” she says, her eyebrows going up almost to her hairline. “I was sold at ‘real bed.’ Let’s do it.” And then a little smile creeps onto her face. I let out a little cry of joy, throwing up the hand that’s not holding my baby to m
I gasp a few hours later when I see the gigantic RV that rolls up out front of the clinic. “Seriously?” Hanks says, crossing his arms over his chest and staring at it, somewhere between impressed and revolted by the extravagance. “The gas mileage on that thing must be horrible –“ “Ohhh,” I say,
“No, I need it,” I whine, pouting at him. “Ella,” Cora says, unable to keep the mischief out of her eyes even though she pretends she’s serious. “I’m pregnant. I need my rest.” I sigh then, glaring at her for playing the pregnancy card. “Fine,” I growl, making them all laugh as I huff my way b
Ella It takes me just a little over an hour to realize that…I hate road trips. “Oh my god,” I murmur to Cora as the vibrations of the gigantic RV continue to shake through us, making poor Rafe grumble uncomfortably. “Is it night yet? Can we stop?” “You’re being a baby, Ella,” my sister replies
“Huh,” I say, considering what she’s saying. And I guess…well, I guess I think she’s right. That this was perhaps always the life I wanted, even if I want to pretend sometimes that I wanted a simple life. “And also,” she adds, her voice dropping lower. “I’m actually…I’m not sure if Roger isn’t my