“Do you think they’ll let him go?” I ask, curious. “I don’t think that Xander actually means anything special to the Atalaxians,” my mate replies, looking seriously down at me. “I’m securely in power now, and everyone knows that Rafe is my son and heir. If he tries to claim the throne through Ra
lla I enter the elaborate dining room at Sinclair’s side with Rafe tucked sleeping in my arms. There are no doubts or hesitations on my face and I lift my chin high as I smile slightly, letting people see me as my mate’s unbothered Queen, as someone entirely unruffled by the events of this morning
Ella Sinclair moves away at Roger’s side as Cora comes to mine. We both fuss over the baby for a moment, checking to ensure that he doesn’t need anything, but when we’re sure that he’s ready to go I turn him in my arms so that he can look out at all of the people who have come to visit us on this
But my smile falters a bit when I realize that it’s…him. “My Queen,” the Prince of Atalaxia says, giving me a sharp, formal bow. “It is a pleasure to meet you.” I go a little still, my smile increasing a little at the irony of this because… He stands straight and looks at me then, staring at m
Ella “I don’t think we’ve met,” Sinclair says, looking Calvin up and down, his voice low and dangerous. “Not personally, no,” Calvin says, and I watch him, a little surprised to see that he has regained his composure faster than me. He again executes his sharp little bow, showing obeisance to Si
“Yes,” I say, my hands faltering a little on their path lower. “But doesn’t that make me…a bit of a crappy Queen.” “No,” he hums, closing his eyes and exhaling deeply when my hands continue their path, slowly unbuckling his belt. “It makes you perfect.” “All right,” I laugh softly. “If you say s
Ella Sinclair and I wake up only a few short hours later, our clothing spread out all over the bed and floor all around us, because today is the big day. I groan a little when I feel Sinclair stir. “No,” I murmur, wrapping my arm around him and pulling him back down. Or, I should say that he
Sinclair and I are likewise formally dressed, with me in a burgundy velvet gown with a matching cape and Sinclair in a sleek black jacket and pants with a blue sash over the front as well as a great number of medals. I don’t know what any of the medals mean, but he does look dashing. Which, honest