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
Ella We move immediately to the grand hall of the palace, where we met our delegates a few nights ago. Sinclair and I wait quietly in a little room off the side of the entrance for everyone from the first room to move to their chairs in the second, where there are already thousands of people wait
Cora and I burst out laughing at this clear joke, but Sinclair just glares at his brother and shoves him on his shoulder. “Don’t even think about it, Rog,” he growls. “You don’t want the work.” “Truth, brother,” Roger says, clapping Sinclair cheerfully on the shoulder. “Your life is safe with me.”