“Please,” the shadow says, his voice awkward and apologetic. I’m still rigid with fear when Conner storms out onto the balcony, his hand smacking the shadow-person in the chest, slamming him against the wall. “Who the hell are you!?” Conner demands. “Please!” the shadow says again, “I’m so sorry
A smile comes to Calvin’s face. “Your son is a very handsome boy,” he says, smiling at Rafe. “I’m sure he’ll grow to be a strong King, like his father.” “Thank you,” I say quietly, looking proudly down at Rafe myself. Then I look up at Calvin, curious. He’s young, I think my own age – certainly yo
Ella “Ella,” Clavin says, his voice thick with emotion. His hand continues its path, reaching for me, his fingers brushing the velvet sleeve of my gown before I can pull away. “What,” I whisper, taking a few steps back, wanting space between us. “What was that?” “I don’t –“ Before he can fin
“What are you doing out here, Ella?” Sinclair says, shaking his head at me a little. “Having private conversations with a member of our enemies’ royal family?” “You heard him, Dominic!” I say, waving a hand towards the door. “He wants to make a change!” “Or he’s just telling you he wants a chang
Ella “Ella!” Cora shouts from the closet, her voice a little frantic. “Ella, help! Please!” I turn quickly towards the closet, a biscuit and a cup of coffee in each of my hands and Rafe strapped to my chest in his little carrier. “What’s wrong?” I call as I hurry towards her. But I see the pro
Because this day? I have a feeling it’s going to be a really good one. We’re holding the wedding in the great hall, where we had the coronation yesterday, but it has been satisfyingly transformed. I was a little hesitant about the choice because I didn’t want everything to look the same, and like
Ella Even though Cora got ready in my room at the palace, we did a great deal of work to make this wedding as public as possible – as public as our coronation, if not more so. In order to do that, once Cora was dressed we escorted her down to the garage-level of the palace to where a beautiful ope
“If you think this is her first time crying,” Sinclair says, smirking and reaching for Rafe, “then you’re woefully mistaken, sister-in-law.” Cora laughs then as I pass Rafe off to his father and she loops her arm through mine. “Ready?” I say, sniffing the rest of my tears back and smiling. “Su