“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
Ella Cora and Roger’s reception goes late into the night, which is just fine by me – because for the first time this week? Sinclair and I haven’t been the focus of the attention, and we just get to party. I mean, that’s not completely true. We’re still the King and the Queen of our nation and we
But I immediately see the problem, and I am not at all surprised that my uncle is at the center of it. My eyes dart around at the people – several Atalaxian men, looking chic if rigid in their tuxedos, bristle as they frown at a human woman with her twin daughters pressed tight against her side. T
Ella I feel the poor human woman’s shoulders shake and I take a deep breath, remembering my duty to her as well. “Come on,” I say, trying to keep my voice light as I turn her and her daughters away. “I’m so sorry about this – let’s get somewhere more peaceful.” And as we begin to walk away, I le