#Chapter 398 – King and Queen

Ella

“I’m glad we did that,” I say later that afternoon as Sinclair pulls our car around to the front entrance of the palace. “I couldn’t stand to say goodbye to that house if it was to a stranger. Too many memories there.” ” I agree,” Sinclair says, parking directly out front in what feels…well, feels too informal for the future King’s first entrance to the palace, his new home. ” Doesn’t this place have like, a garage?”

I murmur, looking into the back seat to check on little Rafe, who is happily chewing on the sleeve of his little baby hoodie and staring at himself in a mirror attached to his car seat. “I… think so…” Sinclair says, and I look up in surprise to see him grimacing at me a little. “I’ve only really been here for state occasions,” he says, shrugging.”

And the birth of our child,” I point out.

he says, “wealsojust parked out

around to my side, I stare up at the gorgeous palace in front of me. “I can’t believe this is

would hope thatyouwould try to chuff me up a little bit

it. “Well, you know I think you cando it,” I say, grinning, “and that I don’t think anyone else could do it any better. I just,”

arched. I laugh up into his face at the ridiculousness of it. “Absolutely not,” I reply. “They’ll all just have to call me Ella, or I’ll walk right past them without realizing that they’re talking to me.” “You don’t do so poorly responding to Luna,” he says, pulling his arm from my grip and wrapping it around my shoulder to pull me close. Yes, but that feels more real,” I say quietly. “I…know what a Luna’s supposed to do. I want to protect my pack, help them in all things.” “I imagine

say, my eyes going wide.

long as you’re alive and we’re on the throne,” he grins widely at me, seeing the excitement on my face, “you get a crown.” “Well then let’s go!” I shout, bursting forward and heading up

unpack all of our moving boxes. “Not until the official coronation, my ass,” I murmur angrily as I use a box cutter to cut the tape on probably my fortieth box and start to unload all

a little tray of food for our lunch. “I’m just following the. rules. It’s not really a Kingdom precisely anymore the jewels belong to everyone. It’s not right to wear them until the people have officially given them to us. And then,” he says, putting the tray down on the

wisdom as Queen, not to follow.” And then I send him a mental image down the bond of when, precisely, I plan to be wearing that crown. And just how good I’ll look wearing that crown, and only that crown. Sinclair blinks and then huffs a laugh, grinning at me. “Fine,” he says.

even know where the kitchens are and it feels strange already to be waited on like this. What am I going to do when I’m pregnant again? Just…wander the halls, starving,

gorgeous floors. We’ve had much of the furniture replaced with that which suits our taste a bit better, but still…I’ll never forget the day we brought our baby into the world.

he says, shaking his head. “You keep saying that,” I reply, frowning at him. ” Is there something wrong? Are you… doubting the fact that the coronation will go through or something?” “No,” he replies, cocking his head to the side. “I just…want everything to be right. Damon and his father…” he shakes his head, a little angry, “they

then he looks over at the baby. And I hope I can convince him to be as well, when his turn

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