#Chapter 437- Be Careful, Little Mate

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 Sinclair, the kind of gesture one Royal gives to another. “I am Prince Calvin, of Atalaxia. And, despite the uncouth gesture that my party made this morning, I hope you will believe me when I say that I am very pleased to be here and eager to build a good relationship between our nations.”

Sinclair raises his eyebrows in surprise, looking for a long moment at the Prince and then down at me, ”

Well,” Sinclair says, his words careful and measured. “It is good to hear you say that. After the events of the morning we were convinced that peace was not a priority for you.”

Clavin sighs and glances over his shoulder, to where the rest of his delegation are speaking quietly with a group of people I don’t know. ” Honestly highness,” he says, his voice low as if he’s seeking not to be overheard, “for many of them? It is not. But I hope that over the next few days I can convince you that you have at least one ally over this border.”

Slowly, Sinclair nods, pulling me closer to his side. “I look forward to being convinced,” my mate says evenly, still studying this strange Prince.

Clavin bows again to both of us, realizing that this interview is over. “A pleasure, your highnesses,” he murmurs, beginning to turn away.

“Ella,” I call – and I surprise myself to hear my name fall from my mouth.

Calvin turns back to us, slow, likewise surprised.

“Please,” I continue, “call me Ella.”

The Prince hesitates for a moment, flicking his eyes to Sinclair, but then he bows to me more deeply than he’s done before. “It will be a pleasure, Ella.”

And then he turns away.

closer to Sinclair’s side now, a

hell was that,” Sinclair asks, his voice baffled but not at all angry at least not with me. I look

I cannot

that it was…something.

Rafe, I smile to see, are already making their way back into the room through the main

who the hell he is, and

night, after hours of chat with delegates from other countries. Honestly, even though all we

baby in his little crib, giving him a

says,shaking his head, “up. Come on.

I mutter, turning stubbornly away

makes me moan a little with pleasure to feel them released. Sinclair, intuiting how good it feels,

again,

that noise,” he murmurs, his voice low, hungry. I open an eye and glance at him because honestly, even though I’m exhausted, when my mate

already begins to pool in my

make me make that noise,”

take a deep, contented breath and turn onto my back,

to my neck, my shoulders, my chest – every one of them

he murmurs, letting himself fall to the side and pulling me with him so

feel him tight against me. “I didn’t even know half of the nations that those delegates were from – I’m a sham Queen, very ignorant

“You were perfectly yourself, Ella very charming. No one holds your lack of knowledge against you – they’re aware of your story. They love that you’re a real person who cares about her people – not some born-and- bred lady

on their path lower. “But doesn’t that make me…a bit of a

when my hands continue their path, slowly unbuckling his belt. “It makes you

I laugh softly. “If you say so, Dominic. You know

growls, and I laugh a little more. I get his belt undone and begin to start on the button of his pants but suddenly his hand is there, stopping

was that,” he says, and I look up to sees eyes

bite my lip, pulling my hands away.

he asks, frowning,

him,” I say quietly, “by myself. When we sort of agreed that…we’d give them the cold shoulder, and all talk to them

he?

shaking my head. “I should have just gone with Cora

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