#Chapter 438 – Coronation 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 lets me pull him back down. Because there’s no way I’m strong enough to physically make my big scary Alpha do anything he doesn’t want to do.

But he is sweet, and obliges me.

“I know,” he murmurs, cupping my face in his gigantic hand. “I’m sorry, trouble. But we’ve got to get up and look pretty for our big day.”

“Let’s just go ugly,” I sigh. “Really… lower expectations for the rest of your reign. You can rule in sweatpants and t- shirts. They’ll call you the Comfortable King.”

He laughs, and I can feel him shake his head. “Come on, Ella,” he cajoles. ” Don’t you want to look pretty to match the crown?”

I crack an eye open, tempted. Because honestly, I forgot about the crown. I’ve been very much looking forward to the crown.

at me. There she is,” he

coffee today, which means that that one-” I say, pointing to

my face up to him, sensing that he wants it, and Sinclair kisses me long and lingering. As he does he passes feelings to me down the bond pride, and happiness, and a

well as a great deal of hope and pleasure to see him lead this nation for which he’s fought for

at me in wonder. And I smile

I let him hold me tight and warm, pleased to the end

of each other when Rafe gives a little squeak, wondering why we’ve let him lay alone in his little crib for so long even though we clearly

and I both

from my mate and getting out of bed

the two of us, kissing

that!?” I say to the baby, laughing a little. “Little Prince Rafe! Cutest

my head too and then moving towards the bathroom as I take Rafe to his changing

as predicted,

strange mix of auditorium and

room and a narrow empty space at the center. Sinclair seats himself at the center of elaborate table, with me to his right and his father to his left. I look behind me and grin when I see Cora and Roger come into the room,

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

honestly, is all

is dressed like his father no medals, though – and he grins up at me, giving a little squeal. I smile at him, laughing. “Are you

letting me know how he feels. A little thrill goes through me, as it always does, to be able to communicate so effectively with my son even though he is

him a big hug, pressing a couple of kisses to

asks, and I beam up at him, giving

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