#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.

laughs again, looking down at me. There she is,” he says, smiling

am having two cups of coffee today, which means that

think we can accept for one day,” Sinclair says, pulling me close. I turn my face up to him, sensing that he wants it, and Sinclair kisses me long and lingering. As he does

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

And I smile back. “You’re

me, taking a deep breath, simply accepting my faith in him. And I

why we’ve let him lay alone in his little crib for so long

and I both

away from my mate and getting out of bed to gather my little baby in

for him too,” Sinclair says, likewise getting out of bed and coming over to the two of us, kissing

I say to the baby, laughing a little. “Little Prince

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

day, as predicted,

strange mix of auditorium and conference chamber, with the

stage at the front of the room, the seating is on three sides of it, with an elaborate table on the fourth side of the room and a narrow empty space at the center. Sinclair seats himself at the center

dressed, with me in a burgundy velvet gown with a 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

all that

no medals, though – and he grins up at me, giving a little squeal. I smile at him, laughing. “Are

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 so young. And he laughs as he looks up at me,

hug, pressing a couple of kisses to his soft

and I beam up at him, giving

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