#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.

There she is,” he says, smiling at me.

cups of coffee today, which means that that one-” I say, pointing to the baby, “is

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 he passes feelings to me down the

a great deal of hope and pleasure to see him lead this nation for which he’s fought for so long. When Sinclair breaks our kiss, he beams down at

you,” he murmurs, shaking his head at me in wonder. And I smile back. “You’re going to be

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

we’ve let him lay

I both

love,” I say happily, crawling away from my mate and getting

coming over to the two of us,

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

murmurs, dropping a kiss to my head too and then moving towards the bathroom as I take Rafe to his changing table to get him ready

as predicted,

of auditorium and conference chamber, with the

on the fourth side of the 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

are likewise formally 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 medals. I don’t know what any of the medals mean,

honestly, is all that matters

giving a little squeal. I smile at him, laughing. “Are you excited for the big day?” I whisper, giving him

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 hair, before I feel Sinclair’s warm hand

and I beam up at him, giving

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