#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.

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

I am having two cups of coffee today, which means that that one-” I say, pointing to the baby, “is going to be all jittery

it, and Sinclair kisses me long and

deal of hope and pleasure to see him lead this nation for which he’s fought for so long.

head at me in wonder. And I

him. And I

go 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

and I both

on the love,” I say happily, crawling away from my mate and getting out of bed to gather my little baby in my

getting out of bed and coming over to the two of

little. “Little Prince Rafe! Cutest little heir to the throne that there ever

and then moving towards the bathroom as I take Rafe to his

as predicted,

auditorium and

himself at the center of elaborate table, with me to his right and his father to his left. I

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

honestly, is all that

medals, though – and he grins up at me, giving a little squeal. I smile at him, laughing. “Are

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

couple of kisses to his soft hair, before I feel Sinclair’s warm hand

he asks, and I beam up at him, giving a single

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