#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.

he says, smiling at me. ” My little magpie. Come on,

up straight with a pout. “But I am having two cups of coffee today, which means that that

day,” Sinclair says, pulling me close. I turn my face up to him, sensing that he wants it, and Sinclair kisses me long

my own feelings much the same, as well as a great deal of hope and pleasure to see him lead this nation for which he’s fought for so long. When Sinclair

at me in wonder. And I smile

simply accepting my faith in him. And I let him hold me tight and warm, pleased to the end of

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

I both

crawling away from my mate

a big day for him too,” Sinclair says, likewise getting out of bed and coming over to the two of

“Little Prince Rafe!

and then moving towards the bathroom as I take Rafe to his changing table to get him ready

as predicted,

a room that is a strange mix of auditorium and conference chamber, with the kind of stadium seating all around that

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 of elaborate table, with me

with a blue sash over the front as well as a

is all that

down at little Rafe, who 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 excited for the

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

a big hug, pressing a couple of kisses to his soft hair, before I feel Sinclair’s warm hand on my

and I beam up at him, giving a single

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