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A Prince Ella I can’t help it, not at all. I burst immediately into tears. The crowd, when they realize

what’s going on and when I think they see my over-emotional reaction to it – begin to again shout their

approval. Sinclair laughs when he sees me crying, shaking his head at me as he returns to my side

with the little crown in his hands.

“Well, if you didn’t want me to cry!” I say, stamping my foot lightly, “you should have told me!” “Nah,”

Sinclair says, smiling at me, his voice soft but somehow still audible over the cheers of the crowd. “This

is way better. It was worth it to see your face.” “Okay well,” I say in a rush, wiping hastily at my cheeks

before raising Rafe a little so that he’s sitting straight up in my arms, looking up at his father with a

happy smile. “Get on with it! I want to see how he looks!” Sinclair laughs at me, shaking his head, and

the crowd quiets, eager to hear what their King will say.

“Rafe Sinclair,” my mate says, looking seriously at his son. But Rafe frowns and waves his hands at

him, confused by the seriousness of his voice, which makes Sinclair instantly laugh and have to start

over.

The crowd laughs along with us, pleased, I think, to see their serious King look so human, to see how

much he loves his son.

“Rafe Sinclair,” my mate tries again, his voice lighter this time, and Rafe lets out a little squeal of joy

that threatens to make me cry again. Sinclair grins, leaning over a little. “I crown you as my Prince and

my heir, to ascend to this throne when it is your time to rule. I promise to raise you to understand this

responsibility, to grow to be a good man, and to deserve it.” And then, when I think my heart will burst

with love, Sinclair gently places the little crown on Rafe’s tiny head.

I watch eagerly to see what Rafe will do and then I burst into laugher when he reaches his pudgy

hands up touching it experimentally, trying to get a grip on it so he can pull it off.

But I move his little hand away and the crowd again bursts into cheers, charmed – I know – by their

little Prince, who deserves every moment of their adoration.

I step close to Sinclair, turning my head up to him, and he bends a little and kisses me, warm and real

and true. I lose myself to the kiss, loving him so much I can hardly bear it, and I have no idea, really, if

the crowd cheers to see us because I’m lost in him.

The next thing I know Sinclair has his arm wrapped around my shoulders, and he’s leading me back

down the aisle, and we’re waving to our people.

Before I know it, we have left all the people behind, and we’re back in the private little room at the front

of the great hall, and Henry and Cora and Roger come in smiling and laughing behind us.

But I have no eyes for them – instead, I can only look up at my mate, my Alpha, my King, my love for

him shining and beaming down our bond.

“I love you, little Queen,” he murmurs, an arm around my waist pulling me close, Rafe snuggled

between us. Sinclair uses his other hand to tilt my chin up towards him. ” You look just as good in that

crown as I thought you would.” “Wait till you see me later,” I murmur, feeling a mischievous.

“Later?” he asks, quirking an eyebrow at me.

“I believe,” I say quietly, wanting to keep it between us, “that I promised to show you what I look like in

nothing but this crown.” A growl reverberates in his chest, and my King lowers his head, and he kisses

me. And I stand on my toes and kiss him right back.

The party that night is a big one. The guest list isn’t completely open the majority of our citizens are

celebrating out on the street – but there are certainly hundreds of people here.

Everyone from each of the foreign delegations were invited to celebrate with us, along with many of our

most honored citizens.

I admit that I’m nearly overwhelmed by all of the guests and the attention.

Sinclair and I spend hours turning to each new person who comes forward to greet us, to congratulate

us, to shake our hands and tell us about their excitement for the future of the nation. I do my best to

give each of them my full attention and to match their enthusiasm.

The result, of course, is that after three hours of the party I’m totally exhausted.

But the ballroom is still packed with people, and our job isn’t nearly done, so I squeeze Sinclair’s hand,

and kiss Rafe’s head, and turn to the next person who claims our attention.

“Hey!” A familiar voice shouts, and my face bursts into a grin as I turn to see little Benny from the

human refugee camp rushing towards me at the head of about five children, some of whom I recognize

from the same place.

“Hey, Ben!” I say, not needing to force my enthusiasm this time as I crouch down and open an arm to

welcome him into a hug. “I’m so glad you could come!” I sent an invitation to the children’s home about

a week ago encouraging some caretakers and children to attend, but I hadn’t received any word back. I

look over Benny’s head and smile warmly at the other children and at the caretakers who brought

them, who each give me a shy wave.

“I didn’t know you were a Queen,” Benny says, frowning up at my crown after he pulls back from my

hug.

“Well, that makes sense,” I say, wrinkling my nose at him. ” Considering I just became one today.” “I

thought you had to be born a Queen,” Benny replies, turning his head and studying my crown curiously.

Then he turns to look at Rafe, who is dozing a little, his own little crown still perched on his head. “Like

him.” “Well,” I say, considering. “I guess it happens all sorts of ways.” “So, can I become a king?”

Benny asks, curious.

“Is someone already trying to take my job?” Sinclair asks, coming up behind me, and I laugh, looking

up at him.

“I think you’ve got some stiff competition,” I reply, and then I stand up, gesturing towards Benny and the

other children, introducing them to their King, who graciously leans down and shakes each of the

orphans’ little hands. Afterwards, we greet the caretakers warmly, telling them how much we appreciate

their work.

“I know that Ella intends to be more deeply involved in the future,” Sinclair says, smiling at me. “If you’ll

allow her to.” “Oh, we’d welcome the help,” one of the caretakers says.

“Then I’ll come visit,” I say with a big smile. But Sinclair squeezes my hand, letting me know that while

he recognizes that I could spend all night with these important guests, we have more to see. So I sigh

and crouch down again, telling the children about the huge table of deserts in the next room that they’re

welcome to raid to their hearts’ content.

Thrilled, the children rush off.

“We’ll have some more desert sent home,” I say to one of the caretakers as she passes, touching her

arm on her way. “A whole truck load – enough for all of the children. Would that be all right?” She nods,

thanking me, and then moves on.

“You like them,” Sinclair murmurs in my ear. “You like that little boy most of all.” “Yes,” I sigh, glancing

up at him. “Am I so obvious with my favorites?” “Only to me,” he whispers, giving me a kiss on the

forehead as we both turn to look at our next guest. But when we see who it is, all of the joy leeches

from both of us.

Because standing there, in front of us, ready to congratulate us on the happiest day of our lives, is my

uncle Xander.

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