#Chapter 437 – Be Careful Little Mate

Ella “I don’t think we’ve met,” Sinclair says, looking Calvin up and down, his voice low and dangerous. “Not personally, no,” Calvin says, and I watch him, a little surprised to see that he has regained his composure faster than me. He again executes his sharp little bow, showing obeisance to Sinclair, the kind of gesture one Royal gives to another. “I am Prince Calvin, of Atalaxia. And, despite the uncouth gesture that my party made this morning, I hope you will believe me when I say that I am very pleased to be here and eager to build a good relationship between our nations.” Sinclair raises his eyebrows in surprise, looking for a long moment at the Prince and then down at me. “Well,” Sinclair says, his words careful and measured. “It is good to hear you say that. After the events of the morning we were convinced that peace was not a priority for you.” Clavin sighs and glances over his shoulder, to where the rest of his delegation are speaking quietly with a group of people I don