#Chapter 447 - Reception

Ella Cora and Roger’s reception goes late into the night, which is just fine by me – because for the first time this week? Sinclair and I haven’t been the focus of the attention, and we just get to party. I mean, that’s not completely true. We’re still the King and the Queen of our nation and we can’t ignore our duties entirely. But it’s much, much easier when Cora and Roger are the ones who work their way around the room, greeting all of their guests and thanking them for their attendance. I smile as I sip at my soda during a break in the dancing, watching as Roger holds Cora close to his side as they chat to some people I don’t know – old friends of Cora’s from med school, I think. “He hasn’t kept his hands off her all night,” Sinclair says, laughing a little. I grin up at him. “Look who’s talking,” I say, glancing down at his own arm wrapped firmly around me. “What can I say,” he murmurs, grinning down at me. “You’re very touchable.” Rafe, resting sleepily against my chest,