#Chapter 468 – Departure

Ella Sinclair and I dress very formally that night, knowing that how we bid our farewell to the Atalaxian delegation is going to be something that we handle with a great deal of care, especially as we know that Calvin will be there. We even wear our crowns, hoping that they oblige the Atalaxians to see us as representatives of the state which they intend to destroy. Rafe, unfortunately, has other ideas about his formality. “Oh, god,” I sigh when he shrieks and pulls his tiny crown off for the third time. “Dominic, he won’t wear it –“ “So don’t make him,” Sinclair says with a grin, coming to stand close to me in our closet, putting his hand on my back and peering down at our son. “Honestly, he’s a baby –“ “He is the future King –“ I huff as I slide Rafe’s crown around my wrist like a bracelet. “Without the crown he’s just our little baby meatball –“ Sinclair laughs now, taking the baby from me and holding him high up in the air, making Rafe shriek with laughter. “Did you hear how