#Chapter 446 – The Wedding

Ella Even though Cora got ready in my room at the palace, we did a great deal of work to make this wedding as public as possible – as public as our coronation, if not more so. In order to do that, once Cora was dressed we escorted her down to the garage-level of the palace to where a beautiful open-top vintage Rolls Royce was waiting to drive her around to the front. “Are you serious?” she had said, rolling her eyes, but she was laughing at the same time – because, honestly, it was very cool. Roger had his doubts about the plan, wanting to know if it was safe, but all the security details that Sinclair had put out had assured us that there were no major threats to our safety. The majority of the humans who objected to a wolf King had either been satiated by Sinclair’s sincere promises that humans and wolves would be on equal footing or have taken their complaints underground. And, as Cora suggested to me last night, actually a great number of people – humans and wolves alike – ar