gh to find each other and build a family.

But still, facing this delegation? I’m a little glad that we’ve got some intimidating credentials to speak for us. Brave little mate, Sinclair says to me down the bond, making my smirk deepen. I’m glad you’re letting them see that you’re not scared of them.

Oh, I’m scared of them, I pass back, not bothering to look up at him for support.

But you’re right. There’s no reason for them to see it.

He gives me a warm nudge of support as the first line of five Atalaxians step forward and give a bow. The man at the far left of the line steps forward then, beginning to speak. He introduces himself first – the first and most significant member – and then moves on to each new delegate, who bows his heads to us each in turn.

I turn my head a little as this formal introduction progresses, because this is … odd. I understand that this reception has a rather official quality, but each of the greetings we’ve given to each delegation before this has been warm and chatty, with people introducing themselves warmly or greeting Sinclair and I as old friends, if they know us.

The Atalaxians? They don’t say a word, instead letting their singular speaker do all the work.

Still, I do my best to follow along as Rafe begins to fuss in my arms, not liking something – I don’t know what, though. I hold him higher, tighter against me, trying to pass a little calmness down our bond so that he can relax, maybe fall asleep. The baby responds to this, resting his head against my chest a little and settling.

The speaker finishes introducing the first line of delegates, which includes the predictable ambassadors and senators who have been sent to witness the coronation and have discussions about the future connections between our two nations.

and revealing the second row, I’m surprised to hear the speaker introduce a Prince, which makes my eyes raise. Why

forward and gives his bow, though I admit that I do not catch his name, which I kick myself for. I’m a Queen now or about to be.

my age, and

shouldered, he’s a great deal slimmer than my

to Sinclair, looking serious but perhaps even a little bored,

me for a long moment. Sinclair

before he regains his

up at my mate, whose shoulders are stiff

earth just

line of delegates is dismissed and Rafe starts to

taps and pulses down the bond to which we respond as quickly as we can. It’s

look up at Sinclair, worried. “I think I have to take him out,” I murmur, glancing

hand behind me to settle on my back. I need us all here, for this delegation at least.

in turn, though I admit that my

today, nothing. He’s just upset. My eyes are totally focused on the baby, ignoring the final members of the delegation in my maternal concern

Xander of Moon Valley, who has been given honorary citizenship in Atalaxia for his services as advisor to the King.” My eyes flash

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