The-Sinful-King-By-Claire-Contreras-PDF

As far as I was concerned, she was a cockblocker and a
pest who arrived at the prince’s villa unannounced and
uninvited and ruined our date. Those were all things I should
have been grateful for. If things had gone further, if I’d spent
the night with him, I would have regretted it. I’d had one
date with him and I already felt myself unraveling. I couldn’t
a ord to be unraveled. I was in no state to fall in love with a
prince, let alone one who would be king. No one ever was,
but surely the Princess of Austria could bear it more than I
could. At least she had a shot at being his, and planning this
party was the only proof I needed of that. Every single detail
was set to cater to the princesses and duchesses that were
slated to be there on Saturday night. From the way they
made their grand entrance, to the way they greeted the
prince. They’d all be staying in the on-site cottages of the
palace, which had been inhabited by those closest to the
royal family back in the old days but had since been restored
and kept for events like these. There were twenty-five
cottages in total, counting the one I was currently staying in,
which was right beside the one Prince Elias and his brother
Aramis would be staying in this weekend. Princess Pilar,
their sister, had her own cottage on the other side of theirs,
which was where my assistant, Joss, had been invited to stay.
My phone rang as I was getting ready for bed, and I
answered upon seeing Etienne’s face on the screen.
“I assume you’ve been busy,” he said by way of greeting.
“You have no idea.” I sighed. “What’s up?”
“What’s up is that you have a certain monarch hunting
you down.”
“Who?” I perked up, my heart pounding in anticipation.
Elias couldn’t have asked about me, could he?
“I think you know who.” I could tell Etienne wasn’t
smiling the way he normally would when he teased me about
a man.