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

“Thank you for accepting.” She smiled. “Will you take a
walk with me?”
“Of course.” I looked back and excused myself from the
group, turning to the queen once more as she led the way.
As we reached the door, the man standing before it,
opened it and closed it behind us. I wondered when the last
time any of them opened their own doors was, if ever. She
stopped just outside of the doors and turned to me.
“I wanted to ask you if you’d do the honor of planning the
wedding. It would take place next month, and I know it’s
extremely short notice, but I’m willing to pay anything and
provide you with the necessary sta . I just need this done,”
she said.
Footsteps rang out somewhere in the hall, but I didn’t
bother to look knowing it would be just another door holder
or employee here to check on their queen and her guests. She
was still looking at me, waiting for me to answer, and I was
still trying to process everything that had taken place this
last hour. After she made her announcement, I did my best
to bottle it up and ignore it and pretend it was a joke. Now
that she was asking me to do this and saying she was willing
to throw money at me, I wasn’t sure what to say. Yes,
obviously. If my mother was here she’d have pinched my
arm. If Joss was out here and not inside chitchatting, she’d
have agreed for me. Yes was the only answer.
“Mother. You need to go to Father’s chambers.” The voice
was Elias’s.
I whipped my head and looked at him as he closed to
distance between us, then I looked away, back to his mother,
who was still watching me. I wanted to cry. The emotion hit
me seemingly out of nowhere, but that’s the only thing I felt
like doing right now. Finally, I nodded at her.
“You can count on us.”