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

C H A P T E R 2 3
H
e was gone when I woke up. I’d expected him to
be, but it didn’t diminish the pain in my heart. I
turned the television on and watched as the news anchors
covered the king’s death. They were barely keeping it
together as they spoke about it and it occurred to me how
much people genuinely cared about the royals. Maybe it was
the fact that I hadn’t really grown up here or that my father
was always at odds with everything the Crown did, but I
always figured everyone was waiting for King Alexandre to
pass away so they could take the country into their own
hands. That wasn’t the case, or at least not the one they
portrayed on the screen. My phone rang beside me and I
answered it upon seeing Etienne’s name flash on the screen.
“Have you heard?”
“Yeah. I’m watching the news now,” I said.
“I tried calling Aramis, but got no response. I assume Eli
isn’t in the villas.”
“I don’t think so.” I looked toward the window, though I
couldn’t see anything from where I was sitting. “I haven’t
even looked outside today.”
“I guess your basket duty is over.”
“I guess so,” I said absentmindedly. The news screen cut
to a news anchor standing outside the wing of the palace