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

empty seats we could find, right in the back, near the door,
and listened as the priest spoke about life and death. I stared
at the larger than life co n. It had a red cape draped over it
with a red and gold crown up top. It matched the outrageous
flower arrangements that lined the long entrance to the
chapel. I leaned out in hopes of catching a glimpse of Elias,
but there was a sea of suits and dresses in front of us and I
couldn’t see him. Knowing I was in the same room as him
would have to be enough for now. My heart sank. Was that
how things would be from now on? I’d have to be glad to just
be breathing the same air as him without being anywhere
near him? It shouldn’t matter. I didn’t even live in this
country. But it did. It did matter. My mother received a call
from the queen’s secretaries to tell her the wedding had been
postponed, but they hadn’t given an indication of a date and
we didn’t want to pry under the circumstances. Even Joss
hadn’t dared to ask Pilar, so we simply assumed they’d let us
know when they were ready. Personally, I hoped it would be
canceled altogether. And for what? So he could find another
princess to marry in a couple of years? I needed to stop
thinking about him as if he was just someone who was hard
to get and come to terms with the fact that he was
impossible to get.
The service seemed to go on forever. When it ended,
everyone stood and watched as the casket was rolled
forward, everyone turning toward it and bowing to pay their
respects as it passed. I finally caught sight of Elias. My pulse
instantly quickened. I hadn’t seen him in a week and even
though I did miss him, I hadn’t realized how much until this
very moment. All I wanted to do was break protocol and run
up to him and hug him. He was walking on one side of the
casket while Aramis walked on the other. They both looked
stoic. A far cry from the Elias that showed up at my villa a
week ago. As he walked by, his gaze cut to mine and held for