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

many will be in attendance?”
“Several billion will be watching.” He couldn’t even hide
his laughter. I wanted to kill them both. Pierre cleared his
throat and added, “Inside of the palace walls, there will be
two-thousand-four-hundred and thirty. Outside of the
palace walls, probably all of France if I had to guess.”
“Probably cheering for the demise of the throne,” I said
under my breath.
“Well, at least you know what to expect,” Aramis
quipped.
I shot him another glare. Everything about this was
ridiculous. As I looked in the mirror, I saw my brother
standing behind me and wondered how he’d fare as king. We
looked so much alike, no one would bat an eye if he went up
there today and accepted the crown. As if he sensed what I
was thinking, he shook his head, a sad smile on his face.
“I would never want to be in that position. I’m sorry you
have to be.”
“Me too.”
“Miss Adeline confirmed her attendance,” Pierre said.
My brother held my gaze in our reflection. “You invited
her?”
“Maman did. She’s planning the wedding, you know.”
“Adeline is?” Aramis’s mouth unhinged. “This is so
fucked.”
“Extremely,” Pierre agreed, clearing his throat when I
looked over at him. “Addie is kind, but she has a strong
spirit. She can do whatever she sets her mind to.”
“How very traditional of you to have the woman you’re in
love with attend the event that will either push her away
completely or push her to take a place as your mistress,”
Aramis said.
“Fuck you. You know that’s not my intention.” I turned
and faced him. “I don’t even want her planning the wedding.