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

I’d rather her not be here at all.”
“Yet here she will be.”
“Not because I wanted it.”
“But you’re the king now. Can’t you say no to your own
mother when she pushes your buttons?”
“Jesus. You’re being a child.” I shut my eyes and ran my
fingers through my hair. “Do you like to see me upset on one
of the most important days of my life?”
“I didn’t realize this was that important to you.”
“Billions will be watching.” I pointed at the window. “All
of France will be here.”
“Something else you should know,” Pierre said.
“Yes?”
“There’s a women’s march happening in the courtyard.
It’s contained and they’re being escorted outside.”
“A march? How did they get in here?” I blinked. “What
are they complaining about?”
“A guard who got fired, and from what I gather, they’re
complaining about the inflation in the price of food.”
“Fuck.” I sighed heavily as I walked over to the desk,
where I had all of my papers scattered from my meeting with
the cabinet.
A cabinet consisting of five people, all of whom hated me.
To their dismay, they’d all been handpicked by my father,
who believed in the keep-your-enemies-close theory. They
weren’t allowed to do much, as everything was ultimately
the sovereign’s decision, but their judgment rang through
for sure. I located the economy folder and flipped through it.
Everything was inflated because of our current deal with the
Saudis. Unfortunately, petroleum was valued as gold and we
had none of our own. I closed the folder with a thump. The
people were right to riot, but my hands were tied. I’d have to
get on a plane and go meet with the Crowned Prince myself
in order to sort this out.