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

finished up here, but it appears my secretary decided to go
ahead and do it for me.”
As if on cue, Pierre walked into the room. “Your Majesty.
Your mother overheard Aramis and I discussing.”
“Just as well.” My eyes stayed on Emily’s. “You’ll find a
better fit for you.”
“I wanted you.” She frowned. “We’d be perfect together.”
“For a while. For appearances,” I agreed, “but not for
long.”
“Appearances are the only thing that matter,” my mother
said. “Appearance is everything.”
“Not everything.” I raised an eyebrow and went back to
my tie.
“What is your plan then? Why this sudden . . . change?”
Mother asked.
“I have to visit those people’s houses tomorrow. Poor
people. Starving people. How will it look if I show up there
with another rich monarch?”
“What they say does not matter,” Emily said. “They’ll
take this as a sign of weakness.”
“They’ll take it however we sell it to them.”
“And where will you find this commoner?” my mother
asked.
I stayed silent. The question wasn’t where I would find
her. The question was whether or not she’d still accept me.
She didn’t have to know about the ulterior motives. Hell, I
didn’t even care about the ulterior motives. As far as I was
concerned, they were the icing on top. I was just glad I’d get
to keep her.
“We already found her,” Pierre said, speaking up on my
behalf. “She’s perfect. You have nothing to worry about,
Your Majesty.” He bowed to my mother, as if to dismiss her,
and she knew it. Her eyes flared at him before turning to me.