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

“You better know what you’re doing, Elias. The future of
this monarchy is sitting on your shoulders.” She reached for
Emily’s hand and dragged her out of the room as if she were
a child.
When the doors slammed shut behind them, I let out a
breath and looked at Pierre.
“That was a good save.”
“Somebody had to say something.” Pierre handed over
my jacket. “What are you going to do?”
“I’ll have to ask her tonight.” I shrugged on the jacket.
“And hope that she accepts.”
“She’d have to uproot her entire life for you. That’s what
you’d be asking of her,” Pierre said. “Her life is in London
and unlike Emily, Adeline has a company to run. She’d be
giving up a lot if she agrees to this.”
“I know.” I took a breath and exhaled it. It was a lot to ask
of anyone. I wasn’t blind to that.
“I’ll start a list of names in case she says no.” Pierre
headed to the door.
“No.” My voice rung out in the room.
“Just in case.” He turned to look at me. “You need a
backup plan.”
“I don’t want a list. If Addie won’t do it, we’ll figure out
another way.”
“Eli, you need to have a plan.”
“Give me a couple of days. I’ll have one.”
He gave a nod and walked away, leaving me in the
chambers by myself. I’d never liked staying in Versailles and
had never envisioned myself sleeping in the king’s
bedchambers. My father loved it. He said he felt closer to his
roots, to the Sun God, and it served as a reminder of why he
was here and what he was to accomplish. I felt haunted by
those things, not inspired. I finished dressing and walked out
of the lavish room. Pierre was waiting just outside the door