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

“I don’t think you do, dear.” Mother gave her a
sympathetic smile. “I was bred for this and I still don’t
understand things. My son was raised to be king and he’s
obviously having a hard time with it and his reign has barely
begun.”
“We’ll make our own way.” I held Addie’s hand in mine
and squeezed it. “I’ll be there through it all.”
“God help you both.” My mother stood up. “I will be in
Luxembourg unless you need me to come back.”
“We’ll be fine on our end.” I stood. “I’ll walk you out.”
“It was good seeing you,” Adeline said, curtsying slightly
to my mother. “Despite the circumstances and my attire.”
“Keep your chin up, my dear.” She winked and walked
away.
“I’ll be right back.” I kissed Addie on the forehead.