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

That was something I learned a few years ago when someone
tried to kill me, not because they hated me, but because I was
the Dauphin and the people were becoming desperate even
then. The woman at the door, who was probably in her
thirties, curtsied when she saw me.
“Please come in. Thank you for visiting.”
“Thank you for allowing me to visit,” I said.
Her face brightened instantly and it surprised me to know
that something that simple could make a di erence in my
welcome. Her husband I recognized right away. I wouldn’t
soon forget the man, face all hollowed, holding up that
hateful sign. He’d shaved his beard and was wearing a black
T-shirt with a logo on it. I recognized it to be the logo of the
Crown’s mining company. So he worked for me. Technically.
He bowed deeply and when he straightened, I o ered him
my hand, which he shook.
“I wasn’t expecting to ever host a king,” he said. He was
missing a few teeth when he smiled. I smiled back.
“I wasn’t expecting this either, but I’m glad I’m here.”
“Please, take a seat,” his wife said. She turned to the door
and I knew the minute Addie stepped through because the
woman’s smile was wide and bright. “You’re the
commoner.”
“I’m the commoner,” Addie said, laughing lightly. “It’s
so nice to meet you, Madame Lefebre. You have a lovely
home.”
“Oh, please.” Monsieur Lefebre waved away the
compliment. “You stay in the palace now. This is no
Versailles.”
“It’s not,” Addie said. “This is much cozier. Much
homier.” She winked.
The Lefebres laughed. My heart grew. If I ever had any
doubt that she was the perfect woman for me, this put me at
ease. We all sat down in the living room, drank co ee, and