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

“And people will vote for the people in Parliament?”
“Yes.”
“So you do like the way the English do things.” She
grinned.
“Don’t tell anyone.” I poked her.
“Your secret is safe with me.” She laughed.
“I’d still have enough of a say in things, of course, but it
would be a lot more democratic than it is now.”
“My father will be thrilled,” she mumbled, looking less
than thrilled.
“Maybe he’ll think his daughter was the brains behind all
of this.”
“I don’t care.” She shrugged and looked at Nana. “My
father stopped talking to me for a mistake I made in the past
and this whole thing hasn’t helped.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, love. That must be di cult.”
“You know, surprisingly, it’s not,” Addie said. “I feel kind
of . . . free. That’s horrible, isn’t it?” Her shoulders dropped
slightly.
“It’s not horrible. It’s human.” I set my hand over her
knee.
She smiled at me.
“You two look beautiful together,” Nana said. “Your
children will be the most gorgeous little angels.”
“Not so fast, Nan.” I chuckled, unsure what reaction
Addie would have, but when I looked at her, she was still
smiling, and that made me a lot more comfortable.
We stayed the entire afternoon at Nana’s, just talking,
like normal people, like all the commoners my father had
looked down upon all those years and taught me to do the
same, and I felt . . . free.