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

“Her father hates what you stand for and her mother
doesn’t trust you. Her friends, who know your family,
warned her against you. How could she not have
reservations?”
“Her friends like me. Her mother likes me.” My frown
deepened. “And Adeline is her own person.”
“Do you remember what you said on the broadcast? When
you told the world you left Emily for another woman?”
“Yes, that I’d been in love with another woman for some
time.”
“You never used the word love. You said you’d been seeing
another woman for some time.”
“No I didn’t.”
“I have the entire speech written down.” He waved the
stupid clipboard he was always walking around with. “You
said...” He flipped papers and read from the page. “I’ve been
seeing another woman for quite some time. She doesn’t
come from a long line of royal blood or a family of knights.
She’s a hard worker, some would say, a commoner, but
there’s nothing common about her, as I’m sure there’s
nothing common about you.”
“You wrote that down?” I walked over to him and yanked
the clipboard from his hand, reading the paper.
“I figured it would be good to write your speeches down
from now on if you’re going to continue to do broadcasts.
You know, so you won’t repeat yourself often.” Pierre stared
at me. “What do you think?”
“I think your penmanship is shit.” I was brooding. I knew
I was. I couldn’t help it. “So you’re saying because I focused
on describing her like this . . . she thought I was using her?
She liked this speech. She told me that herself.”
“What is she supposed to say, Your Majesty?”
“I hate you.”