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

“I agree. She should have said that, but she’s too in love
with you to think that.”
“No, I mean I hate you for pointing this shit out now.” I
shoved the clipboard on his chest. “I’m meeting with the
cabinet and then I’m going to London. I don’t care what else
I have lined up.”
Walking up to the King’s Apartments and into the room,
where the four members of my cabinet were sitting around
the round table we had set up there, was testing. The last
person I wanted to see was Adeline’s father. I hadn’t seen
him since the night of the coronation celebration here and
that hadn’t ended well. It wasn’t like I was hiding from him.
If anything, it was the other way around. He hadn’t attended
our last two meetings. The rumor was that he was putting
together more parades and riots. If that was the case, I
meant to get to the bottom of it today. The time for rioting
was over. It should have been over when Adeline and I visited
some of the families who took the biggest impact from the
failed economy. The last thing I had time for was a bratty
man and I fully intended to put him in his place if he stepped
out of line. So far, they’d only seen the compliant king.
Today, they’d see a ruthless one.
As I stepped inside, the four of them stood and bowed. I
walked over to my seat at the head of the table.
“Gentlemen.” I sat down. They followed suit.
“This is new.” Monsieur Gaston tapped the wooden table
twice. He was one of the two members I got along with best.
One of the loyalists, if you may.
“I was tired of sitting down and being looked down upon
when the four of you spoke,” I said.
“It served a better purpose,” Monsieur Bouchard said.