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

“Funny you should bring that up, because I’m finding it
incredibly di cult to find what purpose you serve on this
cabinet,” I said. The four of them sat up straighter, their
eyes widening. Good. “Do you have a reason for missing our
last two meetings?”
“I’m in the middle of a divorce,” he said. “I figured you’d
know that being that you’re my daughter’s supposed
boyfriend, though I will say, I like the new tabloid stories.
The ones calling the entire relationship a sham.”
“Similar to the rumors of you planning riots all over the
city.”
“Those aren’t rumors.” He smiled, a cynical smile. “The
people do not like that they have no say in their
government.”
“The people have never had a say in their government
before so this . . . anarchy you’re aiming for will be
disastrous if, God forbid, it came to that.” I stood quickly,
the legs of the chair I was sitting on scraping the oak wood
floors beneath me. “Furthermore, if you’d been here the last
two meetings, you’d have been informed about the
Parliament we’re hoping to form and incorporate, which will
be voted on by the people.”
“Parliament?” he asked. “Voted on by the people?”
“I just said that.”
“Did my daughter put you up to this?”
“What if she did? What will you say then? That I’ve had
my cock cut o and that an uninformed woman will now be
ruling France?” I yelled.
He shook his head, seemingly still wrapping his head
around the idea.
“I think Parliament is an excellent idea,” Monsieur
Gaston said.
“I agree,” Monsieur Caron added.
“It gets my vote,” Monsieur Berger said.