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

harder.
“He’s an idiot.”
“He is,” she agreed.
“I can’t believe he used me.”
“Maybe we don’t have all of the facts straight.”
“We have all of the facts straight.” I slapped the napkin
down on the table. “I asked Pierre and he confirmed it.”
“Right, but it’s clear the king has feelings for you.”
“Sure. Lustful ones.” I took a deep breath and hiccupped.
“Ugh. I hate hiccups.”
“I think that’s a sign that you drank too much. Or too
fast.”
“Well, you know what takes away the hiccups.” I lifted
the wine glass and downed it. Then I hiccupped. “That’s
supposed to help.” I frowned looking at the empty glass.
“It’s not like I ever thought I’d be queen or anything. I
mean, for a second I did imagine it but not in a legitimate,
I’m going to be Queen of France kind of way, with people
bowing at me and stu .”
Mayra stood up suddenly and curtsied deeply. I laughed at
the sight. “Sit down, you weirdo. I’m not queen.”
“Yet.”
I gasped, sitting up straight and looking over my shoulder
at Elias. But it couldn’t be Elias. Except, Pierre was standing
behind him and I knew I wouldn’t imagine him in my
fantasy. I looked around the bar and witnessed everyone
bowing and curtsying at him and it occurred to me that he
was really here. I stood from my barstool, swaying a bit. Elias
caught my arm and held it. I curtsied in front of him. Not as
deeply as Mayra. Not as prettily. But as well as I could
manage in my drunken state. When I straightened he pulled
me into his arms.
“You don’t curtsy to me,” he said into my ear.
“Are you not my King?”