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

basket in his other hand and I was unsure of what to do with
my free hand, so I brought it up to hold his arm with both of
mine. It was either that or I’d start fidgeting again and I
didn’t want to seem like a silly young girl with heart eyes for
a prince I hadn’t even seen in five years.
“I’ll tell His Royal Highness that you’re here.” The man
shut the door behind us and disappeared into one of the
halls. I let out a breath.
“Am I supposed to curtsy?” I whispered. “I don’t even
know how to do that. Do you bow when you say hi to him?”
“He’s not the king,” Etienne whispered back.
“Yet.”
“Yet,” he agreed gravely.
“So I can just shake his hand like normal?”
“If he tries to shake yours, then yes.” He eyed me
curiously, then added, “Don’t take o ense if he doesn’t.”
My brows shot up. I tried to picture what Prince Elias
would look like now. Unlike his brother, Aramis, who was
always in the spotlight, Elias hadn’t been seen in years. If the
rumors were true, he was too busy preparing for his future
role as king to attend any of the usual events. It wasn’t that
he wasn’t doing things, more so that the things he was doing
weren’t being documented and reported on. Once in a while,
you could catch a grainy photo of him arriving or leaving an
event or more likely, a halfway house he spent a lot of time
helping. Of course, that deed too, came with rumors of its
own.
Somehow, as I stood there, I felt some of my tension slip
away. That was, until I heard footsteps approaching and I
was right back to a tense ball. The man in the black suit came
into sight first, followed by Prince Elias, who was far more
gorgeous than any grainy photo could ever encompass, and
definitely far more man than I could remember from that
night so many years ago. For a moment, I second-guessed