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

“Not all of us drank our weight in wine last night.” Elias
looked at me over the paper.
“Not all of us were moping and mourning the loss of a
fake boyfriend.” I raised an eyebrow.
“Real boyfriend.” He folded the paper and set it down,
reaching for my hand. “Nothing about this has ever been
fake.”
“So, what did you want to talk about?” I asked after a
moment of staring into his deep green eyes.
“Our future.” He let go of my hand. “I need to know if
you’re genuinely okay with leaving your life in London and
your company behind for this. For me.”
I thought about it for a moment. I’d been willing to leave
it behind before, and now that I’d been without him for a
just couple of days and felt how that was, even more so. He
looked nervous. I nodded.
“I’m ready.”
“Good.” He stood up, the chair scraping slightly on the
pavement. Without warning, he took a knee beside me and
pulled out a little black box from his pocket, opening it to
show me the most beautiful engagement ring I’d ever seen.
My heart pounded against my chest. I gasped, bringing a
hand up to my mouth. “This stone has been in my family for
centuries. Pieces of the original stone are on the crown of
each King of France before me, and my own, and I thought it
was time it was also in a queen’s possession.” He smiled.
“The first night I met you, right on this very balcony, you
had no idea who I was. You just knew you liked me. You gave
me a gift that evening when you went to bed with me. You
showed me that I was more than my title. That I was more
than what anyone said I was. You looked at me and you saw
me. You knew me. Finding you again has been the best thing
that’s happened since that night. At the end of my reign—
because all of them must come to an end—I will still believe