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

E P I L O G U E
“T
his is history in the making. This will be the first
queen to have gone to college. The first queen who
has no aristocratic blood. Today, we will get a glimpse of—”
I switched the television o and let the remote control fall
on the couch beside me. My nerves were shot without the
journalists reminding me of what I was and what I wasn’t.
Despite the media being kind to me, for the most part, I
wasn’t sure what to expect from the people. My stomach
growled again. The seamstress making last-minute
adjustments to my gown looked up at me.
“Are you sure you don’t want anything to eat, Your
Majesty?”
“I’m sure.”
I didn’t bother to correct the title she gave me. I’m not
Her Majesty yet, though in a few short hours that would
change. It was something I wasn’t sure I’d ever get used to.
The Queen Mother assured me I would, but she’d always
been referred to as such. Pilar told me it’d grow on me.
Aramis said he didn’t know who he’d be without the title. I
was unlike any of them. Without a title, I was still me. I’d
spoken to Elias at length about the weight of the burden
having such a title carried and he also couldn’t relate to my
stance on the matter. He couldn’t seem to comprehend how I