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

was di erent. The cameras were rolling and the people were
surrounding us. I could no longer pretend that this was just
between my husband and me. It really was for the world to
see. Elias let go of my hand and turned to me. I turned to
him, still smiling but confused. This, we hadn’t rehearsed.
He was supposed to kiss me and we were supposed to walk to
the carriage that awaited. Instead, standing in front of
millions, billions of people including those watching from
across the globe, King Elias bowed to me, and loud enough
for everyone to hear, he said, “Vive la reine.”
I tried to swallow back tears, tried to remind myself that
this was tradition and traditionally monarchs showed no
emotion, but it was no use, emotion won and the tears
trickled down my face. Elias grinned widely, straightening
and bringing his hands to my face, his thumbs wiping my
tears.
“Long live the Queen. May she always be by my side, not
one step behind,” he said against my lips.
“Long live the King,” I replied just as his lips met mine
and he kissed me for all of the world to see.