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

one rule—I could not speak to the prince. Too late, but I
couldn’t tell my uncle that. I’d planned to make good on that
promise from here on out though. The last thing I wanted
was to drag the prince into an unnecessary scandal, and if we
were seen talking to each other, people could easily make up
rumors.
It wouldn’t look good if we were caught appearing
friendly. Not with who my father was and how he was
notorious to speak out about the injustices of the Crown. His
way of thought was the reason people started to question the
monarchy and the purpose it served. The fact that the king
no longer killed those who spoke up against him was huge
and something everyone had come to respect, but some
people felt the monarchy was antiquated. Those people
thought Prince Elias should not acquire The Crown once his
father passed away.
I was on the fence about the whole thing. Probably
because unlike a lot of those people, I had not been directly
impacted by the economy. As the old saying goes, the poor
stay poor and the rich keep getting richer. That didn’t mean I
didn’t want to see people thrive though. I just wasn’t vocal
about things like that. I was raised in the States most of my
life and later, moved to a neighboring country with another
set of royals, so it wasn’t my place to speak out on things. I
left that to my parents. I finally got near the villa and slowed
down at the sight of the security guards around the
premises. They were dressed in all black, from the hats on
their heads with brims that covered their eyes, to the boots
on their feet. The one near the door, a tall, GI Joe figurelooking
one, with a fit physique and rigid stance, nodded at
me in approval to approach.
“There’s a lot more security today,” I said to the one
standing beside the door. Because of the hat and the
darkness, I couldn’t see much of his face, but his fingers