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

“Do you think the king should have as much power as he
does?”
“Yes.”
“Yes? No hesitation?” I felt my lip turn up. “You say that
because you work for them.”
“For centuries they had all the power. Now they have a
little less power and it’s still running smoothly. Why change
something that’s not broken?”
“You don’t think the economy is broken in its current
state?” I asked. “There are doctors and lawyers getting paid
wages way below the average. And that’s only a few who
have su ered in the recent years since the king’s health has
been on the decline. This is what started the French
Revolution. They were lucky the Crown was saved all of those
years ago. I don’t think they’ll get lucky again. He should’ve
stepped down years ago, or let the cabinet have more power.
Let the people have more power.”
“You have a lot of opinions for someone who doesn’t even
care to address her prince with courtesy.” The voice was
Prince Elias’s and it came from behind me.
I thought I’d already been sitting up straight, but I was
wrong. At the sound of his voice, my back arched and my
shoulders pushed back as my heart dropped into the pit of
my stomach. How long had he been standing behind me?
How long had Pierre let me speak without telling me to stop?
From the look on his face, he seemed like he had tried to
warn me but I wouldn’t quit speaking. It was a flaw of mine.
When I was passionate about something, I couldn’t stop
talking about it. Slowly, I glanced over my shoulder to find
Prince Elias standing in the center of the pub. Everyone
around us seemed to have completely stopped what they
were doing to stare at him. Some women were still curtsying.
Some men still bowing. Everyone’s mouth was agape. And