The Throne Is Mine
“All I desire is a husband who can sit pretty on the throne beside me and keep his mouth shut while I rule. You don’t fit the criteria, Killian. I am not looking for a warrior.” “When the men at court point their swords at your neck princess, you’ll need a warrior by your side instead of a puppet. You won’t be able to get rid of me so easily Amelia. Not when I have made up my mind to have you.” “I am not something for you to simply have Killian.” “Aren’t you? The men out there seem to be putting a good price on your future. Become my wife and I will become your weapon. I will make sure this throne belongs to you.” … Fancy tiaras and dresses never interested Amelia Blackwell, current princess of the Backwell castle. It had always been the throne in the middle of the court that caught her eyes. The throne was the only thing she ever desired but the men in her life reminded her of how it would never belong to a princess. When talks of her marriage flood the castle and news that her father wishes to make her cousin Fraser Adams his heir, Amelia takes matters into her own hands. She sets off to find her own husband and plots to take the throne. Meeting the king of the north Killian Bune doesn’t make her life any easier. Along her way she finds love, betrayal, death, envy, and more as she tries to become queen. “I promise you, this throne will belong to me.” ... The cover was done by IG r.voh.k
Chapter 246
"You didn't wake me up for dinner," Amelia said. She looked out at the balcony door which let in the light from the sun.
"You were tired and put in a bad mood because of Cyrus leaving. I thought it was best you slept," Killian replied, pushing her messy hair out of her face. "You rolled around a lot in your sleep. I've almost been punched in the eye. Were you fighting someone in your dreams?"
"No, I was swimming around actually."
"Oh, so you were drowning," Killian teased. "I will keep you away from deep water in the future."
"I can swim," Amelia said, sitting up to get rid of her sleep and start the day. "I've been swimming from a young age. I am not believing the story about me moving around a lot or almost punching you. I sleep still like a log."
"You've never seen yourself sleep to know. I was tempted to tie you up so you would stop moving-"