“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
"Time for a quick walk around the castle while your mommy works. Maybe your father will come back in the middle of it or we will see someone else for you to play with," Amelia said, opening the door to leave to get back to her duties with Mara by her side.
After a quick dress change for Mara to match the green dress Amelia wore and a small break to feed Mara, it was time to leave for Mara to get her daily exploration of the castle.
The guards on the outside became more tense seeing Amelia walk out of the room with the young princess. Killian's warning to not let anything happen to the two of them or he would throw every guard into the hottest fire he could find in the underworld, echoed in their heads.
A single fly should find difficulty getting close to the princess.