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 47
"Are you alright, Amelia?" Margaret rushed to Amelia's side when she spotted her near the entrance to the dining room. She had been waiting to speak with Amelia but Amelia did not allow visitors.
"Yes, grandmother. I had a lot of time to think I accepted everything that had happened while I was away. What do you think the cook will prepare for dinner?" Amelia began to walk ahead of Margaret.
Margaret was confused by Amelia's calm behavior. Hours had passed since they learned her father had arranged for her to be married but it was not enough time for Amelia to have accepted leaving the castle. Something was fishy. "You can speak to me, Amelia. I won't say anything. I can talk your father out of this."
"Nonsense," Amelia rejected Margaret's offer. 'I'm sorry, grandmother but I cannot tell you anything. He's still your son,' she thought.