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#DARK
#DEVIL
#POSSESSIVE
#HISTORICAL
#KILLER
#ROYALFAMILY
#POWERFULCOUPLE
#ENEMIESTOLOVERS
#TWISTED
#PRINCESS

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

Violet_167 · Fantasy
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356 Chs
#DARK
#DEVIL
#POSSESSIVE
#HISTORICAL
#KILLER
#ROYALFAMILY
#POWERFULCOUPLE
#ENEMIESTOLOVERS
#TWISTED
#PRINCESS

Chapter 52

Late in the night when the castle was partially silent, Cyrus silently made his way down to the castle dungeon to have a word with the northerners the king had captured. It was odd they had been captured in the first place and Cyrus found it strange they were remaining quiet when they could easily break free. They were all demons after all. King Richard had no idea what he welcomed into his castle.

Cyrus walked in the shadows, his white hair on display and his red eyes vibrant in the darkness. He revealed his true appearance as it made him stronger. He was like a leaf in the wind floating by the Blackwell guards in the dungeon.

Cyrus sniffed the air when he stumbled across two passageways going left and right. He followed the right side where he was sure to find the northerners. The lack of Blackwell guards at this point meant they were too afraid to be anywhere near the captured men.