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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 152

"Princess, your dress," Gina said, panicking at the sight of the mud on the bottom of Amelia's dress. She wasn't made aware they would be going through the mud to get to someplace that was on fire or she would have picked a totally different dress. One she would toss out after this trip.

Amelia looked down at her dress and her shoes which were the worst. The road to reach the other village was wet and with the mud being soft, they could not use the carriage to get there and since no one offered to fly, Amelia was walking behind Alastor. 

Nothing would stop her from seeing what was wrong with the village. Not even the cold water filling her shoes when she pressed in the mud with each step would make her turn back.