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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 164

"You will go to bed faster if I help you. By now I thought you could trust that I have no intentions of bedding you. I will do nothing after helping you take off your dress," Killian said, watching Amelia from the chair which gave him a clear view of her struggling to get off her dress.

Amelia sighed, giving up her attempt to untie the back of her dress. It was tied as if she was never meant to take it off. She glanced at Killian eagerly waiting to help her. "Please help me," she said.

"See, that wasn't so hard," Killian said, placing his cup on the table as he stood up. He walked over to where Amelia stood to help her.

"Are you drinking alcohol again?" Amelia frowned.

"No. It is water. I don't plan on worrying you by constantly drinking alcohol even though alcohol doesn't have the same effect on me as it does with your kind. I am only drinking it less to please you."