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 170
"What is this crap? You mean to embarrass me don't you?" Fraser yelled at his third tailor. No one could get the idea in his head created to his liking. They all presented him with an outfit similar to the ones past kings had when they were crowned king. He wanted to be different. He wanted to stand out. "Get out of my sight. How am I supposed to get my portrait done wearing this filth?" He asked, tossing the waste of material onto the floor.
"P-please allow me to fix it," the tailor said, getting down on his knees to apologize and pick up what he worked hard on.
"Fix it? You should be happy I don't have your head for wasting my time. Leave before I throw you in the dungeon," said Fraser.
Beth watched from the shadows as her son failed before he was crowned king. She waited until the tailor left before making her presence known. "Fraser, how many times must I tell you to control that temper? You are not making me proud when you act this way," she said.