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 205
"Look at that, you even tremble like a cat after it comes out of the water."
"Killian, I swear I am not in the mood to hear you talking about a cat right now. I know you purposefully threw me in the snow," Amelia said, rushing to take off her coat now that they were back at the house.
Their fun was interrupted after Killian "accidentally" lost his balance and Amelia slid right into snow.
"It was truly a mistake but this was a good revelation that you are in need of new coats. You were trembling far before you reached the frozen river. Blackwells don't have high-quality coats," he said, picking up the coat she threw on the floor. The fur wouldn't be enough to deal with the coldness of the mountain or maybe Amelia just wasn't someone meant to be out in the old even for a second.