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 211
"Killian!" Amelia exclaimed and tried to back away from him but there was still the wall behind her. She pushed his shoulders to stop him from biting her or whatever he intended to do. "What are you doing?" She asked, her voice laced with panic.
Killian snapped out of what had come over him when he noticed the fear in Amelia's eyes. "Shit," he muttered, pulling out of her and placing her feet down on the floor. He palmed his face as he tried to make sense of what was happening.
"Were you going to bite me?" Amelia asked, still in shock about it. She could handle the hair and eyes changing or even what appeared to be tiny horns on his head but it was taking a moment to process the fact it seemed like he wanted to bite her. Maybe it was something demons liked to do.
"Probably," Killian answered honestly. He wouldn't have grown fangs at the moment if he wasn't going to. He touched his teeth to see if they had gone back to normal. The fangs were no longer there.