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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

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Chapter 56

Amelia entered the courtyard alongside Killian and Cyrus. She was welcomed by the sight of Blackwell guards laying on the ground either unconscious, groaning in pain, or dead while others stood with their weapons thrown on the ground as they had given up.

Killian's men filled the castle and they were rounding up anyone they spotted to gather in the courtyard.

"Get your filthy hands off of me," Annabelle's voice was heard as a northerner pulled her by her hand into the courtyard. "I am pregnant. Release me you animal."

'She's bold to be throwing insults when they have the upper hand. Then again, she thinks my father is alive to save her,' Amelia thought. She would enjoy breaking the unfortunate news to Annabelle to watch all hope leave her eyes.

"Who are you?" Killian cast an uninterested look at Annabelle. "You speak as if you have some sort of authority."