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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

Violet_167 · Fantasie
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356 Chs

Chapter 70

"Cyrus, I swear if you let this put a wedge between our friendship I will have Gina annoy you," Amelia threatened him. "I am not the least bit afraid of you nor am I upset that you didn't tell me about it. We're all allowed to have our little secrets. Please look at me."

Cyrus slowly turned his gaze back to Amelia. There were many humans who could handle learning the existence of demons and not panic. He figured Amela was pretending not to be scared so that he wouldn't distance himself from her. "I did not want to scare you."

"Well obviously. Strangely, there are scarier things in this castle that make me not afraid of what you are. You know too much about me for me to end our friendship now. You are stuck with me," Amelia smiled.

"What torture."

"Hey!" She exclaimed and playfully marched over to poke him. "Being in my presence is a gift. Would you prefer to be around Fraser? You probably would have made a run for it out of the castle."