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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 107

"Do not touch anything or our roles will reverse and it will be you worrying about me harming you," Amelia warned Loki. "What is left inside of this tower needs to be cherished. I will take the more important things in case anyone decides to empty this tour. A lot of her things have been moved to the hall for royalty. My doll," Amelia spotted a familiar toy she would play with. 

It was a small doll the size of her hand with similar features to Amelia. Anne would use it to tell stories of a princess who would one day become queen. 

She stood up from the bed to pick up the doll that lay under her mother's vanity. "You used to be so pretty. The dust has ruined you," she shook the doll and fanned the dust that came out. "A little bit of water will make you feel brand new. You can come with me. I need a basket," Amelia said as she looked around for something to hold the things she would take.