“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
Time passed and without Killian having to help her, Amelia had fallen asleep with her on her own. In the middle of them talking, Killian realized her voice got quieter and eventually she stopped replying to him. It was either the exhaustion from their intimacy or her finally having a moment to rest after a busy day.
Killian wasn't in need of the rest like Amelia was as time was different for his kind. He found himself unable to leave the bed to at least get something to drink. Amelia's head was pressed against his chest, her left arm on his stomach, and her left leg thrown over his legs.
One of the two of them would be quite embarrassed in the morning while the other would find full enjoyment in it. Amelia had laid her head against his chest once before when she was deep in sleep and looking for something to get close to but it was never like this.