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 258
"Keep your empty threats boy," Margaret replied, continuing to eat the well-baked bread.
Fraser glared at Margaret who never feared his words. She was old and at the end of her life, but she should still fear someone taking her life. "You always forget that you are no longer queen and there is respect owed to me as king."
"Respect is earned," Margaret answered. "You are hardly a king. It is more than just sitting on a throne and wearing a crown. I've yet to see you be a king to be given respect."
"I don't care about earning respect. As long as the crown is on my head, I am owed respect!" Fraser argued. It didn't matter if you liked him or not.
Margaret remained calm in the midst of Fraser's temper tantrum. "As a former queen, I am allowed to be harsh and judge what I see in you. You must remember that the crown can easily be taken off your head."
"Is that a threat?" Fraser spoke softly, ready to call for his guards.