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 264
Amelia was ready to argue with Killian for going against her wishes, but when she looked down at him lying on the snow, she forgot what she wanted to say. Killian was like a beautiful painting that many would like to get their hands on. She truly believed that it should not be fair for someone to be so good-looking, but then again, she got to admire the man beneath her.
Killian wondered what was wrong with her delayed reaction to scolding him. "You are missing the part where you scold me for not walking. What happened?" He asked, taking up a long strand of her hair to kiss. Amelia would never fail to have unpredictable moments.
"What?" Amelia slowly answered, snapping out of the trance Killian had unintentionally placed her in. "You are really handsome while surrounded by snow. Your hair blends in with it. You haven't changed the color since I told you that I preferred white. Just this once, I will let you get away with not walking."