“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
"You have called me here so early in the morning when I have not yet fed my wife. It is rude of you to be leaving already, don't you think?" Killian said, keeping his eyes on Margaret as she tried to leave. She was the mastermind behind all of this so she could not leave just yet. Not when he knew she was looking to go to Amelia.
"He is gone!" Remiel alerted the others when Killian vanished from the spot he previously stood. He wished Margaret and the others had listened to his ideas. Then they wouldn't have a demon doing as he liked in their temple.
Margaret halted when Killian appeared before her. Blocking her path to get out of the temple so she could go to Amelia. She reached into her hair for jewelry dipped in holy water.
"Protect lady Margaret!" Remiel yelled, rushing to be by her side.