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 342
"How is me laying with you going to help change the room, Killian? Have I been tricked? Did I let you in here to help me only to lay in bed with you?" Amelia asked.
She didn't mind it since she missed being able to have a peaceful moment with Killian like this since they came to this castle. Amelia didn't have to run off to do something or worry about someone. The north was more peaceful even with all the demons inside it and she missed that feeling.
"It is better for you to lay around and think about how you want to change the room instead of standing around. From here, you have a good view of the room and you won't have to keep turning around. From here, I can see that we should have a mirror-"
"It is not going to happen," Amelia said, turning down the idea of the mirror once more. "What if it were to suddenly drop while we are sleeping? As skilled as you are, I fear there might come a time when you won't be able to catch it in time."