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#DARK
#DEVIL
#POSSESSIVE
#HISTORICAL
#KILLER
#ROYALFAMILY
#POWERFULCOUPLE
#ENEMIESTOLOVERS
#TWISTED
#PRINCESS

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

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356 Chs
#DARK
#DEVIL
#POSSESSIVE
#HISTORICAL
#KILLER
#ROYALFAMILY
#POWERFULCOUPLE
#ENEMIESTOLOVERS
#TWISTED
#PRINCESS

Chapter 78

"I think your people might like me a little bit more if they found out I wasn't the one who killed their king," Killian playfully smiled while Ameli and Cyrus glared at him. "If not me, who do you think they will point fingers at for the king's death? The new king? The court ministers? I wonder who could be the culprit."

"Please shut your trap," Amelia muttered, tempted to throw something at him but she refrained from doing so. He was being playful but he was dangerous. Still, she understood why her first instinct in the past was to throw her shoe at his face. "We are not in the privacy of our rooms to talk about such a thing."