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 144
"I am finished," Amelia said, placing her knife and fork down on the empty plate. "It was delicious. Please tell the cook," she informed the maid who had brought her food. "I will retire to bed now. Goodnight Alastor," she stood up from her seat.
Amelia rolled her eyes when Killian stood up along with her. He barely touched the food on his plate and should have left the table long ago. Still, she wouldn't mind his company back to the room.
Amelia took in the beauty of the castle with the lanterns lighting up the halls. "Your castle is quite beautiful. I don't think I have complimented it enough."
"Thank you. The people we stole it from had a good eye," Killian replied.
At this point, nothing that came out of Killian's mouth stunned her at this point. She had a feeling that a bunch of demons had not built this from the ground up. The Blackwell was so close by that it could have been their castle Killian stole.