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“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.”

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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.”
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The Throne Is Mine

"Richard," Annabelle looked to Richard for him to stand up against his mother. He was the one with the authority. He should not allow his mother to waltz in and act like she was still the queen.

"Annabelle, I think it's best that until everyone has calmed down you should return to your room. It is not good for you to be stressing yourself out and walking around so much. I will visit you after dinner is over," Richard replied without looking in Annabelle's direction.

"Richard. I am carrying your child. I am already seated at the table and there is no need for me to have to leave. We have all finished talking and I am sure the rest of dinner will be peaceful. Lady Margaret," Annabelle turned from the king to his mother. "I apologize for upsetting you. My toes are sore and I am unable to walk. Please let me stay."

Chapter 50