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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

Amelia sat on her grandmother's bed, watching as Margaret disappeared into her closet. "I would love to take something belonging to you to the north so that I have a piece of you there. How about that carriage you were going to give to me?" She asked.

"I have something better," Margaret returned with a stack of boxes.

"You should have let me help you," Amelia stood up to take the three boxes from her grandmother. "Did you pack rocks inside of these? Why are they so heavy?"

"You'll see soon. I've been making them for a while now and they've finally arrived today. Here. Open the smallest one first," Margaret sat down on the bed and handed Amelia the smallest of the three boxes.

Chapter 124