Chapter 41
"No, he most definitely would not keep a Blackwell on the throne if he kills my father. It wouldn’t be good for me or the kingdom if he puts one of his relatives on the Blackwell throne. There is also no guarantee that he would leave me alive just because he left me alive the first time. Why is life so difficult?" Amelia sighed as she walked through the halls.
"Why can’t you be born with a book that tells you what is needed to achieve what you want in life? Or better yet, why can’t my father just name me heir instead of entertaining the idea of making Fraser, king? Now I have to deal with Annabelle’s unborn brat."
Amelia didn’t like having a bad thought that Annabelle should lose her child but she truly wished the baby would be another girl. At least it would buy time for her father to pick an heir.
"Fraser is so clumsy he’ll trip and fall to die before he could sit on the throne long or I could simply kill him. If this kingdom has to engage in more war before there is peace, I hope the king of the north can get rid of all my enemies. Then, I might propose the idea of me marrying one of his relatives in order to keep Blackwell on the throne. Why on earth does everything have to end with me getting married?"
Amelia felt the need to fight the invisible person in front of her. Why could she only accomplish something through marriage? "Is having a penis truly the best thing in the world? I asked to learn sword fighting so that I could not be a royal who sits back while their people defend the land but my father disagreed. I could have tried my chances to kill Killian when he was so close to me."
"I would have died," Amelia admitted after a long pause. "But still, I would have gone out trying to kill our enemy."
Amelia sat down by a chair situated right under a window for her to look out at the land belonging to Margaret. "Killian Bune is somewhere out there plotting his next move and we have no idea where he is. My father is celebrating small victories while the king is able to do so much damage with a handful of me."
Amelia rested her head back against the chair as she thought about life in the castle. It wasn’t all rainbows and sunshine as the stories told to children. She had to constantly worry about the fate of the kingdom and her own life.
Outside of Gina and Cyrus, she was all alone in the castle, worrying about so many things she could not offer input on. A couple more weeks in the castle and she would certainly lose her sanity.
"What is that?" Amelia perked up when she saw a cart carrying something covered by cloth going in the opposite direction of Margaret’s home. She stood up to get a better look at what it might be.