Chapter 57
"You wouldn’t be able to understand what I have been going through. It must have been easy for you to become king simply because you wield a penis. How wonderful," Amelia muttered.
"I had to kill someone and then I became king. See, we’re a match made in hell," Killian stated, proving why it made sense for them to be married.
"You had to kill someone?" Amelia repeated the words slowly. Nowhere in their books about the north did she read about him having to kill someone to become king. They should be able to know about something like this unless all the books about the north weren’t public. "Wasn’t your father the previous king?"
"Just because I’m a man doesn’t mean things were easy for me but I understand how much harder it must have been for you. If I was in your position, your father and all his followers would have been long dead."
"How long have you been in the castle? How long have you been watching me? I’m certain I heard your voice when I was with my grandmother," Amelia said as she wanted to get to the bottom of it.
How on earth was Killian able to get into the castle without anyone noticing him? How could anyone miss his tall frame and his long dark waist length hair tied in a ponytail? No one else in the castle fits this description.
She was even more curious to know where Killian was when she killed her father. Why wasn’t he blackmailing her with what he knew? Why didn’t he stop her to get the satisfaction of killing her father with his own hands?
Amelia could not understand the way Killian’s mind worked.
"A little after dinner. That is when your guards became easy to slip by. How the Blackwells were able to win wars is beyond me or was it your incompetent father who ruined your good name?" Killian wanted to go with the latter after he remembered the bait with Amelia.