Chapter 61
The throne room immediately went silent when Killian entered with Amelia by his side. Amelia ignored the judgemental stares of the men who laughed at her when her father was alive. Now, they could only bite their tongues to hold back what they felt about her as it was obvious she had Killian’s support.
Killian led Amelia in the direction of the throne and she was certain he was going to make her sit on it but he didn’t. He stopped right before they could sit on it.
"It’s just a chair," he whispered to her. "Speak. What have all of you come up with? If it bores me, I shall kill the messenger."
"King Killian Bune," Fraser stepped into the middle of the room.
Amelia narrowed her eyes, confused by Fraser’s presence in the castle. He was not here when the north attacked the castle unless he had been secretly here. Or, someone sent it to him this morning and the northerners let him in.
To get her answer, she looked at the man beside her who would know everything. "Did you send for him or my cousin here all along?"
"How rude of you to interrupt his grand moment," Killian said but his smile said otherwise. He seemed amused that she had asked him a question when her cousin wanted the spotlight on him only. "He came to the gates pouring his heart out for me to have a word with him so I let him in. He’s one of the people to inherit the throne after all. Don’t worry, your future husband has something in mind."
’You’re not my future husband yet,’ Amelia thought but she was curious to see what Killian had in mind for Fraser. Looking back at where Fraser stood, obviously annoyed that Amelia and Killian were having a conversation when it was time for him to speak, she received a glare from him only for Killian to be greeted with a smile. ’Wow,’ was all Amelia could think at this moment.
"My name is Fraser Adams, your highness. My mother is the sister of the late king. Before my uncle was killed, he had many conversations with me about being his heir. The king left behind no heir as we are not certain what the child in his mistress’s stomach is. For now, I will become the next king of the Blackwell kingdom and I pledge my loyalty to the north. As king, I shall see to it that the Blackwells never attack the north," Fraser spoke with great confidence.