Chapter 62
A series of gasps were heard throughout the throne room from everyone belonging to the Blackwell kingdom. Only Killian’s men seemed to have predicted what he planned to do as he did not have to ask for the sword. Someone just threw it at him like they read his mind.
Amelia’s body trembled at the sight of Killian causally picking up Ricardo’s severed head from the floor and walking toward her with it.
"Here," Killian held out Ricardo’s head as if Amelia was supposed to take it.
Without giving him a response, Amelia began to leave the throne room with Cyrus right on her heel. Was Killian truly expecting that she would be grateful after watching such a dangerous act? As a princess, she never got to see such things and was only able to hear the men screaming the day her father used her as bait.
"What the fuck," Killian tossed the head off to the side causing the other court ministers to jump in fear when it rolled their way. The man he killed said something disgusting about the princess so he killed him. Shouldn’t she be thanking him right now? Why did she leave with that man right behind her?
Annoyed, Killian followed after Amelia to have a word with her leaving everyone in the throne room more confused than when they entered.
"Stop walking," Killian called out to Amelia when he caught her hurrying away, most likely to her bedroom. "You were just in the middle of a war. Don’t tell me you have never seen blood."
"We can’t all be like you who see blood every day, King Killian. My presence does not seem to be needed in that room since everyone is deciding what to do with my life. Please return, you have a lot to discuss with those men. Let go of me," Amelia halted when Killian grabbed her hand.
"She said to let go of her," said Cyrus.