Chapter 289
Amelia smiled, enjoying the confusion on Fraser’s face. It was what she had been looking forward to since she returned to this castle. "I wanted to see what the changes you made to this throne felt like. It was money wasted, in my opinion. I liked the old throne more. I think we should change it to how it was before."
There was something about the throne that was here before that she liked. Maybe it was because it was the throne she always imagined herself sitting on to rule.
Fraser wanted a cup of water so he could splash it on his face and wake up from whatever dream he had fallen into. Amelia could not possibly be sitting on his throne, telling him to change it and Amelia certainly did not have her guards standing in his throne room. Northern dogs did not belong in here.
"What are you doing, cousin? That is my throne, which you are sitting on in my castle. Get off of it now. Did you hit your head and forget that you are not to sit on my throne-"
"The throne is mine, Fraser. It has always belonged to me. A real Blackwell, and one day it will have one of my children sitting here as its ruler," said Amelia, not planning to move at Fraser’s order. Her father made the big mistake of not giving the throne to her in the beginning.
Fraser chuckled, believing Amelia might have drunk something and stumbled into the throne room. Her guards were stupid enough to go along with it instead of taking her to her room. "You must have hit your head and drunk something you shouldn’t have. You have a throne in the north. Not as grand as this one, but it is better than nothing."
"I want that throne too. I want to rule both of them for now and then leave them to my children. I don’t dislike aunt Beth, but talk about her affairs makes me wonder if you are your father’s child. Beth was grandfather’s child from an affair and you are from your mother’s affairs-"
"You shut your fucking mouth," Fraser said with anger, pointing his finger at Amelia as he approached the throne. What stopped him were the northerners who stood at the bottom of the throne. They were ready to attack him like he wasn’t the king of the castle.
"You are not fit to rule as king. I am sure your grandfather, father, and mother know it, but they could all benefit from it, so they don’t want to tell you. Have you heard that Cedric jumped out of a window? Landed on rocks and injured his head. The maid that saw it said he spoke of something haunting him, and he didn’t look too good. My condolences," Amelia said, touching her chest.
It was good news to hear that Cedric was dead. That was one person out of the way for her to not deal with. She hoped that he was already suffering in the underworld.