The Throne Is Mine N Chapter 17

Chapter 17: Chapter 17

"You can’t return to the castle without any shoes on. Please take mine," he continued to take off his shoes to offer her. Wearing his boots was better than appearing barefoot.

"Cyrus, I just t king Killian Bune. My appearance should be the last thing anyone worries about. You are not going to win this one Cyrus. It’ll just be us returning to the castle both barefoot. It’s ti we return so that I can have a little chat with my father," she walked back to the horse Killian gave her.

The poor horse would be killed if she took it back to the castle. Her father wouldn’t want even an animal belonging to his enemy being fed in his castle. "I release you before we enter the castle," she promised the animal. "Hopefully I can save one more life."

"We can remove the saddle on the horse and claim it to be a wild horse we found. When we release it, there’s no telling what kind of owner it might find. Death might be better than a horrible owner."

"I could claim it to be my new horse but my father wouldn’t care. He killed my pet cat in front of

before. I’ll take a risk and claim you as my own. Let’s go ho."

Cyrus hoisted himself up on the horse first then held out his hand for Alia to take for him to pull her up.

Alia was suspicious of this considering his arms were supposed to be hurting. She saw how large the teeth on each wolf were and knew he should be in a great amount of pain. Still, she ignored it, for now, accepting his help considering they had more pressing matters to deal with.

Alia sat in front of Cyrus while he took control of the horse to get them back to the castle safely. He wasn’t going to allow there to be another instance where he wouldn’t be able to protect her. Once was already bad enough.

The pain in his arm had decreased which ant the wound had started to heal on its own. He couldn’t risk Alia finding out the secret of the people from the north so it was best he didn’t let her see it. Cyrus would do like he always did which was hurting himself to make it look like he still had an injury up until it was the normal ti it would heal for humans.

He was glad Alia respected his privacy and didn’t push the matter of wanting to see his wounds any further. Luckily, the castle doctor wouldn’t treat anyone from the north therefore there was no one else to check his wounds.

The ride back to the castle was a long quiet one. Alia wanted to save her breath until it was ti for her to see her father. If she could, she wanted to slap him for involving her in sothing so stupid and risky.

It took them two and a half hours to get back to the castle on the horse. The passing guards were confused by their princess returning back on a horse without any shoes on. She always left and returned in a carriage surrounded by more than a dozen n to keep her safe. Her bodyguard had blood strains and ripped-up clothes which ant they must’ve been attacked.

Alia kept her head high even with her disheveled appearance. She wasn’t going to allow what happened to her to make her less dignified than she always was. Not when her father set her up. It was always a ga between the two of them that she planned to never lose.

The mont she let her father see he was getting the best of her, Alia considered herself to be the loser.

If he thought she was going to co crawling back to him with teary eyes after the crap she just had to endure, her father was sadly mistaken.

"Princess!" Guards ran to her side to help her off the horse. They were startled to see her appearance and the blood on her bodyguard.

"Leave

be," Alia said to all of them as she got off the horse on her own. She didn’t wait for Cyrus to get down to walk with her and proceeded to search for her father. "Keep an eye out for danger outside the castle gates," she ordered the guards.

The ground was hot thanks to the scorching sun but her anger made her unable to release how much she would regret walking around with no shoes later on.

"Princess!" Ginna cried running outside to greet Alia. Her eyes were red and swollen.

"Why are you crying? I just got back. Has word of what happened spread around already?" Alia found it to be impossible for Gina to know what happened already.

"The head maid tried to make

serve Annabelle while you were away. It was torture. Why are you not wearing any shoes?" Gina asked, looking down at Alia’s feet. "Do you wish for

to pass out Alia? Cause I will. Explain please."

"I’ll explain it to you later. Bring

a pair of shoes quickly and tell

where is my father?"

"The king? He’s still in the throne room. After a while, I think he had drinks for himself and the n of the court. Please don’t start anything with him-and she’s gone," Gina sighed as Alia walked past her. With Alia gone, she noticed Cyrus with blood all around his shoulder. "Why are you hurt?"

"Please get her shoes quickly," Cyrus ignored her first question. There was no ti for chit-chat when Alia was storming off to see her father.

"I was just looking out for you," Gina muttered, hurrying off to find a pair of shoes for Alia. "Please don’t let it be a serious argunt between Alia and the king. The day started off so good," she said until she rembered Annabella announced she is pregnant. "Maybe not that good.