The Throne Is Mine N Chapter 284

Chapter 284: Chapter 284

"What are you on about now, child? Your mother was not killed. She got sick and died. I had let you continue to search for evidence that she was killed so that when you ca to the realisation that she was just sick, you would let go of this. You cannot continue to push the matter that your mother was killed. Let the woman rest," said Margaret.

Alia wished her mother was here right now instead of hiding because of what she beca. Today was the best day to have those who hard her mother killed even if it was her grandmother.

"I was by my mother’s almost every day. She was always wary about the food and sotis would not let

eat it. Being queen does not make anyone safe. There are plenty of people in the castle who wanted her dead. Father’s mistresses, the n in the court, and you," Alia said, releasing her dress as she cald her emotions.

"Don’t be preposterous. I loved your mother. If I didn’t, she would not have been queen for so long. It is better to point fingers at your father," Margaret said, moving to take a seat since her feet started to hurt from how long she had been standing around.

Margaret was awake long before the sun rose to start her plans to get Killian. She had much to tell her family about a demon stepping foot into a temple and not burning or being affected by holy water.

"I once thought it might have been my father, but he was too obsessed with my mother to kill her. He didn’t cry when she was buried and he didn’t honor her when the ti ca around to celebrate her, but he did not kill her. He would rather her watch him take other won and to hurt her, further he would have used

or killed Leonard," Alia said.

Margaret froze in her seat. There was no one but her, Richard, Anne, and Leonard who knew of the complicated relationship. "Who told you about your mother and Leonard?"

"That is not important," Alia said, refusing to expose Leonard. "Like everything else, I was left in the dark. What is important is that I don’t believe my father killed my mother. Honestly, he was never so smart to plot to kill his wife and get away with it. He knew not to upset the kingdom with her death."

"Did you know that my mother wrote books of her ti in the castle?" Alia asked, testing to see her grandmother’s reaction.

"She would not be the first queen to do it," Margaret calmly answered, despite the fact she was surprised to hear about the books everyone wanted to find. There was no way Alia should know about it.

Margaret had asked Alia about the things her mother left behind, and there was never any ntion of books. She doubted Alia hid the books, knowing the tales they contained. Alia was always unaware of the battles among her family and the rest of the castle.

"There were so interesting things in those books. Imagine my surprise when I read them-"

"Do not try to bait , child. I know you. I have taught you these tricks. Whatever you are looking to hear from

will not co out of my mouth. You are starting to act like Fraser. Thinking you can fool ," Margaret chuckled. The castle was searched high and low for those books, but they were never found.

Margaret didn’t know who was revealing all of these secrets to Alia, but she doubted Alia had found her mother’s books. It seed that Alia believed she had them. Margaret would rather those books not be found at all. Those secrets Anne wrote about should be left alone, wherever she hid them.

The answer that Margaret gave confird to Alia that there was sothing about her grandmother in those books. What was it that she could not get out of her grandmother’s mouth?

Alia decided to take a risk to let Margaret know she had the books and get a better reaction. "I know about my mother and the witches who raised her," she revealed.

Margaret tensed up hearing this. "You-" She began but stopped herself.

"And you knew about it clearly. It wasn’t long ago that you ntioned you are not fond of witches and that you had one trapped to get spells from. You might have loved my mother in the beginning, but once you learned who raised her, I can only imagine how furious you might have been. A child raised by witches sitting on the Blackwell throne. You must have tried to strangle my father, didn’t you?" Alia smiled.

She had managed to catch her grandmother off guard for a second, but it was enough for her to start finding the truth.

"You hate my husband so much because he is a demon, and you want to cleanse . Did you ever let my mother know about witches and wanting to cleanse her? Or did you plan to do it without telling her? It just amazes

how you point fingers at demons when the priests seem to be a group of people who cause pain to their own kind. The only cleanse that needs to happen should be in the temple-"

"The priest has been helping our kind for years. Long before you and I existed. They have gotten rid of evil, keeping you and

pure. If you had listened to , there would still be so hope for you," Margaret said, looking down at Alia’s hands, which seed normal. "You have let that man fool you. He bedded you and filled your head with lies. Why did you make it so easy for him to fool you?"

"I am not going over my feelings for Killian with you again. Tell

who killed my mother. I do not want to resort to tricks that will leave you alone with either a demon or a witch in this room. If you wish to not ruin our relationship any further, tell

the truth now. Stop keeping secrets from

and go back to being my grandmother, whom I could lean on," Alia pleaded. She did not want to be fighting with the one relative she cared for in this castle.

Margaret failed to realise how this affected Alia. Her hatred was always toward her father, but now she started to see that the person who was always there with arms wide open might be the one to take away her happiness.

Seeing that everything was starting to be out in the open and Alia knew more than she should, Margaret decided to be honest. "What happened to your mother was the temple’s decision. I had nothing to do with it. She needed to be cleansed, and she refused it. All she had to do was let them make her pure again."

"The priests did it," Alia trailed off as she fell into shock.

Not her grandmother, not her father’s won, or the n in the court, but the priests? The sa priests who would pray for the people and, as her grandmother claid, protect them?

The priests who were to have a kind heart killed her mother because she did not want to sever the ties she had to the witches who raised her. How could the priests still see themselves as good people in all of this?

While Alia was lost in the truth, Margaret touched a small bottle filled with holy water she had hidden in the long sleeve of her dress. It was too late to save Alia since she was tainted by Killian.

It wasn’t easy to harm her beloved granddaughter, but she could not let Alia be turned into a demon and rule this kingdom.