The Throne Is Mine N Chapter 42

Chapter 42: Chapter 42

"Grandmother, I think it would have been better if we took a simple carriage and disguised ourselves," Alia said as she looked out the window at the many people gathering around the carriage. She wanted to et everyone but before that, she also wanted to enjoy a few gas without being watched and eat food without being judged.

"Do not worry dear. After a quick hello, everyone will give us space to enjoy ourselves. I’ve been out many tis. Hello!" Margaret waved to the people as she passed by. "Relax your shoulders a bit."

"I can’t help it. I do not get the chance to go out like this these days. It’s terrible how royals could be so far away from their people," Alia sadly spoke. She couldn’t leave the castle too much because of danger and the only way she got to mingle with her people daily was through the temple.

"It cannot be helped, Alia. I am able to do it because I no longer live in the castle and I have no responsibilities keeping

from visiting our people."

"What responsibilities does a princess have? To sit and look pretty? To marry a prince from a foreign land to help build truce and end wars? I have nothing to do but look forward to a future soone has planned for ," Alia muttered.

"Your anger is the fuel you need to change your future, Alia. Isn’t that what you have been trying to do for the last couple of years? You are fighting for your future more than I did when I was chosen to marry the king. Your efforts will not be all for nothing, Alia. Listen well, it is not only the king you need to prove as a worthy ruler. It’s the people," said Margaret.

"What had Fraser ever done for the people in this kingdom?" Margaret asked.

"Nothing," Alia honestly replied. Fraser was only good at spending money to look good. "He’ll cry if he learns you don’t think he would make a good ruler. You shouldn’t play favorites with your grandchildren. That’s part of why he hates ."

"That boy is hardly my grandchild. His mother is not my child. You have what Fraser doesn’t. A connection to the people. They nearly stord the castle when they heard rumors your mother was actually murdered and the truth was being buried. Continue to be a royal who deeply cares for your people and you’d be surprised how much they will shake the castle until you are nad queen."

"That is lovely but I wouldn’t want anyone to get hurt while trying to make

queen. It is hard to swallow that I will not be on the throne with Fraser and now Annabelle’s child. I can only marry soone with influence in the castle and help the kingdom. Either that or kill other heirs," said Alia. She was seriously starting to consider killing her three problems. Her father, Fraser, and Annabelle.

"I can always help you if needed," Margaret smiled even though they were talking about killing her own child. "I love my son but as a forr queen, I love the people more. If I was able to have another son, I would have long killed your father and placed my other son on the throne."

Alia couldn’t fathom how Margaret could easily consider killing her only child. It was different for her considering she did not have a good relationship with her father so seeing him die wouldn’t hurt her. Margaret on the other hand at least had a relationship with her son. The way her father treated her was what created the biggest issue between her grandmother and father.

"About ti that the carriage stopped. Rember this place, Alia? You loved the pastries from here so much that I had to send soone to ring so for all your birthdays. The baker must think you have fallen out of love with his bread because we have not sent for it in a while. We will visit here first. Thank you," Margaret thanked the coachman for opening her door.

"It is Margaret Blackwell and the princess," Alia heard the people start to whisper.

"Princess," one of Margaret’s guards offered his hand for Alia to carefully step out of the carriage.

"Thank you," she accepted his hand and stepped out of the carriage. Alia was imdiately greeted by happy expressions from everyone who was excited to see the princess. "It is nice to see everyone again," she greeted the crowd.

Now that she was on the outside, Alia forgot about everything she was previously talking about with Margaret. It felt good to be around people who genuinely cared for her unlike everyone in the castle who ignored her because her father showed her no interest.

"You have gotten so tall, princess."

"She looks just like her mother."

"Co try what my family is selling. It’ll be better than the food in the castle."

Alia didn’t know which way to look as everyone spoke at the sa ti. Each way she turned there was soone offering her kind words and it beca so crowded that Margaret’s guards had to surround the two royals in case anyone tried anything stupid.

"One at a ti, please. I wish to greet all of you and have fun together," Alia spoke loudly, hoping everyone would be able to hear what she said.

"Alright now," Margaret clapped her hands to gain everyone’s attention. The crowd went silent as they wanted to hear what the forr queen had to say. "Let’s make so room for Alia to visit all the stalls and buy so of what everyone has to offer. We need so room to make sure she isn’t hard."

Alia was in awe of how Margaret easily commanded the crowd and gained their attention by just clapping her hands. As Margaret requested, the crowd stepped back a little bit to give them so space to visit the baker first. "How much cooler can you get, grandmother?"