The Throne Is Mine N Chapter 47

Chapter 47: Chapter 47

"Are you alright, Alia?" Margaret rushed to Alia’s side when she spotted her near the entrance to the dining room. She had been waiting to speak with Alia but Alia did not allow visitors.

"Yes, grandmother. I had a lot of ti to think I accepted everything that had happened while I was away. What do you think the cook will prepare for dinner?" Alia began to walk ahead of Margaret.

Margaret was confused by Alia’s calm behavior. Hours had passed since they learned her father had arranged for her to be married but it was not enough ti for Alia to have accepted leaving the castle. Sothing was fishy. "You can speak to , Alia. I won’t say anything. I can talk your father out of this."

"Nonsense," Alia rejected Margaret’s offer. ’I’m sorry, grandmother but I cannot tell you anything. He’s still your son,’ she thought.

Alia wanted to limit the plan to only her and Cyrus. Adding anyone else would only lead to the plan being exposed before it could happen. She trusted Gina and her grandmother but they would both try to talk her out of it and in the end spoil it sohow.

After conversing with Cyrus, Alia ca to the conclusion she would not create a loud fuss about the engagent but she would also not stay silent. She needed to be sowhere in the middle where suspicion could not be thrown on her and be nad one of the culprits.

Alia knew her father and Annabelle well enough to know they would ntion the engagent to get a certain reaction out of her. She would act surprised and hurt as if they had won. Nothing more than that. She could not storm off or ntion any plans to get out of the engagent.

"There is sothing going on and if I cannot know about it yet I will not push you to tell . Co to

when you are ready, Alia. I will always protect you," Margaret reminded Alia. She would never be Alia’s enemy.

Margaret did not want Alia to be sent off far away and regardless of if Alia wanted her to speak with Richard or not, Margaret had already planned to have a conversation with her son. It was ti they discussed the relationship between her son and granddaughter. She would not only allow Richard to walk away again without giving her a proper reason why he never treated Alia like his child.

’Is he foolish enough to think Anne had an affair? He is foolish,’ Margaret sighed as she realized this was Richard. No matter the resources she placed in front of Richard, he was still a big letdown. If only she had birthed another son who could have challenged Richard for the throne.

"We’re going to be late for dinner," Alia hooked her arm around Margarets.

"A royal is never late, Alia. They must wait on us to start," Margaret patted Alia’s hand. "I hope for a peaceful dinner but the castle is never peaceful."

"We can always ignore the others and just converse with each other. It’s not like my father and his mistress have anything worth hearing. I suppose you might want to hear about your new grandchild," Alia teased Margaret.

Margaret playfully pushed Alia away from her side. She did not want to hear about Annabelle and her unborn child. She imagined the many stories her son’s whore would have to tell her as soon as she sat down.

"Mother! You are still in the castle. This is unlike you," Richard stood up from his seat at the dining table when Margaret and Alia entered. "I’m happy to see you spending more ti in the castle. I have missed you."

"Surely you are not blind Richard. I did not enter the room alone," Margaret pinched his hand when he ca close enough. Not acknowledging his own daughter was wrong. He might not be in the best place with Alia but he should still greet her. "Don’t make

hurt you, son."

Richard cleared his throat and snuck a look at his daughter. Alia was also rude for not addressing the king when he entered the room. Yet, his own mother was on his daughter’s side. "Have you heard the news, Alia? I didn’t expect to see you at dinner. Ow, mother," Richard whined after Margaret pinched him again.

His mother treated him more as a child than the king.

"She had to get married at so point. As her father, I could not allow her to remain in the castle, chasing after pointless queens. Had Alia been more invested in marriage candidates than her hopeless dream to beco queen, we could have worked together to find her a good husband. I had to work alone. It wasn’t an easy decision," Richard dragged out the conversation as he awaited a reaction from his daughter.

Annabelle who had been sitting silently at the table stared at Alia in wonder. By now, there would be a smart or aggressive reply. ’Does she not think her father will marry her off? How delusional can she be? That’s why she should have kissed ,’ she grinned.

Margaret decided to take her seat while Richard continued to poke at Alia for a response. He was nothing more than a child trapped in a grown man’s body.

"Please take your seat so that dinner can start," Alia looked up at her father. "I’m hungry."

"What? Did you not hear a word of what I said?" Richard looked at Annabelle who was just as confused as he was. Where were her usual outbursts? He was ready to let her know her marriage would be final. She should be thankful he picked a good candidate. Now, there would a smooth pick for either Fraser or Annabelle’s child to be his heir.

"I’ve heard you loud and clear. What can say when you have already made up your mind for

to marry soone I do not know? Would my tears honestly change anything? Should I shed one?" Alia replied with a lack of emotion on her face.

No one at the table, not even Margaret, could read what Alia was thinking.