The Throne Is Mine N Chapter 59

Chapter 59: Chapter 59

’This is annoying,’ Alia thought.

As far as she was concerned, she had done nothing to interest Killian to be the one thing stopping him from burning their castle. It was putting a lot of pressure on her because when it ca to a man like this it was never easy to make him change his mind about destroying his enemies.

When word of this spreads, everyone will be pleading with her to marry Killian for the castle to have peace. Sowhere deep down Alia knew she would inevitably give in to what Killian wanted in order to keep her people safe. Her people mattered more than what she wanted anyway.

However, before Alia gave in there were so demands she wanted to be approved before she decided to give Killian her new answer. She always wanted to try offering him more suggestions other than the two of them getting married. The two of them had sohow been able to have a peaceful conversation last night and maybe they could have one again.

"King Killian, I would love to have a word with you after breakfast or whenever you are free," Alia spoke up. Once again when she looked in his direction she found him to already be watching her. Alia squird in her seat and looked away.

"It would have to be after we’ve spoken to your court ministers. They have all gathered and are waiting for us in your throne room. Eat up," Killian stood up from his seat. His eyes moved from Alia to Cyrus who looked at nothing but the princess in front of him. He left the dining hall without another word. After a long night, Alia would want a mont with her grandmother.

"Are you alright child?" Margaret spoke up when Killian left. She was still mindful of the northerners left in the room. They would relay every word to Killian later.

"Yes. No one hurt you right? Did my maid co to your room?" Alia had to make sure Gina was safe and sound.

"Yes. She is safe. She told

how brave you were to seek out Killian to have a word with him-"

"That’s suspicious," Annabelle interjected. She eyed Alia with hatred as she thought the princess had sothing to do with what was happening. "The king is dead and the king of the north has taken over our castle. It’s odd how you had the confidence to wish to speak with Killian Bune. When he announced Richard was dead you didn’t look surprised."

"Before you were brought where everyone else had gathered, I arrived with Killian Bune and he told

the news of my father’s death beforehand. Before you interject again, I exited my room when I heard the commotion and stumbled upon Killian Bune. I had nothing to do with what happened last night," said Alia.

"You don’t look saddened by your father’s death. You must be rejoicing right now."

"Stop it!" Margaret spat at Annabelle. "At a ti like this, you are going to argue with my granddaughter ? She pushed whatever fear she felt to the side and thought of her people. That is what a royal does and it is sothing you never understand. It is great for us that Alia surrendered to Killian. We were not ready last night."

"Thank you, grandmother. I do not wish to argue with you right now, Annabelle. Although I greatly dislike you, you are pregnant and you should not be dealing with this stress. Please eat and return to your room. We will soon find out about my father and what will beco of this castle."

"I need to be present when that conversation is started," Annabelle looked to Margaret for permission. She wanted to be sure her child would be nad Richard’s heir when it ca to whatever Killian had planned for the castle.

"You heard Killian a mont ago, didn’t you? We have no idea what gender the child in your stomach is unless you and my father were ssing around with witchcraft. If that is the case, the high priest will look to get rid of the child once it is born. You will be inford of what happens. Please eat breakfast and leave right after," Alia ordered Annabelle.

This wasn’t the ti for Annabelle to try securing her child as the future king. Her only backing was now dead and the court ministers were going to push for Killian to form a truce with Fraser. It would make Fraser the one to rule the Blackwell kingdom and keep a strong tie with the north.

Annabelle disliked the way Alia spoke as if she had any authority. Now that Richard was dead Alia was acting high and mighty, especially with Killian sharing that he was being peaceful because he was intrigued by Alia. "I will be there."

"I give up," Alia sighed. Annabelle was too stubborn to realize the gravity of the situation they were in.

Annabelle was trying to secure being the mother of the next king but it was clear Killian did not care about the unborn child in her stomach. If there was a chance Annabelle’s child would be a boy there were still many years before he could take the throne. Why was she expecting Killian would wait on the boy to beco king? He was going to pick soone of age right now.

Annabelle should be thankful there was a child in her stomach right now and pray that nothing would cause her to miscarry. Without the child in her stomach, Annabelle would be kicked out of the castle. The castle had no reason to house the mistress of a forr king.

Alia picked up her fork and began placing food on a plate. Not for herself but for Cyrus to eat sothing. After everything that happened yesterday, he did not have the chance to eat sothing properly, and then he stood by her door the rest of the night. "Eat this Cyrus," she pushed the plate to the side for him to take.

The northerners present in the room found it to be odd that the Blackwell princess was feeding one of their own instead of herself. Due to the fact they knew nothing about the relationship Alia had with Cyrus, they thought she was putting on a show to seem good in their eyes. It wouldn’t work.

"Have you lost your mind? You must have lost your mind if you are bold to offer him food that belongs to us," Annabelle glared at the northerner standing behind Alia. If they had to bla anyone for what happened last night it would be the only northerner free to walk around the castle because of Alia’s foolishness.

"Annabelle, please shut up." Alia was starting to regret not killing Annabelle long ago before she was pregnant. The poison Cyrus provided her would have made the job quick. "Eat, Cyrus. I will not eat until you have picked up the plate and started to eat."

"Thank you, princess," Cyrus picked up the plate. It was monts like this that made him loyal to Alia. She often cared about the people around her more than she cared for herself.

True to her word, Alia started to place food on her plate and then started to eat. There was nothing to gain from going back and forth with Annabelle when she would soon have to deal with Killian and the court ministers.

With nothing more to discuss, everyone else at the table ate in silence.

"I will walk with you to the throne room," Margaret said when she and Alia were finished with their breakfast.

Alia played with her fingers under the table, afraid to walk with Margaret when she had taken the life of her only child. The decision still remained in her head. Should she tell her grandmother what she did or let the secret be buried forever?

What if Killian would ntion he had nothing to do with her father’s death and then expose her? He had no reason to keep quiet about what he knew. Killian was in a position to get her to marry him even if she said no.

Alia stood up with a lot on her mind. She went to Margaret’s side and held onto her arm just as she always did as a child when she was worried about sothing.

"It will be fine, dear," Margaret patted Alia’s hand as they exited the dining hall to go to the throne room to hear what Killian and the court ministers had to say.

Cyrus quietly walked behind the two of them to offer protection.

"Do not look so guilty, child. You have done what I have always been a coward to do. If I was as brave as you, I could have put you and your mother out of misery sooner. As a mother, I would not have been able to bring myself to do it. Thank you for doing it for ," said Margaret.

Alia’s eyes widened as it was evident her grandmother knew who was the king’s killer but how?