The Throne Is Mine N Chapter 68

Chapter 68: Chapter 68

"Can we have a peaceful dinner without discussing the throne, war, or anything else? I want to eat and return to my room quickly," Alia took a seat at the table.

"I’d like the sa," Margaret said. "There was too much noise in the castle. A mont of peace would be nice," she looked at Killian.

Killian sat down next to Alia. "As far as I am concerned my n have not caused any trouble. Most of them will depart for the north tomorrow so you will have your peace then. Try to hide your smile," he addressed the expression on Fraser’s face. "I don’t need an army to defend myself if you are thinking about attacking."

’Fraser would be a fool to try attacking Killian. Killian is much bigger than Fraser. Well, it would be good to be rid of my cousin,’ Alia quietly sipped on a cup of water.

"I did not think of attacking you. I am happy that the north and the Blackwells are on the path to peace. I cannot wait for my cousin to sit on your throne," Fraser blatantly lied.

"Is that so? I’m curious about the discussion you two had in the destroyed tower. Isn’t that a dangerous place to be?" Killian questioned.

"I went there to see the damage done and found Alia there. I’d like to say for future reference that cousins argue. I might bicker with my cousin but I still have a love for her. More than she can imagine. I hope that you will treat her well in the north," Fraser replied.

Killian picked up a cup of wine and swirled it around. "I did not ask for the extra part but sure. I have no intention of mistreating my future wife. She is now one of my people and I treat all of my people well. She is soone I would kill for if soone tries to harm her. Be it a common man or a king, they will et their end."

Fraser picked up that Killian knew he had gotten into an argunt with Alia in the tower. Alia had found herself two good northerners to keep her safe. There was a benefit to being a woman after all. Alia could flaunt her body and seduce all of these n. "I plan to be the sa when it cos to my future wife and queen," Fraser forced a smile.

"What will beco of

and my child?" Annabelle inserted herself back into the conversation. It seed like everyone had their futures sorted out while she was still concerned about her own. It wasn’t that long ago she was promised to be queen but Richard’s death left her position in the castle to be shaky.

"The castle will take care of the child. That is all," Margaret replied to Annabelle’s question. There was nothing more Annabelle should expect now that Richard was dead. He was the only person keeping her here. "You will live a quiet life from now on. Perhaps, not in the castle but a house can be given to you."

Annabelle smacked her hand against the tabletop. "I will not leave the castle. I’ve earned my right to stay."

"By getting pregnant?" Fraser chuckled. When would mistresses learn they were disposable? She should be thankful the castle would be generous to take care of her. That will change when he is made king. He did not view the child in her stomach as family. Instead, it was competition and he considered getting rid of it permanently. No one would care about what happened to Annabelle and her bastard.

"I carry a Blackwell in my stomach whether anyone present at this table likes it or not. Richard had good plans for this child and it’s a sha you are planning to send

away now that he is dead. This kingdom will fall," Annabelle boldly declared. Fraser will run them into the ground. Her child was their only hope. "You know I am right, Alia."

"Do not drag

into this. It wasn’t long before you were grinning and happy about the future my father was laying out for . I warned you many tis to not get attached to life in the castle. No one can change the fact that there is a Blackwell in your stomach but that child will not beco king. Please be satisfied with the money and shelter the castle will offer you. It is more than enough," Alia said.

Annabelle needed to stay quiet at a ti like this when she had no one to back her up and protect her child from anyone who disliked its existence. Fraser will get rid of it if Annabelle keeps trying to make the child take his place as king. Then Annabelle will be tossed out of the castle like the many mistresses before her.

"Can we please move on from this? Killian Bune is sitting here at the sa table as us and yet we cannot stop our argunts. Please let dinner go by quickly. Why isn’t the food being served yet?" Alia looked around to see where the maids with the food were.

"Why are you in such a rush dear?" Margaret watched Alia with amusent. She noted how Alia and Killian seed to be getting along well. ’The two of them will do great things for this kingdom,’ she thought.

"Nothing," Alia sank back in her chair. In the end, she decided to be patient and wait for dinner to go by as it normally would. Eventually, she would hear what secret Killian had to tell her.

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"Finally," Alia placed her knife and fork down on her empty plate. "It is ti," she turned to Killian.

"So it is. Lead

to a private spot where none of the people from your castle can see us," Killian placed his cup of wine down "This wine is dreadful. How could anyone possibly get drunk from this?"

"They’ve prepared one of the strongest wines we have to offer and you drink it like a fish in water. How on earth are you not drunk?" Alia couldn’t comprehend how he looked perfectly fine. "That’s a question to be answered another day. At least you’re not on the verge of passing out and we can still have our conversation."

"Grandmother, I will be returning to my room. I will visit you first thing in the morning to have a chat. Have a good night," Alia stood up from her chair.

"Alright, dear. It’s been a little while since we have gotten a chance to speak. I will have treats prepared for us," Margaret replied. "The two of you can run along to wherever you are going."

Margaret saw right through the fact that Alia was not going straight to her room. The girl practically jumped up and down in her chair from the mont she arrived and as they ate, Margaret noticed how Alia would keep glancing at the amount of food on Killian’s plate. Alia would smile when the plate was almost empty but then glare at him when he asked for more.

Killian stood up from his seat, quickly followed by Alia. "Good night Margaret," he bid goodbye to the only person left at the table that he found intriguing. "Let’s go before you drag

out."

"Grandmother, I cannot believe you are indulging this growing relationship between the two of them. He killed your son but yet, you speak so kindly around him. It feels like you treat him better than

and I am your grandson-"

"Fraser," Margaret cut him off. "Shut up. Prepare to be surrounded by tutors tomorrow to learn what you need to do as a king. Hopefully, it will not take us an entire year for you to learn how to be a king."

anwhile, Alia led Killian to her mother’s ruined tower as no one would be around it due to the damage from the fire and how dangerous it was to enter.

"Please tell

what it is now. I have been tortured by waiting long enough. What is the secret you have to tell ?" Alia asked before they could reach the tower.

"Are you prepared to run away from my side?" Killian walked with his hands placed behind his back. He anticipated how her curious expression would change in a matter of minutes. "It’s no secret the north is nothing like what you will find in this kingdom. We are special people who co from a place full of fire and one day, you will visit that place by my side. The majority of people from the north are demons and-"

"Demons," Alia chuckled. "Killian, I have no ti for jokes. Please tell

what you have been..." her words trailed off when his dark hair suddenly changed to white and his eyes were now a striking red color. "Demon," she mumbled in disbelief. How is it possible for Demons to exist?

"Is this the part where you run away?"

"No!" Alia exclaid as running away was the last thing she wanted to do right now. "There are so many questions I need to be answered but I do think I might pass out at any given mont."