The Throne Is Mine N Chapter 95

Chapter 95: Chapter 95

"Alia, I was starting to think you were not going to show up for breakfast again. Was there sothing wrong?" Margaret asked, deeply concerned for Alia. After their mont in her bedroom, she wanted to be around Alia more and check in when Alia was not present.

"No, everything is alright," Alia sat in her usual seat. "I needed to make a quick detour before coming. How are you, grandmother?"

"The stairs are a pain in the ass but I am not giving up my wonderful room. I’m seriously contemplating having soone lift

down the stairs or just enjoy eating in my room. No one would miss this old girl," Margaret replied.

Alia opened her mouth to reply when Fraser beat her to it.

"That is not true. I would miss you grandmother," Fraser said.

"Hmm. Like you have missed

in the past but never visited or sent

a letter? Let’s not lie to each other when we both know you want

out of the castle soon. I hope you are paying attention to your tutors," Margaret sternly said. "This kingdom does not need another fool on the throne."

"That fool was your son," Fraser replied, slightly annoyed with how Margaret referred to Richard. In Fraser’s eyes, Richard was a good king. His only mistake was not having enough guards around his bedroom. "King Richard was a good ruler and I am sure there are many people who thought the sa, grandmother."

Alia snorted, turning the attention to her. "I’m sure the few wealthy people who benefited from him turning a blind eye would say that."

"It’s my opinion," said Fraser.

Alia shrugged her shoulders and said, " Doesn’t an it doesn’t suck but sure, have your opinion. I’d like to ask for a favor from you, cousin."

Fraser sat up in his chair as it was not every day Alia wanted sothing from him. Perhaps she had now seen the power he was about to have within his hands and wanted to be friendly with him. "What is it?"

"Please keep your grandfather’s visits to the minimum. The truce with the northerners has not been written up yet even though I accepted Killian’s proposal. We can’t allow any and everyone to be inside. I suppose you would want to be the one to tell him to stop visiting for a while."

Fraser didn’t like Cedric but there was no denying he needed the connections his grandfather had. Fraser needed his grandfather to be nearby to tell him who he could trust in the castle. "He’s concerned about

and willing to be here in the face of danger. I can’t send him away just yet. Bare with it," he told Alia.

’I might just push him down the stairs if he cos to

again but alright,’ Alia thought.

Fraser and Cedric were playing the ga of using each other sooner than she expected. It might bring fantastic news of either one of them or both dying soon.

Looking away from Fraser, Alia briefly glanced at Annebelle’s empty seat. Normally she would take pride in sitting beside the king but these days, she was hardly seen around the castle.

’Did she give up trying to make her unborn child sit on the throne?’ Alia wondered. Annebelle was too determined for that to happen so if she had not given up, there was a glance she was hiding away plotting. ’I should leave before they all start trying to kill each other. I should have my grandmother return to her ho around that ti.’

"King Killian," Fraser stood up from his chair. "Nice of you to join us."

"Hmm," was Killian’s response. His gaze went straight to Alia who appeared the least bit interested in his arrival. "Good morning. Sorry to keep breakfast waiting."

"Don’t worry as Alia also had to take a detour and was late." Margaret was suspicious of the detour Alia took at first but from the annoyed expression on Alia’s face, it was evident she and Killian were not in a good place. Margaret wasn’t concerned about this as they were two different people quickly trying to get to know each other before marriage.

"Is that so?" Killian replied. Alia had left him behind with the man called Cedric so she should have been on ti for breakfast if she walked straight to the dining hall. Killian walked to where Alia sat and took a side beside her much to her annoyance.

"Cousin, you should greet the king and your future husband," Fraser spoke after Alia did not greet Killian as he and his grandmother did.

"I have already said good morning to him on my way here. I don’t think there is a need for

to say it again. Your grandfather was the one to hold us back and made us late for breakfast," Alia threw this out there to ss with Fraser.

"My grandfather spoke to the two of you?!" Fraser exclaid. He spoke with his grandfather last night and nothing about talking to Alia and Killian was ntioned. Fraser expected only Alia would be the only one talked to as they needed to be in on the plan to kill Killian. "What was said?"

"You don’t expect

to tell you what was said in a private conversation, do you?" Alia grinned, happy to see she had caught Fraser. She didn’t care if Cedric would tell Fraser about why her father hated her. No one could prove she was not a Blackwell. As much as she hated it, she resembled both of her parents. "I can only say I had a short conversation with him but Killian seed to have a lengthy one."

Fraser switched his gaze to Killian and tried to figure out what on earth his grandfather could wish to talk to Killian about. Was Cedric plotting behind his back? If Alia had not brought this up, Fraser was certain he would have never found out about this. ’I was right not to trust that old brute,’ he thought.

Killian found it amusing that Alia was not talking to him because he burned her candy but she had no problem using him to ss with her cousin.

"No more talking about people who are not here. Please serve the food," Margaret ordered the servants.

anwhile,

Sowhere in the king’s tower, a room was full of broken glass and torn clothes.

"Miss Annabelle are you alright?" A maid on the outside asked as the commotion had been going on for an hour.

"Shut up!" Annabelle yelled at the door and threw another vase at the door. Everything is ssed up," she grabbed handfuls of her hair and tugged on them. "Why why why," she kept repeating.

Late in the night, she was woken up by a pain in her stomach and then the bed felt wet. At first, Annabelle thought she had peed the bed but when she removed her sheets, blood stained her thighs, dress, and bed sheets. It was then and there Annabelle knew what had happened.

She wanted to yell for the castle doctor to be brought to her room but as soon as she laid eyes on what was to be her child amid the blood, Annabelle knew it was too late.

"What will happen to ?" She paced back and forth in her room. Richard was dead so there was no way for her to make another child. Now that she was not pregnant no one would see any reason to keep her around. Her miscarriage had screwed everything she had worked for.

Annabelle was so furious about her ruined future that she wrapped up everything in the bed sheets and tossed it into her fireplace. Since nightti, she had felt sick and sotis in pain but did not want to alert anyone of her miscarriage. She had to think quickly to devise a way to continue to live in the castle.

"I need a man with similar features to the king to get

pregnant but then the timing when the baby should be born will be off and I need to have a boy," Annabelle bit her nails.

It was not her ti to leave the castle just yet. She was never ant to leave. Annabelle had a goal to make her way up to the top and she was almost there. When Richard was alive, the image of her sitting on the throne alongside Richard was clear. Now it has faded away.

"Alia did this," Annabelle ca to the realization. She rembered Alia saying she would visit the temple to pray for a healthy baby girl. There was no doubt in her mind that Alia had brought this upon her. "I will get my revenge but first, no one must know I am no longer pregnant. It could work if my stomach keeps growing and I find a newborn to claim as mine but I will need soone on my side."

Once again, Annabelle had walked right into a dead end but this was not over. No one would ever make her leave the castle after she had co this far.