The Throne Is Mine
Chapter 95

Chapter 95: Chapter 95

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

"No, everything is alright," Amelia 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 someone lift me down the stairs or just enjoy eating in my room. No one would miss this old girl," Margaret replied.

Amelia 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 me in the past but never visited or sent me a letter? Let’s not lie to each other when we both know you want me 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 same, grandmother."

Amelia 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.

Amelia shrugged her shoulders and said, " Doesn’t mean 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 Amelia wanted something 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 me and willing to be here in the face of danger. I can’t send him away just yet. Bare with it," he told Amelia.

’I might just push him down the stairs if he comes to me again but alright,’ Amelia thought.

Fraser and Cedric were playing the game 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, Amelia 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?’ Amelia 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 home around that time.’

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

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

"Don’t worry as Amelia also had to take a detour and was late." Margaret was suspicious of the detour Amelia took at first but from the annoyed expression on Amelia’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. Amelia had left him behind with the man called Cedric so she should have been on time for breakfast if she walked straight to the dining hall. Killian walked to where Amelia sat and took a side beside her much to her annoyance.

"Cousin, you should greet the king and your future husband," Fraser spoke after Amelia 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 me to say it again. Your grandfather was the one to hold us back and made us late for breakfast," Amelia threw this out there to mess with Fraser.

"My grandfather spoke to the two of you?!" Fraser exclaimed. He spoke with his grandfather last night and nothing about talking to Amelia and Killian was mentioned. Fraser expected only Amelia 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 me to tell you what was said in a private conversation, do you?" Amelia 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 seemed 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 Amelia 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 Amelia was not talking to him because he burned her candy but she had no problem using him to mess with her cousin.

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

Meanwhile,

Somewhere 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 messed 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 me?" 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 nighttime, she had felt sick and sometimes 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 me 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 time to leave the castle just yet. She was never meant 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.

"Amelia did this," Annabelle came to the realization. She remembered Amelia saying she would visit the temple to pray for a healthy baby girl. There was no doubt in her mind that Amelia 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 someone 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 come this far.