Ill fate.

BETROTHED TO THE CROWN PRINCE.

CHAPTER 7.

ALFRED’S POV.

“Fight for the throne, become the king, and make me your queen?” She asserted and my both eyes widen in shock.

“Huh?” I questioned my eyes widen in shock, and I felt as though they were going to jump out of their socket.

Did I really hear her? Did she say I should do that, how can she even assert something like that to me?

I scoffed and chuckled dryly, my eyes fixed on her body, piercing and burning her deeply.

“How can you even think of that Amy? I asked with a scoff and she narrowed her eyes at me, and further scoffed.

“What else do you think of Alfred? How else do you want to keep me?” she inquires with a scoff and my heart misses a beat.

What the hell is Amy saying? How will she even think of that?

“How would you even think of that Amy?” I finally questioned as I felt her countenance change.

“That is the only way Alfred, that is the only way to keep me.” she further asserted, and I stares at her, I didn't