"All I desire is a husband who can sit pretty on the throne beside me and keep his mouth shut while I rule. You don’t fit the criteria, Killian. I am not looking for a warrior," Amelia turned away from him, wishing to put some distance between the two of them. Not allowing her to run away once again, Killian grabbed her hand as gently as he could to keep her still."When the men at court point their swords at your neck, princess, you’ll need a warrior by your side instead of a puppet. You won’t be able to get rid of me so easily, Amelia. Not when I have made up my mind to have you." "I am not something for you to simply ha, ve Killian," Amelia replied, even though her words didn’t match what she was feeling. Her heart fluttered for a brief moment at the thought of becoming his woman. "Aren’t you? The men out there seem to be putting a good price on your future. Become my wife, and I will become your weapon. I will make sure you have any throne you desire. Why must you continue to fight the truth that you want me just as much as I so desperately want you?" Killian stared down into her eyes, waiting to see if she was going to deny the obvious attraction they shared. "I-I can’t. You are my enemy." "Marry me and become my queen instead," Killian proposed.