Amelia contemplated if she truly wanted to deal with Fraser trying to show off that he was king of this castle as if she were not a queen. He could have greeted them and then come back to sit on the throne. She wasn't jealous or angry, like he wanted her to be. All she thought about was the fact that he was a fool.
"It is good to see that you are back at home, cousin," Fraser said, his eyes fixated on Amelia and the crown she wore. It was smaller compared to the one he wore on his head, and the jewels Amelia had could not compare to his own.
"It is somewhat good to see you, Fraser-"
"It is King Fraser now," Fraser corrected her.
