Amelia smiled, enjoying the confusion on Fraser's face. It was what she had been looking forward to since she returned to this castle. "I wanted to see what the changes you made to this throne felt like. It was money wasted, in my opinion. I liked the old throne more. I think we should change it to how it was before."
There was something about the throne that was here before that she liked. Maybe it was because it was the throne she always imagined herself sitting on to rule.
Fraser wanted a cup of water so he could splash it on his face and wake up from whatever dream he had fallen into. Amelia could not possibly be sitting on his throne, telling him to change it and Amelia certainly did not have her guards standing in his throne room. Northern dogs did not belong in here.
"What are you doing, cousin? That is my throne, which you are sitting on in my castle. Get off of it now. Did you hit your head and forget that you are not to sit on my throne-"
