Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne

#Chapter 2 Anyone meet Prince William?

“Doris!”

Doris slipped a little when she went to step out of the bathtub. The bathroom door slammed opened and she barely had the chance to cover herself before the shouting continued.

“Where on earth have you been all night? Do you even realize how many miles I walked searching for you—“ Beth held her tongue when she took in the sight of Doris shivering. A small sense of relief bloomed inside Doris to see her best friend stand before her, the look of anger melted off her roommates features and formed into concern. “What—why are you bathing now? The water must be freezing!”

Beth stepped closer, Doris shakily stepped out of the tub entirely and tried to ignore the water that dripped from her skin as she tied her towel around her. It formed a puddle at her feet, one she would have to clean later. What a ridiculous thing to worry about after what happened to her last night.

Absently, she touched her long brown hair and made sure it still covered the mark on her neck from Beth’s view.

“I felt…” Doris hesitated, her voice sounded hollow to her own ears. Numb. “Tainted.”

“Tainted?” Beth’s brows furrowed. “Doris…what happened?”

“I…” Her voice cracked, Doris almost flinched from the sound. She couldn’t possibly tell anyone what happened yet. The words burned on her tongue as if they were poison, she closed her eyes and tried to banish the images of the night before from her mind.

Your voice is all hoarse and scratchy.” Beth grabbed another towel to soak up the puddle at her feet.

up crying all night. She couldn’t have just returned to her room after what Prince William did,

you come back last night?” Beth continued, seemingly distracted with her own

of Prince William. Her skin still burned from his hands, she could still feel his lips on her neck and she felt… ruined. On the inside and outside. Never before had she been touched in such a way, she

here to let you know Mr. Carson came by the servants’ quarters

Doris almost squeaked. “Why would he be

don’t be late.” Beth picked up the wet towels and carried them

it because of last night? Had he seen her and pretended he didn’t? Doris picked at her

had been looking forward to since she was 16 years old. The day she might finally be allowed to leave the Palace was still a faraway dream, but one she held on to. Five long years were spent quiet yet dedicated to serving the Royal House Arnold as best she could. Five long years inside the castle—of being told what to do and who to serve. She always made

be foolish enough to think she could one day be free? Why did she ever allow herself to dream of another life when being a maid

crowd. Whispers of gossip and quiet wonders of why they were gathered, Doris only

the sight of her. She was only two years older than Doris, yet charmed her way into the position as the head of maids. Many of the others liked to claim it was because of her beauty, while Melody’s friends said it was because she was smart and sociable. Doris begged to

you’re late.” Beth whispered as she grabbed ahold of her arm and dragged Doris to the empty spot beside her. Reluctantly, Doris smiled at Beth and tried to blend into the eager crowd. She was surprised to see everyone else so awake when all she felt was exhausted. Though, she doubted

met the eyes of Mr. Carson when they swept across the room. The sight alone made her body shiver, she looked down at her hands in fear he might remember her from the night before. Had he been staring at her this whole time? Was he here because of

finally spoke. The crowd quickly simmered into silence. “The Golden Palace appreciates all of the hard work each of you put into Prince