Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne

#Chapter 12 This doesn’t feel right.

Doris followed them out silently, her cheeks still burned against the cold air. Prince William’s footman led them towards an area neither of them recognized.

“Where are we going? Melody asked.

“We’re going to Prince William’s bedroom, my lady.” He responded.

Melody looked even more surprised than Doris felt. Everyone in the palace knew that Prince William never brought a woman back to his own bedroom. He usually slept with them in one of the many guest bedrooms in the castle. Tonight it seemed he was ready to show just how much Melody truly meant to him. Doris felt her stomach turn at the thought. Why did she even care? Perhaps this would brighten Melody’s mood for once towards Doris.

“Oh! Yes, good… lead the way.” Melody’s excitement caused her to stumble over her own words like a lovesick fool. Doris refrained from rolling her eyes.

“You must be so disappointed, aren’t you?” Melody whispered after a few moments of silence. Doris furrowed her brows in confusion until she continued. “Weren’t you the one that asked me not to lower myself? And look where we’re headed, to his personal bedroom. Am I too low for him now?”

“Of course not.” Doris looked away quickly incase the truth showed in her eyes. How would she act if she knew Doris had never given Peter the tip?

stupid advice.” Melody gripped Doris’s chin so she would look at her. “Did you hope I would’ve been ignored by the prince?

applied more force. “Tonight, you’ll hear exactly who he chose to be in his bed.” She released her chin and kept walking. If only Doris was allowed to throw the bag of gold at Melody’s face to show that her advice was right and Melody was the one that had

She couldn’t tell if it meant she wanted

ever seem, her eyes grew wide as she took in the detail. The dark ceilings stretched far above similar to the one in the library, he had a huge fireplace with a warm fire already started. Velvet couches, a dining area, doors that must have led to his closet and bath room. It was all so… grand. Her eyes drank in the detail of his private room. Many maids had always wished to see what his private bedroom looked like and it did not disappoint. She dragged her gaze over to the large feathered bed

breath at the sight of him, Prince William was propped up against his headboard with a book grasped in his hands. He looked relaxed, calm and so unlike everything he was outside of this room. He lazily flipped the pages as he read, his white untucked shirt rode up high on his firm stomach and she tried to tear her eyes away from the sight. He looked… so gentle in this moment. Doris watched as he

wrong to ever think that way about him! He attacked her and left her scarred for life—he wasn’t gentle or lovable, he was just a monster. Doris’s eyes watered when she remembered the way it felt when she thought she was going to die at his hands that night. The way his blue eyes glowed under the moonlight and how his

his book, his piercing blue eyes met

and stood from the bed. His shirt was unbuttoned lazily at the top, he didn’t bother to close it as he neared them. Doris swallowed and tired

lashes at him. Doris looked away and took a step back from the

 Waylon growled in William’s mind. “I can smell her… a

our mate? You’re sure this time?” William asked

to be her. No one else in the palace has