Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne

#Chapter 19 The night isn’t over yet

Doris looked down at her hand on the door handle and kept silent for a moment. She didn’t just hear that—

“Me?”

“Close the door. Since your lady has left, you stay here to serve.” William said simply.

Doris slowly turned to face him. Stay with him alone? For the whole night? Why would he want her to do that?

“Your majesty, I should go get Peter. I’m sure he would—“

“Are you defying me?” He frowned and sat up a little more.

“No! Of course not,” Doris said quickly.

“Then shut the door.”

Doris let out a low sigh and turned back to the door. Her nightmare was coming true, wasn’t it? How would she ever survive the night alone with him?

“I—I can wait out in the hallways, your majesty.” She offered, a bit of hope dangled inside her that he would let her leave. After all, he hated her. Didn’t he?

“Shouldn’t you be glad you’re here?” He snorted, she flinched at the sound. “Isn’t this what you wanted when you tried to tip Peter?”

Doris burned at his words, but stayed silent. She couldn’t tell him the real reason she was bribing Peter. She lowered her eyes to the ground and went to sit at the chair near his end table. She picked at her nails and tried not to focus on how close she was to his bed.

Her eyes shot to him when he sighed. “Candle.” He reminded her.

Yes, your majesty.” Doris leaned forward to blow out the candle on

fell into darkness, she carefully seated herself back on the chair and folded her hands on her lap. She could hear him settle into bed, rolling back and forth as his breathing steadied. She’d never been in the same room with a

His room smelled lovely and inviting. Much different from the stench

was deep and heavy, she felt her mouth was

 Doris wondered to herself. He’d just had a cup, perhaps he couldn’t

tried not to trip over herself in the

she was pulled on top of him. “Oh!” She gasped at

could feel his hot skin through her uniform, she scrambled to stand up but he grabbed both her hands. Their eyes locked, she saw a bit of a storm in his gaze. His eyes lowered to her mouth and suddenly he flipped them over

smirk in his voice, her eyes blurred with tears. His face fell when she kept shaking her head and struggling. “You really know how to earn a man’s

he want to punish

their mate bond like he did. It didn’t seem like she felt it at all, perhaps if she did she wouldn’t be playing with his emotions. On one hand, he’d caught her trying to get his attention

to shut down his feelings, he had to let Waylon take

her. She pushed at him with all of her stretch and managed to get out from

in shock when he saw her mark—the real mark he’d left upon her

enough. He flinched at himself when

She would not cry in front of him, she

up their dignity, freedom, even their lives for him and

her if it meant the amnesty would be signed. But there was no way she would ever give up her freedom for some man. Even if

in a

response as if he fully believed she

you, not sleep with you your majesty.” Doris responded

Prince William threatened,

up one of the butter knives resting by the tea pot and pointed it at