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 the side

him settle into bed, rolling back and forth as his breathing steadied. She’d never been in the same room with a man as he slept—it

slowly released her own breath and closed her eyes to clear her mind. His room smelled lovely and inviting. Much different from the stench of alcohol on him that night he attacked her. This was more unique

heavy, she felt her mouth was much too dry. She swallowed

herself. He’d just had a cup, perhaps he

herself in the

hand it to him, he grabbed her wrist. The cup shattered against the floor as she was pulled on top of him. “Oh!” She gasped at his strength, her mind flashed back to that night when he pinned her beneath

a bit of a storm in his gaze. His eyes lowered to her

her eyes blurred with tears. His face fell when she kept shaking her head and struggling. “You really know

want to punish

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

feelings, he had to let Waylon take over

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

real mark he’d left upon

the darkness hid his face enough. He flinched at himself when he heard the hurt in his own tone, it wasn’t like him to sound sad over

Doris breathed, trying to calm herself. She would not cry in front of him, she would not collapse. Doris lifted her chin, she

dignity, freedom, even their lives for him and his wealth. They dressed up every day desperately hoping for his attention or even an extra glance

gave her if it meant the amnesty would be signed. But there was

never in

shocked from her response

sleep with you your majesty.” Doris

William threatened, though his heart

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