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.

to blow out

She could hear him settle into bed, rolling back and forth as his breathing steadied.

smelled lovely and inviting. Much different from the stench of alcohol on him that night he attacked her. This was more unique

felt her mouth was much too dry. She swallowed nervously just as

again? Doris wondered to herself. He’d just had a cup, perhaps

quickly stood and tried not to trip over herself in

floor as she was pulled on top

in his gaze. His eyes lowered to her mouth and

kept shaking her head and struggling. “You really know how to earn a man’s heart, don’t you?” He said with

want to

felt it at all, perhaps

had to let Waylon take over

pushed at him with all of her stretch and managed to get out from under him. Her dress tore down

her mark—the real mark he’d left upon her neck. Waylon crackled silently. “I told you it

with me?” He asked quietly, glad the darkness hid his face enough. He flinched at

She would not cry in front of him, she would

for him and his wealth. They dressed up every day desperately hoping for his attention or even an extra glance from him. They fought with each other over who would be his favorite as if they could win that title if they were cruel

the amnesty would be signed. But there was no way she would ever give up her freedom

in

you saying?” Prince William sounded shocked from her response

to serve you, not sleep with you

insist?” Prince William threatened,

the room. She picked up one of the butter knives resting