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

chair and folded her hands on her lap. She could hear him settle into bed, rolling

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 to him, almost like a stormy

deep and heavy, she felt her mouth was much too

just had a

to trip over herself in the darkness as she poured him another

against the floor as she was pulled on top of him. “Oh!” She gasped at his strength, her mind flashed back to that

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 so he was on top of

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 heart, don’t you?” He said with a bite to his words, but Doris thought she heard something

he want

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 more than once, on the other, she’d been

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

him with all of her stretch and managed to get

shock when he saw her mark—the real mark he’d left upon her neck. Waylon crackled

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

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

shoes. They would probably call her crazy for not joining him in bed, even for one night. That was the kind of girl he wanted. Someone that gave up their dignity, freedom, even their lives for him and his wealth. They dressed up every day desperately hoping for his

would take the abuse Melody gave her if it meant the amnesty would be signed. But there was no way she would ever give up her freedom for some

in

sounded shocked from her response as if he fully believed she wanted him this whole

here to serve you, not sleep with you your majesty.” Doris responded

William threatened, though his heart didn’t

glanced around the room. She picked up one of the butter knives resting by the tea pot and