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.

leaned forward to

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 man as he slept—it

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 morning and pine.

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

just

trip over herself in the

to hand it to him, he grabbed her wrist. The cup shattered against the floor as she was pulled on top of him.

eyes lowered to her mouth and suddenly he flipped them over so he was on top of her. He pressed her into his silk sheets, she gripped his bare shoulders and tried to push him off her. “Please let me

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

he want to punish

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

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

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

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

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

She would not cry in front of him, she

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 attention or even an extra glance from him. They fought

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

in

response as if he fully believed she wanted

here to serve you, not sleep with

I insist?” Prince William threatened, though

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