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.

your majesty.” Doris leaned forward to

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

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

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

just had a cup, perhaps he couldn’t

tried not to trip over herself in the darkness as she poured him another

as she was pulled on top of him. “Oh!” She gasped at his strength, her

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 her. He pressed her into his silk sheets, she gripped his bare shoulders and tried to push him off her. “Please let me

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

want to punish

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 more than once,

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

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

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

enough. He flinched at himself when

wanted to.” Doris breathed, trying to calm herself. She would not cry in front of him, she would

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 attention

Doris wanted. She would take the abuse Melody gave her if it meant the amnesty would be signed. But there was

in

response as

sleep

insist?” Prince William threatened, though

up one of the butter knives resting by the