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.

Doris leaned forward to blow out the candle on the

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 the

mind. His room smelled lovely and inviting. Much different from the stench of alcohol on

her mouth was much too dry. She

 He’d just had

stood and tried not to trip over herself in

cup shattered against the floor as she was pulled on top

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

to get?” She could hear the smirk in his voice, her eyes blurred with tears. His face fell when she kept shaking her head and struggling. “You really

he want to punish

like he did. It didn’t seem like she felt it at all, perhaps if she did she wouldn’t

down his feelings, he had to

with all of her stretch and

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

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

to calm herself. She would not cry in front

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

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

in

from her response as if

serve you, not sleep with you your majesty.”

I insist?” Prince William threatened, though his heart

room. She picked up one of the butter knives resting by the tea pot and pointed it