Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne

Chapter 27 I believe Prince William will Bring me Justice

The cell was dark and dingy. The back stone wall looked wet and the bed in the comer had only one Ehin sheet on it to use as the blanket Doris searched for the source and found there wilis a tiny window that was much too high for her to even out of, but it had to window and allowed rain to dampen the small room. They shoved Doris inside the cell and threw a prisoner gawn at her feet.

-Change into this.” Was all the man said before the cell door made of bars slammed shut and locked. Doris slid down the wall and hugged her knees to her chest. She’d felt it ther, the dam inside her break as her tears poured out. She tried to silence them, even when she choked. She didn’t want anyone to hear her misery, she pressed her face against the prison gown and tried to muffle every sound. Why was this happening to her? She wasn’t even supposed to be at the party! She was supposed to be resting

Oh, what will they think when they all realize Melody had beaten her just a few days before her being poisoned? They’ll surely think it was her, just 25 Jack had said. Not even Prince Martin or Prince Daniel had a say in her defense out there, they all listened to Jack. What if everyone believed him?

What if they sentenced her to death for this?

It’d felt like days had passed in the cell. The outside was gloomy, though she couldn’t remember if night had passed or if it was all in the same day. It

couldn’t be, it felt like in eternity had gone by since she saw Melody collapse night in front of her. Doris changed into the black prison gown and her own uniform had been collected almost immediately after she slipped it discreetly off her body. It felt as if they erased her title as maid and replaced it entirely with prisoner the second she stepped through the cell door.

A creak echoed through the hallway outside her room. A light knock tapped along the bars of her cell before a boy sild the door open and slipped in silently. Doris quickly stood when she saw it was Da—Prince Daniel.

-Doris!” He moved further in, but a guard came in with him and stood by the wall as if he wen a shadow of the prince. “How’re you doing? I’m so sorry they put you in here I’ve tried convincing them to put you somewhere more… comfortable.”

speaking to him face to face now that she knew he was royalty. She’d acted so comfortable with him before as she

at his movements. He stilled, a small flash of emotion she couldn’t place crossed his features. “Are you upset with me for lying

upset, Prince Daniel. I was just

at her hand as if he

me differently as a friend if you knew who I really was, I never

didn’t.” Doris said quietly, she cleared her throat. He wils a kind boy, that wils one thing she knew for certain. But it didn’t change the fact that they weren’t meant to be friends. “You must have known there was never any hope for us to remain friends. You’re

“As you said, I’m a prince and I can make any choice I want. I can be friends with whomever I want. my title shouldn’t prevent

 it does!” Doris shook her head sadly and lowered her voice. “You know it’s not proper. A prince is a prince, and a maid is a maid.

frowned as he looked down at her. Sadness coated his features and she wished she wasn’t the cause of it. She wished he really was a guard and it wouldn’t be

William to be the judge of your case. He thinks since

perhaps Prince William hated her just as much. A chill ran through her. Would be be fair, or blindedi by revenge for his ex lover?’ He must have cared a lot for Melody. didn’t he? Did he believe she was

surely he

me that.

trying to find a way to get you out of here. We’ve been looking into who prepared the soup and anyone else that might have had access to it before you helped pass them out.” Doris flinched at his words, the quickly softened his tone. “We both know you didn’t do that, Doris, Prince Martin sid he was looking at you the entire time and didn’t see you once polson Melody’s bowl.

it only took a few steps to walk between each wall. “I only switched