Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne

Chapter 43 It‘s been torn apart

Doris slowly opened her eyes when the carriage stopped completely, Prince William had her gripped tightly beneath him, it took her a moment to realize the carriage was on its side and they were laying against the wall of the carriage. He held onto her as if she might break if he let go, she blinked away her surprise The door was now above their heads, one of the guards ripped it open and Doris squinted up at the light that shined in. Her skin started to burn from pain where Prince William held her. “Your-William, are you alright?” The guard cleared his throat as he corrected himself. Prince William leaned back to look at Doris, his eyes seemed to scan every inch of her before he pushed himself off her and helped her stand. “We’re fine. What happened?” Prince William demanded. He gripped the side of the door and pulled himself out. Doris frowned and tried to do the same. A second later, his hands reached down to grab her waist and pull her out of the carriage as if she weighed nothing. “Oh! Thank you,” Doris gripped his hands to steady herself as she carefully stepped off the carriage and into the snow. Prince William only let go of her hand once she was safely on the ground. A flash of pain rushed through her side where her bruising was the worst, she bit down on her lip to keep in her groan. His dark gaze immediately turned to assess the scene before them. Their carriage laid sideways in a snowy ditch with one of its wheels laying detached

to rest. The rest of the guards stood watch as discreetly as they could manage without looking like the guards they were. To Doris, it was impossible. They clearly had the demeanor of guards rather than casual travelers. “Doris, if you could help me prepare some of the food to hand out, I would be grateful.” A younger guard with a gentle face appeared at her side. Doris smiled and nodded her head. “My name is Erik-” “Doris is to rest, not help you.” Prince William interrupted. She turned to see him standing behind her with his gaze fixed on

and fingers almost blue. She tucked her hands beneath her arms and watched her breath fog in the air. “How long have we been traveling?” She asked. She could sense him behind her still, she didn’t have to turn to know he was there. “Hours, it’s now mid day.” He said evenly. Doris quickly turned to look up at him. “I was asleep for that long?” Prince William only lowered his chin in confirmation. Doris looked away and rubbed her hands together while trying to keep her teeth from chattering. Her pain had subsided for the time being, perhaps the cold was good for

plate of dried fruit and bread. “Thank you, Erik.” Doris smiled. “You’re welcome, Doris.” He said with a cheeky grin. “I hope the carriage crash didn’t hurt you too badly.” “Oh, no. I thought it would but I don’t think I have a scratch on me.” “It’s probably because of the hold William had on you, he must have taken most of the impact.” Erik glanced to where Prince William stood, Doris followed his gaze and saw him watching them while in a conversation with someone else. Erik cleared his throat. “Well, let me know if you need anything else.” “Thank you—“ Erik waved and hurried away before she could say another word. Prince William had taken most of the impact? That couldn’t be so, he didn’t look hurt in the slightest. Besides, why would he ever risk himself to save her? Doris studied him across the clearing for any hint of injury, but he stood tall and-normal. The other men that hovered around him barely came up to his shoulder, they looked at him as if he was their god and they were desperate to please. Prince William’s eyes caught her staring, she turned away and shoved more bread in her mouth to distract her thoughts. “William!” A guard came racing through the snow as fast as it would