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

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 the guard. “If you’ve already forgotten, she just got out of a crashed carriage.” “Of course, sir! I mean-William. Of course.” Erik bowed quickly to both of them. “I apologize for suggesting otherwise. I wasn’t thinking.” Prince William only stared at him until he turned and left as quickly as he could. “I could have helped -“Doris started, her words died in her throat when their eyes met. “You should sit for a minute.” He said it more like a demand, she couldn’t help but frown. Lately the tip of her tongue was desperate to snap back

and went to rest on a log that had been recently cleared of snow. Her hand ached, but she could hardly feel anything but the numb coldness that started to take over her body. At least nothing else ended up broken. The clearing was quiet, she could hear the crunches in the snow from those that stomped by but not much else. The air made her cheeks red 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

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