Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne

Chapter 45 They were heard nearby

Prince William stayed silent for hours, Doris didn’t bother to try and start another conversation. She was starting to get used to his mood swings and she didn’t want to feed into another one that might blow up into something more. He kept glancing out the small window every ten minutes to make sure all was in order, but something uneasy settled in Doris. It was too quiet. The air felt thick and normally she would be glad of the silence-but for some reason it only felt off. Doris wondered if William had felt it too. He hadn’t tried to sleep once, instead he seemed more alert than ever. She couldn’t help but worry that he was running on little to no sleep for almost two days. How much longer could he last before exhaustion took him over? “William-“ Doris said hesitantly. He dropped the curtain and turned to face her. His eyes were a little red and his hair was an absolute mess in the way that she found looked handsome on him. She shook those thoughts away and cleared her throat.“ Perhaps it might be a good idea—“ The carriage came to a sudden halt that slid Doris out of her seat and right into his waiting arms. They both stilled as they strained to listen for any voices or movement, he silently seated her beside him and opened the curtain an inch to peer outside. Doris tried to calm her breath, afraid to make even the smallest sounds incase a rogue was nearby to hear it. A loud thud hit the side of the carriage and shook

the inside. William opened the curtain wider to see a crazed man hanging off the side of the carriage, Doris gasped. Was this a rogue? He bared his teeth at William and let his bloodied fingers stain everything he touched. “I can smell you in there, prince. Come out to play.” The guards were quick to pull him off, she flinched when she heard one of them shriek. William forced the door open and closed it quickly behind him so she couldn’t follow. Doris quickly scooted over to open the curtain and see what was happening. The man stood in rags outside the carriage with his hands coated in blood up to his elbows. Everything about him blended in with the snow, if she hadn’t seen the blood, she might have missed him entirely. He had long, white hair and eyes almost as light as the ground beneath him. When he smiled, she saw his sharp teeth poke out of his gums as if he were about to rip apart everyone around him. William stood in front of the carriage door as if he was guarding it, though she knew it only looked that way from where she was seated. “You know I could smell your royal blood for miles, prince.” The man taunted and licked his teeth. The guards surrounded him as if he was in the center of a circle. “All alone out here, I see. Where’s your pack?” William lifted his chin. He refused to let his gaze leave the deranged man for even a second. A trail of blood dripped from the man though he didn’t look injured. Doris’s eyes followed it to see it led to a guard by the carriage-his head laid several feet away from his body. She covered her mouth and closed the curtain a little more so the man wouldn’t see her. His eyes seemed to find her anyway. A smirk fell

still fixed on the carriage. He inhaled deeply, “Who’s that in there? Do I smell a girl?” William took a step forward,

shatter your nose for even seeking her

away at the top, she saw his blood drip in the snow from where he must have

move again. Only when they stopped a few hours later did he finally say something. “We’re going to stop to rest for the night. There’s a creak near the edge of camp if you need to clean up, but don’t stray too far.” He spoke with his eyes out the window as if he were already far from the carriage. Once he was done,

was. Doris sighed and turned back to the clearing. Several tents had already been set up between the trees, there were so many she doubted it was possible for anyone to see their camp when it was this dark. They didn’t even dare to light a fire despite how freezing it was. It would be worse to wake up in a blood bath because a rogue pack had found them rather than simply suffer through the cold. Erik was the only guard she knew the name of, he busied himself with setting up a few chairs for other guards to rest. “Excuse me.” She spoke quietly as