Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne

Chapter 46 What was that

It took Doris only a second to register his words. She shot up from the bed and hastily threw on her cloak. “How far are they?” She asked as she gathered the pile of clothes in her arms so they wouldn’t leave a trace of him behind. She didn’t have time to act proper in the moment, she didn’t care how crazed she looked. “A few miles down. I don’t think they scented us yet bur we need to get moving before they do.” William surprisingly helped her stuff the rest of the items in a bag before he grabbed her arm and hurried out of the tent. Guards were ready to collapse the tent the second they stepped out of it and packed it up with the rest of their items. Doris made sure her bag was still on her shoulder before she felt inside as he led her towards the waiting carriage. “Wait!” Doris halted her steps, he turned with frustration written all over his face but also a hint of concern. “What is it?” “My book-I can’t find it. I must have dropped it somewhere!” Doris looked around on the ground in hopes it was near by. His grip tightened on her arm, she winced and looked up at him. “Why would you care about that stupid book now?” His voice was tainted with a sort of rage that erupted from no where. It made her shrink back away from his towering form. “I-it was a gift from-” “From Martin. Yes, I know.” He hissed. “We don’t have time to search for a meaningless gift your 21:43

against the leathered seats as the carriage pulled away from their resting area. His eyes looked her up and down with a sort of distaste that was hard to miss. It made her skin crawl and shame wash over her for no reason. “I have never harbored any feelings for him, nor has he ever touched me.” Doris said lowly, she turned her head to hide her blush. How could he ever think that of her? “It was just a gift.” Prince William snorted as if he didn’t believe a word she said. Doris scooted closer to the door and as far from him as she could get. One minute he was calm and almost caring, the

his hand holding up his chin and he looked exhausted still. She wished she could pick apart his mind and ask him what bothers him so much all the time. Was it her? Or was he just this way because of the rotten childhood he had? It was getting harder to tell. “Is there something you need?” He asked without taking his eyes from the window. The heat crept up her face again and threatened to expose her thoughts. “No-” “Then why do you keep staring at me?” He turned his blue gaze on her, it was almost startling. “I was just making

it by now. “I just wonder how long it will take to get there.” Doris said without lifting her gaze. “It depends on how many detours we have to take. As long as we’re not digging through the snow for a useless book or getting mauled by the rouges, we should get there any day now.” Doris blushed furiously. She felt silly for ever wanting to delay their trip to look for the book but he was just as rude about it. “Have you ever traveled the north?” She asked. His fingers played at the hem of the curtains as he gazed out into the snow. “No. I’ve only ever heard stories. My father would have never allowed it when I was younger, even when he didn’t care what I did.” “I heard a few messengers were—“ “Wait.” He sat up quickly, Doris closed her lips and watched him. “Do you hear that?” Doris strained to listen, but she heard nothing but the sound of the wheels traveling through the snow and the rattle of the carriage. “No—” He gestured for her to be silent again. His head titled to the side and his brows furrowed in concentration, but she couldn’t hear a single thing. Their carriage shook, William moved to sit next to her and put his arm across her as if he was shielding her from a rough break. When it stopped, he stepped out without a word and looked around. “What happened?” He demanded. A guard slid off