Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne

Chapter 48 We‘re just getting started

Ice cold water woke Doris from her darkest dreams. Her head felt heavy as she finally opened her eyes to see an unfamiliar room. She tried to move her hands to wipe the water from her face but realized they were tied behind her. It looked as if she was in some old forgotten shack with only one dim light for the entire room. “There she is… I was beginning to think I might have hit you too hard.” A man with blond hair stepped out of the shadows. Doris tried to pull her hands free from the ropes that only burned her skin the harder she pulled. “Please… let me go-” The wooden chair creaked beneath her as she struggled. “What a waste that would be.” He leaned down to be eye level with her. She cringed away from his horrible breath and rotten teeth. “We wanted a prince, but we at least got you.” The fight rushed back to her all at once. Was William still alive? Was he able to get away before someone captured him-or worse? She shifted in her seat. “Where is he?” The man smiled. His teeth were sharper than they were a second before. “Your prince has fled into the night without you.” He took out a dagger from his belt and trailed it down her skin slowly. “Are you his lady?” “N-no. I’m just a maid at the palace” Doris closed her eyes for a moment as the cool blade ran over her jaw

We’re just getting started Just a maid? Hmm… I’m not sure if I believe that. What kind of prince goes feral for his maid?” He applied a bit of pressure against her neck, Doris winced. “I swear I’m only a maid to him. He-he protected me out there because I didn’t have a blade, nothing else.” Doris flinched when he pushed a little deeper until he finally pulled back “Well, I suppose that makes since.” He started to circle her, her gaze snapped towards the door when another man bursted in. He was a bit shorter than his friend and had the same greasy blond hair. He dropped a sack on the ground. “What makes sense, Jules?” He asked. He looked Doris up and down and gave her a smile that made her bones chill. “I thought she was his lady, but a prince would never leave his lady behind. She’s nothing but a useless maid, Darrell.” “Oh, no shit eh?” His friend laughed. “I guess he won’t come back for her after all, he’s probably miles away by now.” Jules took a chair and dragged it next to Doris’s before he plopped down. “I’m sure she must have some sort of information to tell us about the prince that might be useful.” “Yeah, she must know something.” Darrell leaned against the wall and pulled out a small knife to clean his disgusting nails. “What’s the prince doing out here in the north?” “I–I don’t know,” “Wrong!” Jules stood up so fast, his chair banged against the floor. He grabbed Doris by the chin and forced her to look at him. “I don’t like liars. Is the prince planning on attacking the rogues in the north?” “No! He isn’t planning that.” His grip tightened on

miles from here without a second thought to what happened to her. He wouldn’t risk himself over a maid. Especially not one like her. It still hurt to hear. “Let’s try again. Why don’t you tell us why the prince brought you out of all the other maids he could have chosen?” “Yes, why did he bring you? Does the prince expect you to serve him in every way you can?” His friend smirked and kneeled down next to her chair. Doris tried to keep her voice as even as she could, though her fear was almost overwhelming. “I was the closest to him when he was leaving. He’s a prince, he travels with many servants.” “Ah, that just isn’t true. Is it? All of the men out

what’s your name?” Jules added. Doris swallowed. “I’ve worked there for 5 years.” The men waited for her to continue, when she didn’t-Jules smacked her across the face. “I asked you what your name is!” “D-Doris!” She said quickly as the pain burned her skin. “Well, Doris.” Darrell started walking around her chair. “You must have some sort of information to give us. Working 5 years at the palace doesn’t come away with nothing.” “1—I worked in the library, none of the royals ever ventured there.” Silence followed her words. They were both behind her, she couldn’t see if they were silently communicating or what but her heart sped up and tried to bang out of her chest. Would they kill her once they realized she was completely useless to them? Doris tried to name all of the people that might care if she died… Beth was the only one that came to mind. Would Prince William let her go free even though she didn’t return? Doris licked her dry lips and tasted her own salty tears. Jules finally came to stand beside her. He put his boot

go to get something from her? Until she was on the edge of death? She imagined herself already bloodied and bruised, much worse than she had been when Prince Jack tried to get her to blame the poisoning on Prince William. It should have been so obvious then, of who was truly behind the poisoning. Perhaps if she had noticed sooner, she wouldn’t be here about to die now. Darrell picked up a pair of clippers. “Should we take her fingers off first? One by one?” “No, no. Let’s save that for later. The night is still young, we might be able to get something without completely destroying her beauty.” Jules smirked. “I quite like her face, it’s got a sense of innocence in it.” He bent down to caress her cheek. Doris tumed her face away from his hand. He hit her for that, harder than before. “Don’t be like that with us, Doris. We promise to let you go if you tell us something worth our time.” A lie, she knew it. She would not see the fresh light of day again no matter what she told them. She could