Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne

Chapter 53 You could be free here.

Sleep caught Doris within seconds of laying her head down. She wasn’t sure how long she slept. It could have been days or hours but she knew that her body was thankful for it. Not one person interrupted her or woke her abruptly like they usually did in the palace. 3 When she finally woke, she felt ready to face the day and all the secrets she had yet to unfold. Her mind was conflicted with Enzo’s speech about the rogues and what they believed in. On one hand, she had been kidnapped and tortured by members of his own pack. On the other, she knew there were always black sheep in a pack. Ones that wanted to take control of things on their own terms. She had seen some of that in the palace firsthand Food and water was left for Doris by her door. She filled her stomach with fresh bread and oats before she ventured out into the snow to find Enzo. It felt good to be able to breathe fresh air. She felt determined. She felt…brave.

You could be free here, “Ah, there she is.” Doris found Enzo almost instantly when she stepped out of her room. He was surrounded by Eliza and a few others who eyed her curiously. It was better than being glared at, she supposed “Were you waiting for me to come out?” Doris slowed her steps as she approached them. “Oh, no my dear. I came to grab Eliza and she lives across the way from you. Are you feeling better?” “Yeah, my shoulder doesn’t hurt that much anymore.” Doris ran her fingers over the bandage but she felt as if she wouldn’t need it for much longer. Still, she was afraid to look at what was underneath. A knowing look passed between Enzo and Eliza. He turned a smile towards her and held out his arm for Doris to hold

“May I show you around?” “Oh, yes, thank you.” Doris gripped his arm. Her eyes went to the two she hadn’t met yet. “Don’t mind them, they haven’t met many outsiders. This is June and Eli. They’re among the younger ones in the pack_” “We’re 17, not that young.” Eli was quick

chaste kiss. “Pleasure to meet you, my lady.” “Who said rogues couldn’t be gentlemen, eh?” Enzo grinned and knocked Eli’s hand away from Doris, Doris laughed and followed him down a path. She waved

off each of their names but there were too many to remember. A group of men near the tavern watched her with a more intense stare,

He patted her hand and led her on. Two small children rushed through the snow laughing. They paused and watched them hurry by. “Hi Lord Enzo!” They shouted as they passed. “Hello, little ones. Be kind to our guest.” He said in a voice that sounded like a fake demand. They stopped and bowed. “Hello, pretty lady.” They said together. Doris realized they must

dressed head to toe in black walked straight towards them. Enzo straightened at the sight of her. “Elena-” “Lord Enzo,” she nodded her head and smiled. She shifted her gaze to Doris and she noticed her smile faltered a little but not completely. Doris dropped her grip from his arm quickly. “You must be Doris. Come, Sir Anthony would like to speak to you.” Doris glanced up at Enzo with a question in her gaze, he only smiled at her. “You’ll like him, don’t worry. I

roaring fire with his back to them, Enzo gestured for her to sit on the couch. When the old man turned to look at her, recognition flickered in her mind. “Oh, I know you!” Doris said. It was the old man from the cell in the palace, the one that healed her wounds when Prince Jack had beat her nearly to death. He smiled. “Doris, I’m glad to see you’re okay. Although, I had hoped you would’ve had a few less bruises.” His eyes roamed over the marks on her face.

Enzo and stepped on his foot. He winced. Sir Anthony chuckled. “Nonetheless, I am glad you’re alive, Doris. I haven’t stopped thinking of you since the day I met you.” “I never got a chance to thank you for healing me.” “No need, my dear. No need.” He waved away her words. “Sir Anthony is the founder of the rogues. One of the men from the kingdom had taken advantage of his kindness and kidnapped him to bring back to the palace as if he was a prize. I thought I would be the hero that I am and rescue him that day we met.” Doris raised her brows. “Founder of the rogues? Oh my,” Perhaps she was wrong about them after all. The founder had healed her wounds in the cell and the leader had rescued her from kidnappers. These were not