Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne

Chapter 91 This could go wrong.

Patrick had holes in his gloves and his hair was almost as messy as William’s. Doris curled her fingers at her sides to prevent herself from reaching out to run her fingers through William’s locks just to try to tame it. She hated how much she liked it when it was a pure mess. She was part of the reason it looked that way, he rolled out of bed and didn’t even attempt to fix it. She couldn’t help but notice that he stood closer to her than he normally did, with his hands shoved deep in his pockets and his eyes on their surroundings. Enzo had one of his more… run down carriages being filled with the things they would need. It made Doris a bit nervous, how long would they be there for? She tried not to allow her mind to wander into unwanted territories, but it was impossible when it was all she could think about. The moment she slid out of his arms and into her clothes again, she felt different when she looked at him. For the first time, she didn’t think of the fact that he was a prince-it was like she had almost forgotten that for a minute. She was so far gone from the maid she was when she left the palace, it was hard to even consider going back to that girl. A small part of her would always feel like she had to obey orders, but a bigger part of her wouldn’t let her be stepped on anymore. She knew Cordelia was to thank for that. “Ah, you all look great.” Enzo clapped his hands and tore her from her thoughts.” Well, good enough. I hardly recognized you three without your fancy royal attire that you tried to pass as poor clothes.” “How long will we be gone?” Doris asked as she nervously eyed the carriage. “Well, they believe you three are there to live. We couldn’t send you with just one bag.” Enzo smiled down at her. “Your trip length is up to you three. However long it takes you to find what you need.” “Is there anything else we should know before we leave?” Patrick asked. “Yes. Don’t take it personally if some don’t like you when you get there. A lot of the workers can be pretty cut throat when it comes to their job and getting ahead. Try to find the laid back types, they’re looser with their lips and easier to get things out of.” Enzo looked at all three of them. “And one more thing… don’t be caught where you’re not supposed to be. Punishment is ruthless “Ruthless? Aren’t you the owner of Life Pharmacy?” Patrick stood a little straighter as if he was just realizing what he was getting into. “Yes, but I have others in my place when I’m not there. I won’t be there for this adventure, I want to keep myself as separated as possible so any wrongdoing will be handled by them.” Doris glanced up at William to see his brows furrowed. She couldn’t tell if he was worried or annoyed at the moment, but she was a bit of both.   “Alright, I will see you off. Don’t forget your identities and you three can come up with a back story on the way there. It’ll be a few hours at least.” Enzo opened the door and reached out his hand to help Doris up. William was there instead, he gripped her hand and helped her into the carriage with his hand on her lower back before Enzo could touch her. He only looked amused at William’s persistence as he stepped back. William went in next, he sat next to Doris while Patrick sat across from them. Enzo gripped the frame and looked them over one last time. “This could go wrong, you may learn things that you never wanted to know or you may be caught and ripped apart. I have already put out a warning to the rogues not to harm the prince if they ever see him when you first came, but that has clearly not mattered to many of them. I wish you all luck and I hope to see you again.” Enzo nodded before he closed the door and smacked the side of the carriage to let the driver know they’re ready. It took off in a messy launch and William reached out his arm to steady her so she didn’t fall into Patrick’s lap. Patrick’s eyes flickered between them with a hint of suspicion, but something made Doris think that he already knew without having to see her blush. “So, Isabelle and James,