Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne

Chapter 95 I guess we will have to see.

noticed that everyone had stopped looking at them. She calmed her breaths and tried not to feel so disappointed that they broke apart so quickly. No-Patrick was right. It wasn’t time to fool around in the middle of a bar! What had gotten into her? Every choice she made left her one step further from the woman she used to be at the castle. But part of her felt…free in a way. As if she didn’t have a leash and collar and she was just Doris—even when she want being Doris. “There he is.” Patrick waved his hand towards an older man in the crowd. He stumbled his way over and they all knew he was already well on his way to being wasted. “Greg! Great to see you.” Patrick said as he moved over for the man to sit.“ This is my cousin James and his wife Isabelle.” “Oh, hello. You selling what you gave him?” The man cracked. Doris sunk deeper into her seat when her shame bubbled to the surface. “No.” William snapped. The old man only laughed and plopped down in the chair across from them. He downed half of his beer before he came up for air. “So,” Patrick cleared his throat. “What’s new, Greg?” “Ah, same shit. I gotta get up early and ready the horses.” “Oh yeah? For what?” Patrick asked as he took a long swig of beer. “Going on a hunt?” “Nah, no. They still looking for that damned prince but no one has seen him in a week. I think he’s already on his way back to the kingdom where he can hide like the   coward he is. But no one ever listens to me.” Doris quickly gripped William’s leg under the table when she felt him tense beside her. After a minute, he relaxed. “You going with them?” Patrick asked. He hadn’t once glanced at them which made Doris realize he was trying not to be suspicious. Meanwhile, her heart was racing a thousand miles an hour and if this bar wasn’t so loud, she was positive everyone would have heard it. “Nah, I’m too old for that shit. I set up the horses for them and take care of them when they get back.” “Aye, I can help ya.” Patrick offered and elapped the old man on his back. He looked a little shocked even through his drunken haze. “Yeah? No one ever offers that.” “Well, I figure it’ll get me outta that awful stirring job for a few hours.” Greg laughed and slapped his knee. “You got a deal, meet me at dawn.” The old man stood and winked at Doris. She felt her skin crawl, he was old enough to be her father. William glared at him until he was out of sight. His hand curled and opened on his lap. “I told you we would get something.” Patrick whispered. He glanced around but everyone else was in their own world. William stood. “That’s not much.” He grumbled and pulled Doris up with him. “I don’t want to hear your voice again until you have more.” They left through the crowd and Doris was only glad to be free of the smell. She despised the scent of alcohol. It only brought terrible memories and she was not in a position to relive them. “Do you think it’ll work?” Doris whispered as they walked out into the snow. She moved a