Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne

Chapter 122 Closer and closer.

It was all one big blur that Doris could barely register. William grabbed her arm and took off in a run towards the trees. She felt as if her feet barely touched the ground as they pounded through the snow. She knew that William would start to drag her if she didn’t hury and she didn’t feel like losing an arm to him.

An arrow zipped past her head and thudded into the snow in front of her. William forced her to start to run diagonally instead of a straight line. Doris almost tripped over her own feet, but William straightened her before she could fall. She didn’t know how close they were to being caught, she didn’t know if they were right behind her about to clasp their hands around her body—she only ran. Even when the back of her throat burned and her body tried to give up on her, she ran.

They disappeared into the trees and the silence engulfed them. Doris heard her breath almost burst her ears as they dodged the trees and turned a different way. There was no time to think, only move. She trusted William enough to follow him blindly through danger and hope he would lead them out on the other side. It wasn’t that long ago that she would have refused to trust him for even a second.

“Down there!” William called to Enzo who was slightly ahead of them. Shouting erupted from behind them and she desperately wanted to see how close they were behind them. She resisted the urge, if she turned her head it would’ve been over for her. Up ahead, Doris saw Patrick and the rest of the guards waiting down a small hill.

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They mounted their horses and several had taken off already at Patrick’s command.

“Come on!” William said. She wasn’t sure if he meant himself or all of them, but Doris pushed herself just a bit more even though her insides wanted to bleed. How did he seem so unaffected?

William picked Doris up at her waist and skidded down the hill, passing Enzo on the way down. He lifted her on an empty horse and pulled himself up without a second to breathe. Doris gripped onto him tightly and saw Enzo mount his own horse and take off seconds after they did.

The group of guards halted at the top of the hill and started shouting at them as if it would make them stop. Faster than she expected, they were out of sight. She faced forward again and allowed herself to breathe despite the harsh gallops of the horse. Her throat burned so bad, she thought it would start bleeding soon.

Her mind started to catch up with her, she gripped William tighter and was thankful they were even alive. She closed her eyes and let him take her somewhere far and safe. If safety even existed in these lands.

stopped to rest. Snow

off the horse and helped her down. He glanced around once before he

and forced it back down with red cheeks. “What are you

me see. I need to know if you

the arrow that must have skimmed her skin when it hit the ground. Her fingers traced the wound as if it was some sort of alien thing that wasn’t a part of her body. She winced at the touch.

your adrenaline. It’s normal to not feel anything in the moment for smaller wounds.” William gripped her hand to move it away. He leaned closer to see how deep it was. His warm breath caressed her cold skin and sent a shiver down her spine. “It seems to be more of a surface wound, but I want you to have a taste

her sweater instantly when Enzo came over to them. He looked even more

a bit small, but I think you two should manage.” He brushed his hand across the horse they stood by. “I’ll have them hide the horses as best they can, but I won’t be able to move

Please, go rest.” Doris rubbed his arm. He offered a small smile and

asked. William gestured for his men to hide the horses and turned back to her. “Maybe you should

led her towards one of the further caves. The men were quick to clear out the area and make it seem as if no one was near. Many of them disappeared into another cave, but of course the prince always

ducked into the small space. It was barely big enough to hold both of them—she knew there was no hope for a fire unless she wanted to

closed her eyes. Nothing inside her cared about how she looked or what awaited them

coat. She opened

wanted this.” He said as he pulled out the loaf of bread he’d taken from the kitchens. Doris gasped and gripped the squished bread in her hands. It was half the original

little. His hand rested on her thigh and for a moment she swore he smiled at her but

accepted it. Doris quickly bit into her own before her thoughts started to wander. It tasted better than she expected, she wished she had taken the entire try

into hers. She forgot why she was even mad at him, but a little distance still settled into her chest. Perhaps it was her own