Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne

Chapter 132 Another bloody mistake.

The sickness started slowly in the day, and then it hit her all at once. She was in the middle of washing dishes when a dizziness overcame her and she collapsed on the cold ground. The guard that had been helping her nearby picked her up and carried her to where William was speaking quietly with a ghostly Enzo.

They’d set their party up in a temporary cabin that hadn’t yet been touched by the sickness. Or, they set themselves up while the villagers suffered in the other ones. William dropped the papers he was holding and took her in his arms the second he saw her. Already she felt sweaty and nauseated as if she was about to throw up all over him. How had it gotten a hold of her so fast?

“You got sick! I fucking knew this was going to happen!” William growled and carried her up to one of the empty rooms. Each of his stomps were like echos in her throbbing mind. He placed her in the center of the bed and started to pull off her boots and thick sweater. 1

“You know,” Enzo appeared at the door, he gripped the frame to hold himself up. He looked pale and as if he was about to pass out any second. “I haven’t been feeling too well myself.” 1

Just as he said it, he collapsed on the floor face first with a loud thump. William grumbled furiously and snapped at the nearby guards to take him to another room.

“I’m sure it’s just a cold.” Doris coughed and closed her eyes. “It’ll be over soon, it’s freezing outside.”

“It’s been freezing since the moment we entered the north and you’ve only just gotten sick.” William snarled. He wrapped her up in the blankets and left the room a second later. Dread crawled up her throat, as well as a bit of fear.

They were planning on leaving by nightfall to get to the palace by morning. Now that Enzo and herself were sick-they could be here for days until they were both fit to travel again.

It was hard to lift her head when she tried to sit up, it felt as if a led weight pulled her back down to the bed. The second her head hit the pillow, she was out.

Doris woke in a pool of her own sweat. The blankets were kicked down to her feet and she’d never seen sheets in such a twisted state.

William said from beside her. She turned to see him seated in a chair with a bucket and towels next

voice was hoarse and scratchy as if she hadn’t used

throw up about four times.” William leaned forward to wipe the

on the pillows. A wave of chills passed through her body, he got up and brought

snorted and leaned back in the chair. “From where the outside snow?

doing okay?” She didn’t have the energy to roll her eyes at his ridicules tone. He shifted beside

a hint of sarcasm left in his voice. Doris could see the crease of worry form between

worry.” Doris whispered. When she reached for his

close to anyone and you let an old fucker cough in your face!” He stood and kicked the

didn’t invite him to cough on me, William.” Doris said in a strained voice. Her throat was starting to bum and she only wished she could swallow a pound of snow to sooth it. “I was just trying to be a

William growled. He turned to face her and gripped the edge of the bed frame. “At the palace, you never went against my wishes. You did everything I asked and you

into her arm. “Or tell people how I feel. I’m supposed to blend

over the room. He didn’t break eye contact with her for a second. She felt sweat drip down the center of her back as she stared

sure once we get back to the castle things will—“Doris coughed again. “Things will be back to how they were. You can demand me to do whatever you want and I’ll cower away from you and hide when I

that’s not what I

did you mean, William? You don’t want me to make my own   decisions and you get mad when I want to make up my

some of those decisions led you, Doris!

I know it wasn’t enough but at least I tried.” Doris laid back against the bed and closed her eyes. “I was almost beaten to death by your