Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne

#Chapter 19 The night isn’t over yet

Doris looked down at her hand on the door handle and kept silent for a moment. She didn’t just hear that—

“Me?”

“Close the door. Since your lady has left, you stay here to serve.” William said simply.

Doris slowly turned to face him. Stay with him alone? For the whole night? Why would he want her to do that?

“Your majesty, I should go get Peter. I’m sure he would—“

“Are you defying me?” He frowned and sat up a little more.

“No! Of course not,” Doris said quickly.

“Then shut the door.”

Doris let out a low sigh and turned back to the door. Her nightmare was coming true, wasn’t it? How would she ever survive the night alone with him?

“I—I can wait out in the hallways, your majesty.” She offered, a bit of hope dangled inside her that he would let her leave. After all, he hated her. Didn’t he?

“Shouldn’t you be glad you’re here?” He snorted, she flinched at the sound. “Isn’t this what you wanted when you tried to tip Peter?”

Doris burned at his words, but stayed silent. She couldn’t tell him the real reason she was bribing Peter. She lowered her eyes to the ground and went to sit at the chair near his end table. She picked at her nails and tried not to focus on how close she was to his bed.

Her eyes shot to him when he sighed. “Candle.” He reminded her.

leaned forward to blow out the candle on the side

him settle into bed, rolling back and forth as

from the stench of

her mouth was much too dry.

wondered to herself. He’d just had a cup,

to trip over herself in the darkness as she poured him

the floor as she was pulled on

to her mouth and suddenly he flipped them over so he was on

his voice, her eyes blurred with tears. His face fell when she kept shaking her head and struggling. “You really know how to earn

he want

won’t work on me.” William lowered his voice as his eyes raked her features for any sign she’d felt their mate bond like he did. It didn’t seem like she felt it at all, perhaps if she did

shut down his feelings, he had to let Waylon

her. She pushed at him with all of her stretch and managed to get out from under him. Her dress tore

mark—the real mark he’d

enough. He flinched at himself when he heard the hurt in his

to calm herself. She would not cry in front of him, she

for him and his wealth. They dressed up every day desperately hoping for his attention or even an extra glance from him. They fought with each other over who would be his favorite

the amnesty would be signed. But there was no way she would ever give up her freedom

in

Prince William sounded shocked from her response as if he

to serve you, not sleep with

threatened, though his heart didn’t sound in

one of