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.

Yes, your majesty.” Doris leaned forward to blow out the candle on

back on the chair and folded her hands on her lap. She could hear him settle into bed, rolling back and forth as his breathing steadied. She’d never been in the same room with a man as he slept—it was

eyes to clear her mind. His room smelled lovely and inviting. Much different from the stench of alcohol on him that night he

breath was deep and heavy, she felt her mouth was much too dry. She swallowed nervously

 He’d just had a cup, perhaps he

to trip over herself

over to hand it to him, he grabbed her wrist. The cup shattered against the floor as she was pulled on top of him. “Oh!” She gasped at his strength, her mind flashed back to that night when he pinned her beneath

she scrambled to stand up but he grabbed both her hands. Their eyes locked, she saw a bit of a storm in his gaze. His eyes lowered to her mouth and suddenly he flipped them over so he was on top

eyes blurred with tears. His face fell when she kept shaking her head and struggling. “You really know how to earn a man’s heart, don’t you?” He said with a bite to his words, but Doris thought she

want

it at all, perhaps if she did she wouldn’t be playing with his emotions. On one hand, he’d caught her trying to get

shut down his feelings, he had to let Waylon take over before he grew

pushed at him with all of her stretch and managed to get out from under him. Her dress tore down the front and left her almost bare in her

saw her mark—the real mark he’d left upon her neck. Waylon crackled

asked quietly, glad the darkness hid his face enough. He flinched at himself when he heard the hurt in his own tone, it wasn’t like him

cry in front of him, she would not collapse. Doris

bed, even for one night. That was the kind of girl he wanted. Someone that gave up their dignity, freedom, even their lives for him and his wealth. They dressed up every day desperately hoping

what Doris wanted. She would take the abuse Melody gave her if it meant the amnesty would be signed. But there was no way she would ever give up her freedom for some man. Even if

never in a million

you saying?” Prince William sounded shocked from her response as if he fully

not sleep with you your majesty.” Doris

I insist?” Prince William threatened, though

up one of the butter knives resting by