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.

majesty.” Doris leaned forward to blow out

him settle into bed, rolling back and forth as his breathing steadied. She’d never been

His room smelled lovely and inviting. Much different from the stench of alcohol on him that night he attacked her. This was more unique to him, almost like a stormy

she felt her mouth was much too dry. She

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

stood and tried not to trip over herself

pulled

her mouth and suddenly he flipped them over so he was on top of her. He pressed her into

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

want to punish

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 she wouldn’t be playing with his emotions. On one hand, he’d caught her trying to get his attention more than once, on the other, she’d been nice to everyone except

had to let Waylon

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

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

enough. He flinched at himself when he heard the hurt in his own tone, it wasn’t like him

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

lives 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 signed. But there

in a

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

not sleep with you your majesty.”

threatened,

She picked up one of the butter knives resting by the tea pot and pointed