Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne

Chapter 46 What was that

It took Doris only a second to register his words. She shot up from the bed and hastily threw on her cloak. “How far are they?” She asked as she gathered the pile of clothes in her arms so they wouldn’t leave a trace of him behind. She didn’t have time to act proper in the moment, she didn’t care how crazed she looked. “A few miles down. I don’t think they scented us yet bur we need to get moving before they do.” William surprisingly helped her stuff the rest of the items in a bag before he grabbed her arm and hurried out of the tent. Guards were ready to collapse the tent the second they stepped out of it and packed it up with the rest of their items. Doris made sure her bag was still on her shoulder before she felt inside as he led her towards the waiting carriage. “Wait!” Doris halted her steps, he turned with frustration written all over his face but also a hint of concern. “What is it?” “My book-I can’t find it. I must have dropped it somewhere!” Doris looked around on the ground in hopes it was near by. His grip tightened on her arm, she winced and looked up at him. “Why would you care about that stupid book now?” His voice was tainted with a sort of rage that erupted from no where. It made her shrink back away from his towering form. “I-it was a gift from-” “From Martin. Yes, I know.” He hissed. “We don’t have time to search for a meaningless gift your 21:43

looking for it?” “Of of course not.” Doris said as he pulled her into the carriage and shut the door. She glanced out the window once more to see if she could see it before he shut the curtain. “I wouldn’t hold your hope for him too long, I’m sure he’s already forgotten you the moment we left. After all, you’re only a maid and there’s plenty of pretty ones still there to distract him.” His unkind words made her slowly turn towards him. He sat back lazily against the leathered seats as the carriage pulled away from their resting area. His eyes looked her up and down with a sort of distaste that was hard to miss. It made her skin crawl and shame wash over her for no reason. “I have never harbored any feelings for him, nor has he ever touched me.” Doris said lowly, she turned her head to hide her blush. How could he ever think that of her? “It was just a gift.” Prince William snorted as if he didn’t believe a word she said. Doris scooted closer to the door and as far from him as she could get. One minute he was calm and almost caring, the next he was cruel. It didn’t make any sense to her and she couldn’t figure out what his true personality was. Perhaps she would never truly know. Doris picked at her nails to distract herself from the silent carriage ride. So far she had seen nothing but snow and trees that went on for miles and miles. She was curious if there were any small towns in the north or

the small slit in the curtain. He had his hand holding up his chin and he looked exhausted still. She wished she could pick apart his mind and ask him what bothers him so much all the time. Was it her? Or was he just this way because of the rotten childhood he had? It was getting harder to tell. “Is there something you need?” He asked without taking his eyes from the window. The heat crept up her face again and threatened to expose her thoughts. “No-” “Then why do you keep staring at me?” He turned his blue gaze on her, it was almost startling. “I was just making sure you were okay, is all.” She shifted under his searching gaze and wished she hadn’t said anything at all. “It would be best for you not to concern yourself with my feelings.” He said blandly. “Otherwise you’d never sleep.” Doris furrowed her

“Have you ever traveled the north?” She asked. His fingers played at the hem of the curtains as he gazed out into the snow. “No. I’ve only ever heard stories. My father would have never allowed it when I was younger, even when he didn’t care what I did.” “I heard a few messengers were—“ “Wait.” He sat up quickly, Doris closed her lips and watched him. “Do you hear that?” Doris strained to listen, but she heard nothing but the sound of the wheels traveling through the snow and the rattle of the