Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne

Chapter 57 Tonight will be the end of their rebellion

They were gone for a while. Doris watched the sun come up but didn’t see it fully raise before she fell asleep on Enzo’s couch. As a maid, she would have normally been appalled at herself for potentially staining the couch with the amount of blood on her clothes. Now, she felt numb to it all. To any sort of thought that required her to listen to someone or take orders. How would she ever be that way again?

When she opened her eyes, it must have been hours later. The sun was low again and the fire had dimmed to a slow burn. Enzo sat in a chair across from her with his eyes fixed on the dying flames. He looked deep in thought, she wondered if he was here to punish her for Killing one of his own. As if he felt her eyes on him, he looked over at her. “Doris, how are you feeling?” He asked as he sat up from his slouched position. Doris lifted the heavy blanket that was draped around her and pushed it off. She still wore the bloodied clothes that reminded her it wasn’t a dream. She really did take someone’s life, didn’t she? When she said nothing, he stood to pour

, some tea for her. “It was a stupid question, of course you’re not okay.” He placed the cup in her hands and she let the heat unthaw her fingers that still felt like ice. She didn’t think it was possible to ever get used to this sort of cold that chilled her bones. Enzo pulled the chair closer to sit near her. “I want you to take the cabin next to mine. I’ll be able to hear you if you... if you need me.” “Is this going to be a nightly event?” Doris asked numbly. She set down the cup without taking a single sip. Her stomach didn’t feel as if it could handle anything in it. “No, I will make sure of that.” Enzo said with a dark tone. Doris wasn’t sure she believed him this time. It was hard to trust anyone but herself anymore. Now that she had blood on her hands, she knew she would never be the

where Prince William is?” Doris asked as she rubbed some of the blood off her hands. In her mind, she saw his moody face. She imagined he would’ve killed those men for hurting her. Wouldn’t he? Or was she only delusional? “No, we haven’t heard of his recent location but I will let you know the moment we do. Are you wishing to go back to the palace

disgusting, every ounce of her was rotten. She wished she could peel off her skin and step into a new body. “I know you may have a hard time believing me, but I assure you that no one will lay a finger on you after tonight.” Enzo leaned towards her. He went to reach out his hand, but thought better of it. “Tonight. You mean

gathering, it just won’t be fun. Before the wolves take over our bodies, I have something in mind involving those that wished you harm.” Enzo opened his coat and took out something flat wrapped in leather. He placed it in her hands gently as if he

trailed her fingers across the medal. It was beautiful for something so deadly. “This is for me to have?” “Of course, if you’ll take it. It’s yours to use as you need.” Enzo leaned back a little in his chair. “It does have many uses other than stabbing others. For instance, you can cut up food or clear your nails. Be careful, though. I once slit my finger open when the blade was too sharp.” “I don’t even know how to use a blade.” Doris set it down and covered it with

there’s nothing to it. You point and stab. Really, there’s not much else to say.” Doris rolled her eyes, Enzo only laughed. “No, I mean-I’ve never really… had a weapon of my own. Not even at the palace, it’s against the rules to let servants have a blade.” “Ah, but again-you’re not at the palace, are you? You’re in the dangerous north and

had some clothes delivered for you, they’re in my bathing chamber. Take as long as you need and come find me when you’re done. Doris watched as Enzo stood and left his cabin for her own use. He gestured for her to lock the door once he closed it. She practically ran across the room to do just that -and then double checked that it was closed and locked tight. She went to each of the windows just to unlock and lock them again. She paced the room so many times before she finally went to wash all of the blood and gore