Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne

Chapter 62 I‘m going to save her.

William was still there when she woke in the middle of the night with a fever. He stood up from the chair when he saw the look on her face and rushed to the bathroom to get cold water. Doris kicked off the blankets and rolled back and forth in her bed, dying to be relieved of the heat. Did she wake up in hell? He pressed a cold cloth to her forehead and for a minute, she swore she was hallucinating it. It looked as if two William’s were above her, dipping the cloth in water once she burned through the first one. He set down the bucket and pulled her hair back from her face-she couldn’t even describe how good it felt to be free of her hair as he tied it to the top of her hair with a line of loose rope. Every strand was away from her hot skin, she almost had the thought to cut it all off just so she wouldn’t haven’t to feel it ever again. Her mind didn’t even register how hideous she would look if she did something like that. “Doris…” He said firmly as if he was trying to wake her from a bad dream. She thrashed across the bed, her nightgown clung to her skin from her sweat. She was being burned

alive, wasn’t she? Someone came to finally end it all by setting her body on fire. This was for all she went through, death was finally claiming her body as its own. Release, she just wanted release “Doris!” He said louder. She hadn’t noticed he was holding her down against the bed until he shouted at her. Her vision blurred, was she even awake? Was this a dream again? “Let’s get you in the tub,” he lifted her from the bed and she weakly pushed at him. “No-no!” She shouted, or tried to. She didn’t want him to see her naked, she would rather die than let him be the first man to ever see her without any clothes on. She was already close to it. William ignored her objections and carried her to the bathroom. A large tub sat in the center of the room, it was already filled to the brim with water. William didn’t stop to take off her clothes, he set her right in the freezing water with her nightgown still on. It was a small mercy to her suffering mind.

rippled through her body. It woke her instantly, she could actually feel the coldness break through the heat of her body. Her hands trembled as she gripped the edge of the tub

sleep for eternity-but he wouldn’t let her go. He wouldn’t let her rest . “You’ll drown if you don’t sit up.” Doris hadn’t realized how hard she was breathing until he stopped talking. The room echoed with every breath she took and she knew she must have sounded like a dying animal to him. He forced her to sit up a little more before she relaxed in the cold water. How long until it boiled from how hot she was? William frowned and used a small towel to wipe some of the excess water off her face. She didn’t want him to touch her, it only made her feel hotter. “You should sit here for a while.” “I don’t think I could move if I wanted to.” Doris whispered. She closed her eyes and focused on the feeling of his hand as he made sure she didn’t slip beneath the

took the almost fatal claws for him. His brows furrowed, he gripped her chin a little harder as he looked closer. “Doris.” He said her name like a command, she lifted her eyes back to his own when she realized they were trying to close again. “| need to get someone to look at this immediately.” “Why?” Doris whispered. “I think…” He hesitated, what a strange sight for a prince like him to hesitate. “I just need someone to confirm what this is.” The next thing she knew, she was being lifted from the lukewarm water. He carried her dripping body to one of the wide windows and set her on a chair. The cold breeze made her close her eyes in complete bliss. “Do not get up. I will be right back.” Doris said nothing. His steps grew fainter and she almost had half a mind to

everyone was so concerned over. But then again, she didn’t want to. “We need to get Enzo.” “Just tell me what it is.” William growled.” Every second you waste she gets worse.” “I think the claws that scratched her were poisoned.” Eliza said, unaffected by the prince’s rapid mood change. Doris’s mind wouldn’t let her process the words, she felt herself drifting further from her body. William, though, looked a little lost. Silence followed, Eliza moved to get Doris a new nightgown and a few towels. “If you don’t mind, I can clean her up and make her a little more comfortable.” William narrowed his eyes at the woman before he looked at Doris once more. She must have looked like a drowned rat, because