Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne

Chapter 35

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Doris wiped her sweaty palms against her cloak. This would not be a pleasant night, she was sure of it. A hundred questions moed through her mind she didn’t have an answer to a single ane. Did he want her to serve him the whole night? Why didn’t he have another maid do this? Surely there were dozens of closer, more suited maids to tend to his

The footman glanced back at her once they reached his door as if he was finally checking to make sure she followed. Doris released a shaky breath and put her hand on her chest to feel how fast her heart raced. It was not exciting to be serving the most Totten princezalone. What if he tried to pin her to his bed again? What if he had been drinking? The man knocked twice before he opened the door. The chamber was extremely dim, only a few candles lit the area. “Prince William, I’ve brought the maid you requested.” “Let her in.” His deep voice drew her gaze to the window where he stood with his back to them. She cautiously entered and flinched when the door clicked shut behind her. “Good evening, your majesty.” Doris curtsied, trying to keep her voice calm. Prince William slowly tumed to look at her, a sense of resentment crossed his face for a moment when their eyes locked. Doris held her breath and curled her hands into fists at her side. “You know, I would never let a liar near me like this.” Prince William said, a flicker from the candle lit up his stony face. His blue eyes always held a

Time of their own when his emotions were on high

Prince William Hild up his hand to stop her. “I didn’t ask for an excuse. Doris slowly released her breath when he turned away from her and locked out the window again. The stars were so bright in the sky, it almost distracted her from his tense shoulders. After a moment of silence, Prince William turned back to look at her. “You’re the only exception. But if I catch you lying to me again, you’ll suffer a lot worse than you have now.” Doris swallowed and nodded her head. “Use your words.” He demanded. “Yes Prince William, I understand. Doris bowed her head. “May I serve you some tea?” Prince William looked her up and down, she only wished she had more time to cover her marks with makeup before she came. “Yes.”

Doris unclasped her cloak and hung it by the door before she prepared a tray and carefully poured a warm cup of tea for the prince. One of her hands was still bandaged and healing, even in ounce of pressure made her suck in a sharp breath. She sensed every step he made even with her back to him, she knew his eyes followed her every movement and it only made her hand shake more. When she attempted to pick up the tray, he grunted behind her. “Just bring the cup.” “Yes, your majesty.” Doris said softly. She turned to find him already seated at the small table used for taking tea or quick meals. The top of his shirt was unbuttoned and his jacket was thrown over à chals lazily by his fireplace. His raven black hair looked as if he’d run his fingers through it a dozen times since she’d turned away

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Cently, the placed the cup in front of him and smoothed out her skirt Te Vously. “Is there anything else you need with your tea? -No, it’s fine.” He Gifted the cup to his lips and looked at her over the brim. Doris cleared her throat and turned away to hang up his jacket. She limped a little as she walloed, clearly she had been on her Teet much longer than she was supposed to. The rest of her was starting to beg for her to rest as well, but she doubted Prince William would allow her to Test when he wasn’t even settled in bed yet. Doris hung his jacket and retrieved his night clothes. The last few times she’d seen him in his room, he didn’t sleep with a shirt on. But that might have been because of the circumstances. Doris shivered as the sounds of his MORT resurfaced in her mind, she quickly pushed them away before Melody’s haunted her too. When Doris emerged from his closet, he was already in bed. He wore a black sätin set of nightclothes that clung to his form, she glanced down at the red pair in her hands. “Oh, I

apologize for taking so long, your majesty.” Doris turned to put them back **Don’t bother, put them on the chair. The maid in the morning can handle that.” Prince William said as he stared up at the ceiling, his arm propped up behind his head. Doris tilted her head in confusion, why was she here if he didn’t want her to do normal duties? Doris set down the clothes and quickly moved to

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adjust his blankets. She wind, silenály cuning h alf when she grabbed Tor his lin pillow with her broken hand. His eyes shot to her face and then flickered to her hand. He yanked the pillow from her grip and fixed the pillows himself. Doris telt her cheeks burn, she wondered if he regretted asking her to serve him tonight yet. Or if he had the second she walked through the daer still looking like a bruised nes “Is there anything else you need before I blew aut the candles?” “No, that’s all.” Prince Willian said with his eyes already closed. Doris slowly moved around the Toom to start blowing out each candle. “Leave some of them on.” He instructed when she bent to blow out the ones closest to him out. Doris bowed her head and went to sit in the chair by his bed. A sharp pain spiked through her when she seated herself. It was as if all of her woreness decided to hit her all at once the second she allowed herself to sit. She bit down on her lip as hard is she could to muffle the sound of her whimper. Daris turned herself away from Prince William and held her side when the pain thickened. She’d forgotten all about her medicine she was supposed to take before bed, Beth would surely scold her about it the moment she returned. Doris glanced back at Prince William and found him sitting up watching her. The way his eyes searcher every inch of her made her feel bare, she hated that feeling “Come here.” He said. His deep voice vibrated through her body and held no room for objection… Doris slowly stood and winced at the new burst of agony. Her heart thundered nervously with each step closer she got to him. She was in too much pain to fight him off, but she would if she had to. “Yes?” Doris asked quietly when she approached

the side of his bed. He took him ind pulled her into bed. Darise d and tried to meme willy from him, but he held het still. His strong arm draped across her stomach and held her down in the bed, A WAVE af p c blinded her pain for 1 moment. “Flease “Enough.” He knowled. Dons froze. Prince William laid his head back against the silk pillars and closed his eyes. “Don’t move.” Deris watched his face, her entire body

tended. He Pently pulled her against his chest and she felt terrified to even breathe in his hold. What was the Keing to do to her? Why did he grab her and force her in his bed-again! Her mind raced with hatible thoughts of what he was planning on doing to her, she glanced around and looked for items she could use against him if he tried to undress her again. After what felt like hours of unbeanble tension, Doris realized Prince William had already been asleep. His chest lose and fell in thythm and she couldn’t help but stare at him to make sure he wasn’t faking it. She traced his face with her eyes and was started to see hiri look so peaceful for once. His dark lashes touched the top of his cheeks, she fought the urge to brush his dark hair away from his forehead. How could someone so chel look so innocent when they slept? . Her heart rate finally calmned to the beat of his owIL. She allowed herself to relax under his hold and felt as if she was sinking into his cloud-like bed. She released her tight grip on his arm and saw her nails must have dug deep into his skin when he grabbed her, but he didn’t seem to notice. Why did Prince William want her to sleep next to