Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne

Chapter 41 Be safe, my friend.

“He…he said what?” Doris felt as if the world around her had slightly shifted as her focus grew a little

fuzzy. The dress she was wearing was much too hot for her to handle this news. “Mr. Carson said you

can’t leave unless I retur?” Beth nodded, her eyes glassy with unshed tears. “He just told me when I

came here to say goodbye.” Doris squeezed Beth’s hands as she talked, but her mind was far from her

words. It was William who put this order, it had to be. He must have thought this would guarantee she

wouldn’t try to escape while they were in the north. It hadn’t even crossed her mind that she might be

able to escape-she was only worried about staying alive in such a horrible place. She supposed to

others-it should have been front and centered in her mind, to grasp at the chance to be free from him

and this palace. Running away from Prince William while they were somewhere dangerous was just not

an option to her and it never had been. How would she fend for herself in the north without the royal

guard and Prince William? She had no survival skills for the freezing snow or self defense against wild

packs, so there was no way she could do it without dying in the process. For William to punish Beth

because of Doris angered her. Had he truly thought so little of her that he would bring her innocent friend

into this to make sure she didn’t try anything? The nerve! Every time she thought he had a heart, she

was immediately proven wrong. She wished she could

for the prince. Beth did not deserve to suffer for however long it would take her to return. Their trip could

take months or more! And what if something happened to Doris while they were in the north? Would they

keep her friend long after they found her body? Or let her go by default? Doris let out a small sigh and

brought Beth in for a tight hug. “I’m so sorry, Beth. I will return, you have my word. I don’t know how long

this will take, but I promise to come back so you can have your freedom.” “And yours.” Beth mumbled

against Doris’s hair. She pulled away a little to grip her shoulders.” Perhaps it’s okay that I have to wait

for you, so that we may go free together like we always planned. I would have waited close by for you to

return anyway.” “Leaving your fate up to my return is not fair—” “No, it’s not.” Beth frowned. “But we have

never gotten a say in anything we do here. I would rather know you’ve returned safe than be out there

alone wondering where you are.” “What if it takes me months to return? I won’t have any way to

communicate to you when I’ll be back.” Doris picked at her nails as her thoughts started to run from her.

“What if something happens to me out there and you’ll never be freed?” “Doris! Don’t talk like that,

nothing will happen to you out there. Mr. Carson told me they’re sending some of the strongest guards

out there with Prince William, surely they will protect you too.” Beth said gently. There was no guarantee

that they would care to protect a maid when they were only meant to protect their prince. They both knew

that, but it changed nothing. Doris would just have to try to stay alive for more than just herself.

She knew her friend was trying to look on the bright side of things, but the back of her mind kept

screaming her own fears back at her. She felt as if her corset was crushing the life out of her, the heat it

caused was enough to make her faint if she wasn’t careful. “Beth… I’m going to the north… we’ve both

heard the horror stories of what happens there. Remember the servant that was forced to travel through

to deliver a message? They said they found his body ripped apart and never found where his head

went!” Beth’s brows formed a line of worry, she shook her head. “Don’t think about those sort of things,

he was traveling alone. You’ll be protected by the roya guard, Doris. If that man had Prince William at his

side, we know he would have survived. Even though Prince William doesn’t have his own pack–he’s a

very dangerous wolf when he turns. Of all the princes, I’m glad he’s the one you’re going with because of

that.” Doris already knew how dangerous and scary Prince William could be. She had the scar to prove

it. There was so many thoughts trying to drown her nerves, it was getting harder to breathe. She was to

be alone with Prince William for who knows how many weeks or months in the snow. There was no

where for her to run or protect herself, especially against the prince if he got drunk and tried to attack her

again. She knew his guards would look the other way if he instructed them. Yes, Prince William hadn’t

tried anything with her since she told him she wasn’t interested, but she hadn’t been around him when he

was as drunk as that night yet. And if she wasn’t worried about him, she was worried about the rogue

packs that lived out there. The ones that would love to catch Prince William or

one of his party alone to torture for fun. She wandered how true that was, if they were desperate for the

chance to snatch a royal member and hang him for all their friends to poke at. What would they do to the