Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne

Chapter 95 I guess we will have to see.

“A show—” William pressed his lips to her own before she could finish asking what he meant. He cupped

the back of her neck and she ignored Patrick’s annoying whistles as she kissed him back. It was like her

brain exploded with ecstasy and he was the taste she craved. She wrapped her arms around his neck

and allowed him to pull her against him as he kissed her harder and demanded access into her mouth

with a simple bite on her lip. Doris parted her lips and let his tongue try to win over her own-but it was

quite the fight. He kissed her until she felt a bit intoxicated with the way his hand ran up her thigh. She

forgot that they were just pretending. For a minute, it was all real. They were married, a young couple in

love trying to make it in the world while they kissed at bars and danced under the moonlight. It could all

be real if she just pretended. They broke apart for a bit of air. Her gaze couldn’t help but flicker from his

mouth to his blue eyes that looked drowned in desire, she would sink right in if she could. She didn’t

realize she was half on him until Patrick cleared his throat. Doris quickly moved back to her own seat and

pressed her hands to her warm cheeks to ward off her blush but she knew it wouldn’t work this time.

“Well, glad to see you two enjoy yourselves but we aren’t here for that.” Patrick smirked, William kicked

him under the table and Patrick cursed. They truly were a pair of idiots Doris glanced back to the crowd

and noticed that everyone had stopped looking at them. She calmed her breaths and tried not to feel so

disappointed that they broke apart so quickly. No-Patrick was right. It wasn’t time to fool around in the

middle of a bar! What had gotten into her? Every choice she made left her one step further from the

woman she used to be at the castle. But part of her felt…free in a way. As if she didn’t have a leash and

collar and she was just Doris—even when she want being Doris. “There he is.” Patrick waved his hand

towards an older man in the crowd. He stumbled his way over and they all knew he was already well on

his way to being wasted. “Greg! Great to see you.” Patrick said as he moved over for the man to sit.“

This is my cousin James and his wife Isabelle.” “Oh, hello. You selling what you gave him?” The man

cracked. Doris sunk deeper into her seat when her shame bubbled to the surface. “No.” William

snapped. The old man only laughed and plopped down in the chair across from them. He downed half of

his beer before he came up for air. “So,” Patrick cleared his throat. “What’s new, Greg?” “Ah, same shit. I

gotta get up early and ready the horses.” “Oh yeah? For what?” Patrick asked as he took a long swig of

beer. “Going on a hunt?” “Nah, no. They still looking for that damned prince but no one has seen him in a

week. I think he’s already on his way back to the kingdom where he can hide like the coward he is. But

no one ever listens to me.” Doris quickly gripped William’s leg under the table when she felt him tense

beside her. After a minute, he relaxed. “You going with them?” Patrick asked. He hadn’t once glanced at

them which made Doris realize he was trying not to be suspicious. Meanwhile, her heart was racing a

thousand miles an hour and if this bar wasn’t so loud, she was positive everyone would have heard it.

“Nah, I’m too old for that shit. I set up the horses for them and take care of them when they get back.”

“Aye, I can help ya.” Patrick offered and elapped the old man on his back. He looked a little shocked

even through his drunken haze. “Yeah? No one ever offers that.” “Well, I figure it’ll get me outta that

awful stirring job for a few hours.” Greg laughed and slapped his knee. “You got a deal, meet me at

dawn.” The old man stood and winked at Doris. She felt her skin crawl, he was old enough to be her

father. William glared at him until he was out of sight. His hand curled and opened on his lap. “I told you

we would get something.” Patrick whispered. He glanced around but everyone else was in their own

world. William stood. “That’s not much.” He grumbled and pulled Doris up with him. “I don’t want to hear

your voice again until you have more.” They left through the crowd and Doris was only glad to be free of

the smell. She despised the scent of alcohol. It only brought terrible memories and she was not in a

position to relive them. “Do you think it’ll work?” Doris whispered as they walked out into the snow. She

moved a little closer when the wind chilled her bones. William didn’t look at her. It made her want to force

his chin down just so he would see her. She wasn’t sure anymore if he was avoiding her or if he was

being normal and she was the one that was overthinking it. “I guess we will have to see.” The next

morning, Doris woke bright and early to get dressed for her job. William was already gone by the time

she left the bathroom. The night before was just a bunch of silence even after their heated kiss in the bar.

He didn’t try to cross the line again. It was as if he knew they weren’t being watched so there was no

point in pretending to be in love with her and wanting her like a husband would. It was all in her head.

When she sat down at her station with a new bottle of pills, the girls were already deep in a conversation,

but they stopped when they saw her. “We saw you last night!” Mia whispered with a smirk on her face.

“Oh?” Doris tried not to sound nervous. She replayed the night before and realized they were talking

about the bar. And-oh no, the kiss. “Oh.” “Yeah, oh! Your husband is so hot, why didn’t you tell us?” Mia

whisper-shouted. “Because… he’s my husband.” Doris said awkwardly and tried to laugh it off. They .

didn’t seem to notice. “Everyone is talking about how you acted in the bar.” Beck wiggled her brows,

Doris thought her cheeks had caught on fire and was about to burn her alive. “Not many men kiss their

women like that here.” Beck said with a sigh that screamed her longing. “Oh, well. James is very…”

“Passionate?” “Romantic?” “Oh, yes. Sure.” Doris nodded and cleared her throat. She only had a taste of

his passion, so she couldn’t speak on either of those things. “How was your nights? Anything fun

happen?” Doris asked. “Boring. A lot of the hunters are leaving today for a search party for the prince so

they didn’t want to drink much.” Mia said. “How long do those usually last?” Doris asked as she filled a

bottle. “A week or so. It usually grows quiet here when that happens. I’m not even sure they know what

they’re looking for.” Beck said with a small laugh. “Sure they do, a big handsome prince with fancy

clothes. Easy.” Mia raised her brows at her friend. “I think he would stand out more than anything against

the snow.” “Yeah, but they don’t know what he looks like.” Beck pointed out. “I think they have a general

description, but I personally think he would stick out easily.” “What do you think, Isabelle?” Beck asked.

Doris swallowed and sat up straighter. She looked between the two but they were both focused on their

tasks. “I think I agree. The prince would be easy to spot, he’s nothing like the people here.” Mia nodded

in agreement. Doris eyed the pills she was bottling and the label. “Hm, strange. These pills look

completely different from the ones I did yesterday but they have the same label.” “Shhh!” Beck hissed

and glanced around. Doris nervously looked but everyone else was in their own worlds and

conversations. “They’ve been diluting the pills due to stock lately. They can’t find the right ingredients for

what they need. Don’t worry, though. They’re all fine.” Doris almost dropped the pills and pushed away

from the table, but she stayed still. How could this company do something like that? Medicine was life or

death for some people. If they made it with the wrong ingredients, who knows what kind of reactions

people could have. “I heard why they also want the prince.” Mia said after a few minutes of silence. Doris

lifted her head. “A guy in the market said the prince sold him a bit of cure. They’re desperate to know the

exact recipe so they can replicate it and sell it for thousands.” 1