Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne novel Chapter 132

Chapter 132 Another bloody mistake.

The sickness started slowly in the day, and then it hit her all at once. She was in the middle of washing dishes when a dizziness overcame her and she collapsed on the cold ground. The guard that had been helping her nearby picked her up and carried her to where William was speaking quietly with a ghostly Enzo.

They’d set their party up in a temporary cabin that hadn’t yet been touched by the sickness. Or, they set themselves up while the villagers suffered in the other ones. William dropped the papers he was holding and took her in his arms the second he saw her. Already she felt sweaty and nauseated as if she was about to throw up all over him. How had it gotten a hold of her so fast?

“You got sick! I fucking knew this was going to happen!” William growled and carried her up to one of the empty rooms. Each of his stomps were like echos in her throbbing mind. He placed her in the center of the bed and started to pull off her boots and thick sweater. 1

“You know,” Enzo appeared at the door, he gripped the frame to hold himself up. He looked pale and as if he was about to pass out any second. “I haven’t been feeling too well myself.” 1

Just as he said it, he collapsed on the floor face first with a loud thump. William grumbled furiously and snapped at the nearby guards to take him to another room.

“I’m sure it’s just a cold.” Doris coughed and closed her eyes. “It’ll be over soon, it’s freezing outside.”

“It’s been freezing since the moment we entered the north and you’ve only just gotten sick.” William snarled. He wrapped her up in the blankets and left the room a second later. Dread crawled up her throat, as well as a bit of fear.

They were planning on leaving by nightfall to get to the palace by morning. Now that Enzo and herself were sick-they could be here for days until they were both fit to travel again.

It was hard to lift her head when she tried to sit up, it felt as if a led weight pulled her back down to the bed. The second her head hit the pillow, she was out.

Doris woke in a pool of her own sweat. The blankets were kicked down to her feet and she’d never seen sheets in such a twisted state.

“Stop moving, you’ll only get sick again.” William said from beside her. She turned to see him seated in a chair with a bucket and towels next to him.

“Again?” Doris whispered. Her voice was hoarse and scratchy as if she hadn’t used it in years.

“You’ve woken up to throw up about four times.” William leaned forward to wipe the sweat from her brow. “And then you would pass out the second you were done.”

“I don’t remember any of that.” Doris leaned her heavy head back on the pillows. A wave of chills passed through her body, he got up and brought the blankets back around her shoulders. “Was any medicine found?”

William snorted and leaned back in the chair. “From where the outside snow? No, none of the medicine that we brought has worked on anyone.”

“Is Enzo doing okay?” She didn’t have the energy to roll her eyes at his ridicules tone. He shifted beside her.

“He’s worse than you. I’ve never seen anyone look that sick before.” William said without a hint of sarcasm left in his voice. Doris could see the crease of worry form between his brows and she wanted to smooth it away. 1

“It’ll pass. Don’t worry.” Doris whispered. When she reached for his hand, he yanked it away

“Why is it that you can’t help but go against my commands? I told you not to get close to anyone and you let an old fucker cough in your face!” He stood and kicked the metal bucket across the room. Doris flinched when it hit the wall. At least it wasn’t full of her vomit.