Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne novel Chapter 67

Chapter 67 A bit of gossip.

When William left to go speak with Patrick, Doris didn’t waste a second of her time. She bathed and dressed in something warm before she wandered out to the village. People were gathered around a fire and swapping stories with warm cups of tea and chocolate. Doris smiled at them, but they looked at her and quickly avoided her eyes. She noticed a beautiful woman seated by herself watching Doris as she passed by, but didn’t offer any kind greeting either

— just a curious look. “Doris!” Eliza came out of one of the cabins and hurried her steps to catch up with her. Doris wondered how old the woman was. She had to guess somewhere around her mothers age which wasn’t that old. Possibly in her forties. “Oh hello Eliza. How’re you today?” Doris asked as she slowed her steps to walk with the woman. She followed her to a table that had warm tea and cookies. She wondered if it was a daily thing to gather

around a warm fire together-how lovely that sounded Eliza snorted and bumped her arm with her shoulder. “I should be asking you that. Has the poison passed through your system yet?” “William told me it should have. I was asleep for days while my body fought it. I haven’t felt anything more than the occasional dizziness since I got out of bed.” Doris piled a napkin with the sweets and followed Eliza to a bench nearby. “Thank you for helping me while I was sick, by the way.” “Oh, no thanks are in order. Your lover made sure he took care of you the entire time. He wouldn’t even let us come in to visit you once.” The woman rolled her eyes and sipped her tea. “Male wolves are so possessive of their women. Though, he probably wins an award for being the most possessive one I’ve ever encountered. Doris felt her entire face heat. “Oh no no. He’s a prince, not my lover. I work for him at the castle. I only came on this trip to aide him as a servant.” 2 Eliza raised her brows as if she couldn’t believe Doris was trying to make an excuse. “I’m serious, we have nothing

between us.” Doris continued. Her silence made her more nervous the longer it passed “No? I don’t think my husband would have even waited on me like that when he was alive.” Eliza said. Doris frowned and went to say something, but the woman held up her hand to stop her. “It was a long time ago, don’t worry yourself. Still, no man I know would sit day and night by your side unless he loved you.” Doris stared at her as if she was insane. She felt a laugh bubble up her throat but she swallowed it. Prince William? In love with her? Now she was absolutely mad for considering that. “That’s absurd—“ “You didn’t see him when you were unconscious. He was like a crazy man, desperate for you to get better. He ate next to you and slept in that chair for days. Everyone saw how much you mean to him.” Doris shifted uncomfortably. “I assure you that he’s not in love with me. I’m nothing but a maid to him. He doesn’t like when he loses things that he thinks belongs to him.” Eliza leaned back a little as if she was taking a wider look at Doris. “You think

he doesn’t think you’re worthy?” “What-no, I just know that he doesn’t love me. He has a lady back at the castle. She’s the reason we’re here.” Doris brushed her hair behind her ear and suddenly wished she never left her cabin. Was it too late to go back and hide? “You’re the most beautiful girl that has ever passed through this village, don’t let a man make you think you’re less.” Eliza said with a lifted chin. Doris sighed. “I appreciate your compliments but I truly think you’ve gotten the wrong impression. Prince William has a lady back in the palace waiting for him and he doesn’t harbor those feelings for me like you think he does. He’s just… a good prince.” “Hmmm.” Eliza shook her head. “I am not the blind one. Come with me.” Eliza stood suddenly and started walking away from the crowd. Doris quickly stood and followed her. “Where are we going?” Doris asked, catching herself from falling face first in the snow. A bit of her sickness still lingered in the smallest ways. One being the desperate need for her body to either sit or lay down at all times but she fought against it and kept on.