Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne

Chapter 62

Chapter 62 I‘m going to save her.

William was still there when she woke in the middle of the night with a fever. He stood up from the chair when he saw the look on her face and rushed to the bathroom to get cold water. Doris kicked off the blankets and rolled back and forth in her bed, dying to be relieved of the heat. Did she wake up in hell? He pressed a cold cloth to her forehead and for a minute, she swore she was hallucinating it. It looked as if two William’s were above her, dipping the cloth in water once she burned through the first one. He set down the bucket and pulled her hair back from her face-she couldn’t even describe how good it felt to be free of her hair as he tied it to the top of her hair with a line of loose rope. Every strand was away from her hot skin, she almost had the thought to cut it all off just so she wouldn’t haven’t to feel it ever again. Her mind didn’t even register how hideous she would look if she did something like that. “Doris…” He said firmly as if he was trying to wake her from a bad dream. She thrashed across the bed, her nightgown clung to her skin from her sweat. She was being burned

alive, wasn’t she? Someone came to finally end it all by setting her body on fire. This was for all she went through, death was finally claiming her body as its own. Release, she just wanted release “Doris!” He said louder. She hadn’t noticed he was holding her down against the bed until he shouted at her. Her vision blurred, was she even awake? Was this a dream again? “Let’s get you in the tub,” he lifted her from the bed and she weakly pushed at him. “No-no!” She shouted, or tried to. She didn’t want him to see her naked, she would rather die than let him be the first man to ever see her without any clothes on. She was already close to it. William ignored her objections and carried her to the bathroom. A large tub sat in the center of the room, it was already filled to the brim with water. William didn’t stop to take off her clothes, he set her right in the freezing water with her nightgown still on. It was a small mercy to her suffering mind.

Doris gasped as the shock rippled through her body. It woke her instantly, she could actually feel the coldness break through the heat of her body. Her hands trembled as she gripped the edge of the tub and dipped her head beneath the water. She wasn’t sure how long she stayed down, but large hands broke

through the surface and forced her up again. “Are you mad?” William snapped. He was on his knees next to the tub with his grip firm on her weak body. She could easily slip beneath the water again and sleep for eternity-but he wouldn’t let her go. He wouldn’t let her rest . “You’ll drown if you don’t sit up.” Doris hadn’t realized how hard she was breathing until he stopped talking. The room echoed with every breath she took and she knew she must have sounded like a dying animal to him. He forced her to sit up a little more before she relaxed in the cold water. How long until it boiled from how hot she was? William frowned and used a small towel to wipe some of the excess water off her face. She didn’t want him to touch her, it only made her feel hotter. “You should sit here for a while.” “I don’t think I could move if I wanted to.” Doris whispered. She closed her eyes and focused on the feeling of his hand as he made sure she didn’t slip beneath the surface again. Why was she only feeling worse? After two days, shouldn’t she have felt a little better by now? Her mind didn’t allow her to think of the possibility that he could see through her cream nightgown now that it was drenched. She could only think about the possibility that

her body was through with her. It wouldn’t fight through this fever, would it? It was going to finally allow her to leave after all she put it through William turned her head and removed the bandages from her neck where she took the almost fatal claws for him. His brows furrowed, he gripped her chin a little harder as he looked closer. “Doris.” He said her name like a command, she lifted her eyes back to his own when she realized they were trying to close again. “| need to get someone to look at this immediately.” “Why?” Doris whispered. “I think…” He hesitated, what a strange sight for a prince like him to hesitate. “I just need someone to confirm what this is.” The next thing she knew, she was being lifted from the lukewarm water. He carried her dripping body to one of the wide windows and set her on a chair. The cold breeze made her close her eyes in complete bliss. “Do not get up. I will be right back.” Doris said nothing. His steps grew fainter and she almost had half a mind to get up and change from her ruined nightgown despite his demand for her to stay still. The dresser felt miles away-she’d never make it. Since when did the room grow so large? Had they movedContent protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

her again? Doris closed her eyes and opened them when someone gripped her face. Eliza moved her jaw up and peered closer at the marks on her neck. When did she get here? She hadn’t heard her come in. Why was the room so bright? “Oh…” Eliza whispered, her cold fingers trailed down the marks on her neck. How bad did it look? She wished she could see what everyone was so concerned over. But then again, she didn’t want to. “We need to get Enzo.” “Just tell me what it is.” William growled.” Every second you waste she gets worse.” “I think the claws that scratched her were poisoned.” Eliza said, unaffected by the prince’s rapid mood change. Doris’s mind wouldn’t let her process the words, she felt herself drifting further from her body. William, though, looked a little lost. Silence followed, Eliza moved to get Doris a new nightgown and a few towels. “If you don’t mind, I can clean her up and make her a little more comfortable.” William narrowed his eyes at the woman before he looked at Doris once more. She must have looked like a drowned rat, because he nodded his head. “You have five minutes, no more.”

When he left, Eliza scoffed. “Possessive wolves, always the same.” She muttered to herself before she helped Doris out of her nightgown and into a new one. She undid her hair and braided it behind Doris’s back so it would be out of her way. “There, how does that feel?” Doris only nodded when no words would form. Eliza changed her sheets and poured more cold water before she helped her lay down again. The soft, clean fabric made her sink right into the bed like it was a cloud. “How bad is it?” Doris asked. Eliza placed a cool cloth across her forehead and another on her neck. “Don’t you think about that right now, you’re going to be fine.” She said, but Doris didn’t think she sounded like she believed it herself. “Not many people survive a poisoning.” Doris closed her eyes. “I don’t think the prince would allow you to die, my love. You’re going to be fine.” Eliza said gently. “I’m sure he would cross over just to bring you back himself if he had to.” Doris snorted a little. William would probably be relived if she passed on. Then he wouldn’t have to watch over her like a toddler. But, he didn’t have to watch her at all. Why was he here all night with her when there were so many others that could have sat in for her

if he requested it? As if he could hear her think about him, he entered without a single knock. He was across the room in three long strides and he looked her over as if to make sure Eliza didn’t break her somehow. “Did you tell Enzo-” “He doesn’t need to be here for her.” William snapped. “I’m here. I will

help her.” Eliza crossed her arms. “And what makes you think you can heal her? She’s knocking at death’s door and you should consider having others help pull her away from it.” Doris wanted to smile at Eliza for standing up to the prince. In the north, they truly didn’t care about royalty or what title he had. They treated him like he was just like anyone else, nothing special about him. William glared at her as if he wished he could rip her apart like he did to the men that attacked Doris. “I’m going to save her.” William said stiffly.” I’m going to feed her my blood.”