Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne

Chapter 205 All the little changes

The night passed in a blur of music and celebration. Doris finally snuck off to her room when her feet had enough. She wasn’t used to walking in heels, let alone for an entire night. It didn’t help that her chest was almost more sore than her feet and she had eaten enough to pop the bodice on her dress. Beth was no where to be found, but another maid was nearby and helped Doris out of the gorgeous dress that would stay in her closet til the end of time. There was no way she would ever get rid of a gown like that. Even on the hanger it looked as if it had been plucked from her dreams. 3 By the time she had dressed and collapsed in bed, she was out. Her body aches and swollen feet weren’t even enough to keep her awake.

Eventually, she woke in the night when she felt William slip in the bed beside her. He smelled like champagne and apples as he pulled her body against him. She felt his lips press against her head before he fell into his own exhaustion. The next morning, she woke the second he moved to leave the bed. Already she could tell he slept much past the time he normally did, otherwise she wouldn’t have even seen him leave.

His black hair was far from the perfect style he had last night. A few strands stuck straight up in the air even after he ran his fingers through it. She’d never seen him wake up and still look as tired as he did. “What are you smiling at?” He grumbled as he moved around her room. She hadn’t even noticed that there was a change of clothes for him on the dresser. Did a maid bring that in when they slept? Or had that been there before she went to bed? “You look adorable.” Doris sat up and hugged her knees to her chest as she grinned at him. He snorted and disappeared into the bathroom. A moment later, she heard the sound of water. Simple things sent her heart to the moon, and it was foolish for her to feel so giggly but she couldn’t help it. He came to her room instead of his own. She wondered if he realized she wasn’t there, and went to find her. Or if he checked here first. It didn’t matter-he didn’t want to end his night without her. 1 It was like a dose of caffeine in her veins to have him around. She normally would have fallen back against her pillow and tried to sleep for a few more hours. But now she jumped out of bed and readied herself in a beautiful day dress. It was a lovely pale pink color that reminded her of her favorite roses. When he came out, he looked more like the king he was supposed to be. His hair wasn’t as messy and his suit was set right. The look of exhaustion was long gone from his skin as if he slapped it right off. “I have a lot of meetings today. They might last well into the night and continue tomorrow.” William grumbled. “I want to make sure the rogues get what’s promised to them immediately. Hopefully we will see rogues walk among the kingdom again by the end of the week. But that means I might not see you until late.”

Doris’s shoulders lowered, but her smile remained. “Of course. You’re a fancy king now, I’m sure you’ll have meetings all day every day for months.” William stepped up to her and gripped her at her waist before he kissed her. It was enough to make her want to melt into him and forget everything he just told her. When he puled away, she almost latched right back onto him.

how much longer you’re going to make me do

you going to insist on staying in this room?” Doris’s lips parted. “I—what? You gave me this room when you announced me as your lady! You are the one that had it

in here.” Doris crossed her arms over her chest. “And where do you suppose I should move them to? My old room in the servants quarters?” “Don’t be a smart ass.” He shot her a look. Doris had to bite her lip to keep

but he was already heading towards the

“I said that’s final!”

her feet carry her through the long halls. No one stopped her or paid her more than a glance as she walked. “When are you going to let me free? I haven’t stretched my legs in so

not running through the halls right now.” Doris rubbed her head. “Why is it considered an honor to have a white wolf? Everyone tells