Chapter 46


    Chapter 46 What was that


    It took Doris only a second to register his words. She shot up from the bed and hastily threw on her


    cloak. “How far are they?” She asked as she gathered the pile of clothes in her arms so they wouldn’t


    leave a trace of him behind. She didn’t have time to act proper in the moment, she didn’t care how


    crazed she looked. “A few miles down. I don’t think they scented us yet bur we need to get moving


    before they do.” William surprisingly helped her stuff the rest of the items in a bag before he grabbed her


    arm and hurried out of the tent. Guards were ready to copse the tent the second they stepped out of it


    and packed it up with the rest of their items. Doris made sure her bag was still on her shoulder before


    she felt inside as he led her towards the waiting carriage. “Wait!” Doris halted her steps, he turned with


    frustration written all over his face but also a hint of concern. “What is it?” “My book-I can’t find it. I must


    have dropped it somewhere!” Doris looked around on the ground in hopes it was near by. His grip


    tightened on her arm, she winced and looked up at him. “Why would you care about that stupid book


    now?” His voice was tainted with a sort of rage that erupted from no where. It made her shrink back


    away from his towering form. “I-it was a gift from-” “From Martin. Yes, I know.” He hissed. “We don’t have


    time to search for a meaningless gift your 21:43


    lover gave you. Would you rather us all die looking for it?” “Of of course not.” Doris said as he pulled her


    into the carriage and shut the door. She nced out the window once more to see if she could see it


    before he shut the curtain. “I wouldn’t hold your hope for him too long, I’m sure he’s already forgotten you


    the moment we left. After all, you’re only a maid and there’s plenty of pretty ones still there to distract


    him.” His unkind words made her slowly turn towards him. He sat backzily against the leathered seats


    as the carriage pulled away from their resting area. His eyes looked her up and down with a sort of


    distaste that was hard to miss. It made her skin crawl and shame wash over her for no reason. “I have


    never harbored any feelings for him, nor has he ever touched me.” Doris said lowly, she turned her head


    to hide her blush. How could he ever think that of her? “It was just a gift.” Prince William snorted as if he


    didn’t believe a word she said. Doris scooted closer to the door and as far from him as she could get.


    One minute he was calm and almost caring, the next he was cruel. It didn’t make any sense to her and


    she couldn’t figure out what his true personality was. Perhaps she would never truly know. Doris picked


    at her nails to distract herself from the silent carriage ride. So far she had seen nothing but snow and


    trees that went on for miles and miles. She was curious if there were any small towns in the north or if it


    was all like this. Obviously the rogues must have their own areas they favored, she wondered if it was


    viges or if they set it up almost like a camp so it would be quick to move if they needed. Beth had once


    told her that they liked to hide in bushes and set carriages on fire if they


    didn’t know the people inside-Doris quickly tried to shake that thought away before she started to worry


    about someone setting the carriage on fire while they rode. Snow was always lovely to watch out a


    window in the pce during the colder months, but here it seemed more like a death sentence. Every


    inch of her felt like ws of ice down her skin. Sometimes she forgot how cold she was, and then she


    would move and it came back to her in one horrible breath. It was a wonder how the rogues survived in


    this weather, but she supposed being a wolf helped in some way. Doris let out a quiet breath and


    nced up at the prince to see him staring out the small slit in the curtain. He had his hand holding up


    his chin and he looked exhausted still. She wished she could pick apart his mind and ask him what


    bothers him so much all the time. Was it her? Or was he just this way because of the rotten childhood he


    had? It was getting harder to tell. “Is there something you need?” He asked without taking his eyes from


    the window. The heat crept up her face again and threatened to expose her thoughts. “No-” “Then why


    do you keep staring at me?” He turned his blue gaze on her, it was almost startling. “I was just making


    sure you were okay, is all.” She shifted under his searching gaze and wished she hadn’t said anything at


    all. “It would be best for you not to concern yourself with my feelings.” He said ndly. “Otherwise you’d


    never sleep.” Doris furrowed her brows and looked down at her hands. It was terrifying to be alone with


    him for so


    long, but somewhere along the journey she felt that fear slip away. Even with his unpredictable moods,


    she felt fine being near him. Almost used to it by now. “I just wonder how long it will take to get there.”


    Doris said without lifting her gaze. “It depends on how many detours we have to take. As long as we’re


    not digging through the snow for a useless book or getting mauled by the rouges, we should get there


    any day now.” Doris blushed furiously. She felt silly for ever wanting to dy their trip to look for the book


    but he was just as rude about it. “Have you ever traveled the north?” She asked. His fingers yed at the


    hem of the curtains as he gazed out into the snow. “No. I’ve only ever heard stories. My father would


    have never allowed it when I was younger, even when he didn’t care what I did.” “I heard a few


    messengers were—“ “Wait.” He sat up quickly, Doris closed her lips and watched him. “Do you hear


    that?” Doris strained to listen, but she heard nothing but the sound of the wheels traveling through the


    snow and the rattle of the carriage. “No—” He gestured for her to be silent again. His head titled to the


    side and his brows furrowed in concentration, but she couldn’t hear a single thing. Their carriage shook,


    William moved to sit next to her and put his arm across her as if he was shielding her from a rough


    break. When it stopped, he stepped out without a word and looked around. “What happened?” He


    demanded. A guard slid off his horse and pointed to the wheels. “We ran something over, we couldn’t


    see what it was in this darkness.”


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    William went to see for himself. Doris carefully stepped out of the carriage and immediately felt the cold


    chill sting against her cheeks William snapped his head back to look at her. “What are you doing outside


    of the–” He froze and cocked his head to the side as if he was listening for something. “Get over here,


    Doris.” Doris hesitantly moved closer to him, he pulled her behind his back as he searched through the


    area with alert eyes. “William?” Doris whispered. He held up his hand to silence her. It was obvious


    everyone around her seemed to hear something as well. “We should” An arrow pierced the air and struck


    one of the guards through the shoulder. They all watched him fall before someone shouted. “Get down!”