Up above: Jaide Norcross played by Bella Hadid 🤤

Chapter titles WITH brackets such as this one are chapters that have smut.

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"Ever since I was three?"

  Reina was pacing around in front of Genevieve in the large chamber that belonged to her until her marriage, which then after she had to move in with Harry. Harry had stormed out of the meeting angry after hearing his father's final words, as well as Reina's stepmother's about the proposal being set ever since they were both three years old. Reina was dragged away by Genevieve to her bedchamber before she could lose her temper.

   "It was a decision made by your father after your mother died, and before I arrived," Genevieve spoke quietly, sitting on the bed with her hands on her lap.

   "But why? Did we owe something to House Styles?" Reina questioned, fiddling with her fingers as she continued pacing back and forth.

   "Not entirely. I assume at the time, the King wanted an alliance: a political marriage. House Rahraenos was a respected and noble house before the rebellion. Pairing our house with House Styles would have made a great match, what with our dragons and high status. Now, we are seen as the traitor house," Genevieve explained as Reina listened attentively.

   "Yet the marriage is still happening," Reina scoffed, walking up to the large window by the side of the room and gazing outside of it.

   "Well yes, they remembered the proposal and thought it was a perfect way of establishing peace between our houses. Plus, with this our house can rise up to its previous status in future wars when we fight alongside Styles' with Vaera and her babies," Genevieve told her with a sigh, noticing Reina's rage fade away a little, only to be replaced with sadness and slight fear.

   "Couldn't you have told me of this earlier? Look at what's going to happen to me now! I'm going to wed this man whom I barely even know, bed him and produce an heir to the throne. Become Queen at some point and live in this new kingdom, far away from my own family and people," Reina rambled loudly and emotionally.

   "Reina," Genevieve spoke up firmly, walking towards her and taking ahold of her forearms. "Listen to me carefully."

   "You are Princess Reina of House Rahraenos, what is our motto?"

   "Don't wake a sleeping dragon."

   "No, idiot. Our official motto," Genevieve shook her head.

   "Never forget."

   "That's right. We never forget. We will never forget what happened during that rebellion. We will never forget our soldiers who lost their lives in the battle. We will never forget the effort put into the rise of House Rahraenos from a common house into a noble one, by the hand of the King and Queen. Of Ronan and Rhoda," Genevieve spoke to her firmly.

   "We need to prove to House Styles that we regret starting the rebellion, and that we are willing to establish peace. After all, that was all that Ronan and Rhoda hoped for, peace and love to unite us all. That was...of course...before he went mad and decided to rebel," she spoke quickly towards the end, making Reina swallow thickly. "Your brother and I wrote to the King about making amends, saying that we will do anything to keep peace between us. They asked for this marriage and some land. The marriage thing is mostly a tradition of theirs."

   "You think this marriage will ease things between us and the Styles family?" Reina murmured quietly, making her nod a little.

   "It's what they want, I assume it's mostly to produce an heir for the throne, and it's about time their son should be wed," she explained.

   "And they want our dragons. My dragons," Reina said with an angry scowl.

   "Reina, when you're married to Harry the dragons will still be under your control. Even if they force you to give up your dragons for war, you stay adamant on keeping them. If they try to touch your dragons, remember that you're the only one who can control them. They will burn if they ever so much touch a scale on Vaera and her babies," Genevieve assured Reina, gazing at her sympathetically and touching her cheek.

   "I'm sorry, my dear, that it had to turn out like this. I know this was the last thing you would have ever wanted for your future; to be part of a political arranged marriage between you the son of the man who killed your father. I'm sorry you have to marry a man you just met today, someone you barely know," Genevieve rambled, stroking her cheek with a sad look on her face.

   "You should that your brother and I defended you and refused at first, but they got offended and used our words of doing whatever they wanted to make amends, against us."

   "Don't apologize, it's not your fault," Reina said with a sigh, touching the hand of her stepmother's that was on her cheek. "This was decided by my father after my mother died and before he met you. Before either of you could stop him. I do not understand how he could do this to me. He would not have forced me into a marriage like this. Father didn't care that much about House Rahraenos' status, not enough to force his only daughter into a political marriage."

   "Maybe he was desperate? I'm not sure," Genevieve suggested, her too unclear about Ronan's reasoning at the time of this decision. "I'll check records and talk to your father's advisors when I return to Vardomos. I'll write to you if I find anything."

   "When will you be returning to Vardomos?" Reina questioned with wide eyes, making Genevieve press her lips together sadly.

   "A few days after your wedding," she murmured, making Reina bite her lip. "Your brother, our handmaids and family are on their way now for the wedding. Your brother will most probably stay with me for a few days after your wedding, but the rest of our family will be returning back to Vardomos after the wedding."

   "So I'll be here all alone," Reina murmured quietly, her expression falling when realization struck her. 

   "Reina, my love, you have to be a strong and think about your house. It is what a princess must do. A future queen. Your house and family comes first, always. It's your duty. You have to start thinking like that, and it has to start now," Genevieve told her firmly.

   "Yes, you're right," Reina murmured quietly with her gaze averted. "There's nothing I can do now, anyways."

   "Exactly. Refusal will only strain our relations with the Styles and we cannot be their enemy. Not when they have a majority of the noble houses backing them up. We need to survive, Reina, and for that we need allies. I hope you understand."

   "I do," she said with a nod. "When exactly is the wedding happening?"

   "The day after tomorrow. We're just waiting for our people. We've been preparing for a few weeks now," Genevieve spoke cautiously, making Reina swallow thickly, staring at her with hard eyes. "I wanted to tell you, I swear. But they didn't want either one of you or Harry to find out."

   "What about their marriage traditions? Is it similar to ours?" she questioned with an arch of her brow, changing the subject before she could lose her temper.

   "Exactly the same except for one thing," Genevieve spoke hesitantly, looking at Reina who noticed her change in expression.

   "Well? What is it?"

   "They have this...ceremony called the consummation, which happens after the wedding and it's mandatory," Genevieve said, making Reina frown in confusion.

   "I'm unsure of this tradition. What happens during it?"

   "Well you know that a married couple must have sex on their wedding night, that is common tradition," Genevieve tried to explain, hoping she wouldn't scare or anger her stepdaughter. "But the consummation is a tradition where the newly married couple have sex in the presence of witnesses."

   "What?" Reina gaped with wide eyes. "You mean to say that, I have to have sex with Harry, with people watching us? Who will be watching?"

   "The King, Queen, their family, our family, some nobles..."

   "This is absurd!"

   "It is the Styles tradition, which we must follow, Reina," Genevieve sighed lightly when Reina began pacing around frantically. "This occurs for every political marriage the Styles family has. It's important for those types of marriages to signal an unbreakable union, a political marriage not a love one, which is what you will be having."

   "But why is it so necessary for them to watch us? Just the thought of it makes me...uneasy."

   "Without consummation, the marriage could be declared null and you could be granted an annulment, which is not what either house wants," she explained. "Null meaning invalid, and having no legal or binding force, which is basically annulment, declaring the marriage has no legal existence."

"So with the witnesses watching, they therefore can testify to the validity of the marriage, especially if anyone questions it. If you become pregnant on the wedding night, the witnesses also can help to defend the legitimacy of the heir."

  Reina took a seat on the bed, breathing heavily with her hand against her forehead, feeling her mind ache at the acquisition of all this information. She knew that the general tradition was to have sex with the husband on the night of the marriage, but she was hoping she could steer Harry away from that. But even she knew that it wasn't possible, she barely knew what kind of person Harry was and whether or not he would force her to do it with her. But now, after learning that she had to do it, with people watching, she began to panic.

   "Mother, but I'm not..." she trailed off, biting her lower lip with her green eyes filled with a worry.

    "A virgin. I know," Genevieve said solemnly.

   "Will they notice? I mean; I can fake the pain but-"

   "But they will check. I have a feeling they will check the sheets for blood," Genevieve said in a grave tone, making Reina's heart race with worry.

   "Then what will happen if they don't find any blood? If they find out that I'm not a virgin? Oh god!"

  Reina began shaking her head. Reina lost her virginity when she was 18, and she didn't regret it, despite knowing that if anyone found out her reputation would be ruined. A princess must be pure before marriage. If not, they're considered as whores. The loss of a woman's virginity, in this world, strips a young women's ability to find a good husband, which is ultimately what every young woman was raised to do.

  Reina hated the way society viewed women and treated them, therefore rebelled against it. But unfortunately, that had consequences. She was worried about what would happen to the relations of House Styles and Rahraenos, if they found out if she wasn't a virgin. Would they accept the marriage anyways and forget about it? Would they look down on her simply because she chose what to do with her own body?

   "I'll take care of it," Genevieve spoke up, standing in front of Reina who looked up at her.

   "What? How?"

   "I'll figure out a way to get blood on the sheets before the consummation starts. Keep it well hidden until the both of you are under the sheets. The witnesses won't see because there will actually be slightly see-through bed curtains covering the both of you," she told her, before cupping her chin and tilting her head up to meet her gaze.

   "You've got lunch with the Prince in an hour's time, let's get you cleaned up and in a new dress shall we?"

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   "Watch the nails, Jaide."

  Harry's hissing only turned Jaide on even more when he shifted his hips upwards sharply, driving his côck into her, causing her to moan breathlessly into his ear.

   "Fuck, sorry," she breathed, slipping her fingers into his long, curly hair instead to avoid scratching his back again.

  Harry buried his face into the dip of her neck and bit the skin there, leaving harsh bruises while slamming his cock into her relentlessly. Short, sharp breaths escaped Jaide's parted lips, grimacing when she felt the stone wall Harry was fucking her against, scratch the skin of her back as her body jolted upwards with every thrust. Harry felt her slim, ivory legs wrap around his sharp hips tighter, soft chest press firmly against his hard, bare one as he moaned at the feeling of her warm, wet walls engulfing his needy côck.

   "Harry, bed please," Jaide gasped with a moan, gripping his hair tightly.

  He tucked his arms under her creamy thighs, instructing her to wrap her arms around his neck, as he pulled her off the wall. In that position, he bounced her on his cock, the sound of her ass slapping against his thighs echoing throughout the room. Harry's gleaming, lust-filled eyes met her bright ones, tongue slipping out to lick his pink, swollen lips, giving Jaide the urge to kiss them. But she didn't. She had never kissed Harry because she felt as if he didn't want her to, or would reject her if she did. She supposed it was what kept their sexual activities from being really intimate.

  Harry eventually set her down on the edge of the bed, hand pushing her down and slipping up to wrap around her throat. Holding her in place like that, Harry gripped her hip tightly with the other hand and squeezed her neck, fucking her pussy until he was sure she would feel it aching for days. Jaide's high-pitched moans filled his ears, helping him forget momentarily about his anger towards the arranged marriage he's involved in.

   "Harry, yes- right there!" Jaide screwed her eyes shut and moaned, frail hand wrapping around the wrist of his hand that held her neck.

  Harry released his anger through his actions, tightening his fingers and moving his other hand to squeeze her breast. He twisted her hard nipple between his fingers, urging her to release when he noticed her moans grow high in pitch, body jolting under him. His bright green eyes raked down her naked body, hand dragging across her soft skin until he reached the place where they were connected. He licked his lips at the way his thick cock glistened with her arousal, sliding in and out of her pretty pûssy.

   "Are you going to release for me, Jaide?" he spoke lowly with a growl, using the hand that was wrapped around her throat to grip her chin tightly.

   "Yes, my Prince," she gasped for air, opening up her blue-green eyes and moaning softly.

  He growled when she called him that, disliking whenever she did use those words to address him. He didn't belong to anyone, and it reminded him that he was going to belong to a certain foreign princess in a few days.

  His hand splayed across her bare lower stomach, thumb reaching down to rub her clit harshly. Jaide gasped at the pleasuring feeling, the combination of his cock fucking her and thumb rubbing her clit sending her over the edge. He continued his movements as he watched her with a satisfied smirk, releasing all over his cock, so overcome with pleasure.

  There was something he loved about the human orgasm, the way it would take over every sense and flood the body with pleasure; all of it showcased on the facial expressions and body movements of a woman. He loved that he was so good at giving women the best orgasm they could ever have. He loved sex and he loved pleasuring women, hearing the sound of their sweet moans and feeling their soft skin slapping against his own was just as good as receiving pleasure from them.

   "I want to release down your throat," he grunted with a heavy moan, feeling his own orgasm coming just as she had her own.

  Jaide obeyed, licking her lips while gazing at him standing there before her, between her legs. Her blue-green eyes dragged down his torso, gleaming with a light sheen of sweat, stomach muscles contracting with every thrust. She propped her upper body up with her elbows, flicking her hair over her shoulder so that her breasts were on show for him. He groaned quietly under his breath at the way her soft breasts were bouncing, pulling out and using his hand to finish himself off.

  He climbed onto the bed over her chest, ring-clad fingers pumping his glistening cock powerfully; pink tip peeking out of his fist while he shifted his hips with his hand. He groaned lightly under his breath at the feeling of his rings rubbing against the flesh of his côck. He adjusted his grip so they were rubbing against the vein under his shaft, ultimately pushing him over the edge.

  The pleasure overcame him eventually, causing him to release right into Jaide's eager mouth. He let go of his length, allowing her to wrap her small hand around it and work him through his high. His fingers slipped into her dark hair as her eyes fluttered shut, pink lips parted with her tongue tickling the underside of his cock. Ropes of his cum shot into her open mouth, a fair amount dripping down her chin. He shot one last spurt with a soft moan, then falling to the side of the bed with a heavy sigh.

  He ran the fingers of his clean hand through his curls, grimacing at the sweat that was gathered by his hairline. A bath was what he thought, climbing off the bed and looked for his robe. The pleasure was short-lived and he already found his thoughts about the meeting this morning creeping into his mind again. Jaide on the other hand laid there on the bed, naked, licking her lips and cleaning up her chin with her fingers. A small part of her wished he'd lay in bed with her for a few minutes, but realized that he didn't seem like he was in the mood to just lay down for a bit, today.

   "So," she started to say, watching him pace around the room looking for his robe. "What has got you so riled up today?"

   "What gave you the impression I was angry?" he chuckled unexpectedly.

   "Your actions were rougher than usual," she said with a smirk, turning to lie on her stomach as she gazed at him pulling on his ruby robe and securing it around his naked body. "It aroused me greatly."

   "Glad to hear that you are satisfied," he said, grabbing another one of his robes that was nearby and tossing it at her. "Get dressed."

  She frowned lightly, pulling the robe on just as he opened the door of his bedchamber and called for his servants.

   "Run a bath for me, please," he ordered them, just as Jaide climbed off the bed and headed to where he was standing, by the window.

   "What's wrong?" she questioned lowly, noticing that there was a change in him today. He was angry for sure, but about what was what she wanted to find out.

   "I'm to be married in a day or so," he finally said with a heavy sigh, folding his arms over his chest.

  Jaide frowned deeply, finding herself slightly upset with this news because a part of her had hoped that the King would marry Harry off to her. Harry's family was good friends with hers; her father was a noble lending land to the King. The Queen loved her and the princess, Gemma, was a close friend. But she was reminded that she wasn't a princess, just a lady. Her blood wasn't royal enough for him. She knew he was going to marry a princess from one of the noble houses ruling one of the five kingdoms.

   "To who?" she asked quietly, folding her arms over her chest and leaning against the wall next to the window.

   "Reina Rahraenos," Harry muttered under his breath, making Jaide's eyes widen.

   "The foreign princess? The daughter of the man who rebelled against the King?" she gaped, making him nod solemnly. "Was this your choice? To marry a foreigner?"

   "No, of course not, Jaide," he scowled at her endless questions, looking away from her to thank the servants who arranged his bath.

  He walked into the bathroom, untying his robe and letting it drop to the floor before climbing into the bathtub. Jaide followed him into the bathroom; blue-green eyes landing on his back, watching the muscles contract under his bronzed skin as he lowered himself into the bathtub. They caught a glimpse of his cute ass, Jaide momentarily wishing she had given it a squeeze while they were fucking.

  Harry let out a sigh when he slipped into the water, letting go of the sides of the tub and started removing his rings. His brows sloped downwards when he noticed Jaide standing beside the bathtub, frowning at him. Jaide's gaze was fixated on the lion ring he usually wore on his right thumb. It reminded her that he was unattainable to her because he was a royal.  Harry parted his lips to speak, pulling her attention away from the ring.

   "I do not recall asking you to join me."

   "You didn't," she said immediately with a roll of her eyes. "Why are you marrying her?"

   "Because we need to establish peace between my house and House Rahraenos," he explained while setting his rings down on a tiny table that was near the bathtub, holding bars of soap on it. "And it was a decision made when I was 3 apparently."

   "Seriously?" Jaide arched her brows, before bombarding him with more questions, making him snap. "Did you even say no? What about-"

   "Please, leave me be, Jaide. You can continue with your interrogation another time," he hissed in frustration, making hurt flash across her face. He noticed this and looked away to avoid himself from rolling his eyes. She was sensitive, and he didn't like sensitive people.

   "I'm sorry, but I'm angry. I'm about to be married off to a woman I don't even know, and I found out today," he explained, running his fingers through his damp curls. "I will tell you everything another time."

   "Okay," she murmured quietly with a nod. She was appreciative that he at least was willing to tell her what was going on, despite their strictly sexual relationship. "But wait."

  He looked at her with a questioning look in his eyes, noticing her fidgeting with her fingers, biting her lip hesitantly.

   "Does this marriage mean the end of...this?" she gestured between them, making him swallow thickly and look down.

   "I'm not sure," he told her, not looking at her as she nodded and muttered 'I understand' before turning to leave.

  He sighed heavily, watching her leave the bathroom and remove the robe she had on while doing so. She pulled on her clothes and exited the bedchamber quickly and quietly. Harry pursed his lips as he began to wonder if she was growing feelings for him, knowing that it was somewhat obvious by the expression on her face when he told her he was getting married. He only regarded her as his friend and someone to satisfy his sexual needs, nothing more. He knew he'd have to turn her down once she begins to cling to him.

  A knock on his bedchamber door interrupted his thoughts, making him call out, saying 'enter'. The door swung open and Fredric stepped in, making Harry roll his eyes at the sight of his favorite, yet annoying guard.

   "What is it Freddy?"

   "With all due respect your grace, the nickname makes me want to chop your head off," Fredric said playfully, knowing that he could make jokes like this with the Prince because they were close friends, ever since they were children.

   "Now now Freddy. We won't have an heir to the throne if I'm dead, now will we?" Harry arched his eyebrows, before ducking his head under the water and rising up, shaking his curls. "So. Why are you here? To watch me bathe?"

   "As entertaining as that might be, your grace, that's not the case. Your mother has informed me of your presence needed at a lunch arranged out in the garden," he told him, making Harry stand up from the bathtub and climb out.

   "And who is attending this lunch along with me?"

   "Princess Reina," he answered, making Harry turn around with arched brows. "Only Princess Reina."

   "Wonderful," Harry remarked with a roll of his eyes.

   "Get dressed quickly, the princess awaits you. I'll be waiting outside to escort you to the gardens."

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❈ how was the smut you guyssssss?

low-key excited to write smut for this book because Harry is hella dominant and rough, and kinky ;)

❈ any questions about the consummation ceremony? It was an actual thing y'all.

I know it seems a little like the show Reign, but I swear the plot is verryyyyyyy different. It's just the whole arranged marriage and consummation thing that's similar.

Until we meet again...

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