Updated to celebrate Dunkirk premiering TONIGHT !!! HARRY, TOM, CILIAN AND FIONN LOOKING FINE 👅

So imma defend my girl Jaide here in this chapter if there is ANY nasty comments. Who's with me?

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  Reina awoke to the soft morning light that shone through the windows, illuminating the grand bedchamber. A soft groan escaped her lips as she squeezed her eyes shut, face turning to snuggle against her feather pillow. But instead she found that her head was lying on a hard, bare chest.

  Her eyes shot open when she heard Harry's soft snores filling up the air near her. She furrowed her brows in confusion wondering how on earth she had ended up in this position, wrapped up in his arms.

Her body was pressed up against the side of his, his strong left arm wound firmly around her waist, holding her to him. Their legs were tangled together, her left thigh high up against his crotch where her nightgown was hitched up to her upper thighs from moving around in her sleep. His other hand rested just above her knee, holding it in his sleep while the heat of his palm warmed her bare skin. Her hand laid on his chest, over his heart, feeling it rise and fall with every breath he took.

Reina took a moment to gaze upon him. His brows were lowered in his sleep, a tiny crease appearing on his forehead as if he was frowning in his sleep. His lips were a soft, baby pink, parted to let out faint snores. Her luminous eyes ran over the soft curve of his nose, sharp cheekbones and the way his lashes kissed the tops of his cheeks, eyes fluttering underneath the lids. He looked like an angel, when he was anything but that.

"Like what you see?"

Reina was caught off-guard when he spoke, averting her gaze just as his heart-shaped lips curled into a light smirk. Reina tried to pull away from his grip without responding to his words. But was unsuccessful when Harry tightened his hold on her, eyebrows pulling low and lips forming a pout in his sleep.

"No, don't move," Harry murmured in his sleep. "I quite like the feeling of your body pressed up against mine like this."

"And how, may I ask, did we end up like this?" Reina questioned softly, propping her chin on his chest to gaze at him as she complied to lay with him.

"You tell me, Princess," Harry's lips quirked up in a smirk, eye still closed. His morning voice was several octaves lower and raspier. "You move quite a lot in your sleep. Not that I mind, seeing we ended up like this," he murmured lowly, fingertips dancing across the exposed skin of her thigh.

She moved her thigh, rubbing it against his crotch on purpose, causing him to inhale sharply. Her body shuffled up a bit so she could murmur ever so softly into his ear.

"You get so easily aroused," she teased with a chuckle, shifting her thigh again, feeling his clothed bulge against her skin.

Harry suddenly growled, flipping her body so that he was the one on top, his hips slipping between her legs. Reina inhaled sharply when she felt his bulge pressing against her bare core, delicate hands gripping his biceps in shock. Harry gazed at her with deep, green, intimidating eyes; dark brows sloped downwards over them as they gleamed in the morning light. He looked unamused, and slightly angered with all this teasing.

"When the day comes where I bed you again, I will be relentless," Harry spoke lowly, almost a growling.

Reina felt the urge to clench her thighs against his hips but she tried to remain unfazed by his words.

"I'll be waiting," Reina smirked at him, slipping her hands up his warm chest. He held himself over her, a strand of his curly hair falling over his face as he gazed at her intently.

"Until then, little dragon."

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All pairs of eyes laid on Reina when she stepped into Ladies Chamber, which was where all the noble and royal women sat and chatted amongst themselves. They gazed at her with unwelcoming looks on their faces, envious of her alluring, exquisite beauty, and the silvery gray sparkling dress she had on.

  Reina held her head up high, eyes darting around for a place to sit but she felt out of place in this room full of noblewomen. Her eyes met the green ones of Gemma, the princess, hoping that perhaps she could sit with her considering how kind she was during the ceremony. Reina didn't know that Gemma was faking it during that time.

But Gemma looked away, bitter because she wanted the crown that was sat upon Reina's head. Princesses were allowed to wear different sets of crowns; there wasn't an official one for them like the King and Queen had. The one on Reina's head was made of pure misty quartz with polished points. The Rahraenos often wore crowns that were silver in color with crystals, pearls, diamonds or onyxes, whereas the Styles wore golden crowns with rubies.

Reina's face held a disappointed expression when she noticed Gemma ignoring her gaze and continuing to talk to her friends. She exhaled lightly, holding her book tightly in her hands as she walked towards the corner of the room and sat on the reading nook by the window.

As she began reading, Jaide, who was sat next to Gemma, gazed at her with slight pity for she was sat alone. She was briefly reminded of the consummation ceremony, which she was forced to attend. She didn't expect it to hurt her as much as it did. She left halfway through, excusing herself and saying that she was feeling unwell. She didn't expect her heart to ache even more when someone told her that the foreign princess uttered the words my Prince and made him cum at the same time.

"Why does she braid her hair like that?" One of the noblewomen sitting beside her spoke up. Jaide looked away from Reina and frowned at the blonde woman sat next to her.

"It is a way of the foreign women I heard," Gemma said with a wave of her hand. "She looks like one of those savages from Khidos. Oh wait, she is one."

She laughed along with her ladies at the terrible joke she had made, while Jaide stayed silent with a deep frown on her face. She didn't like the way Gemma often made fun of other ladies. It was unfair and rude.

"I think it looks lovely on her," Jaide said light smile, looking discreetly at Reina's beautifully braided hair and laid down her back. "I want my hair braided like that."

"You would look like a commoner, Jaide," Gemma scoffed, making Jaide's smile disappear.

"No, I won't," Jaide spoke in a small voice. "You are simply bitter because Reina is far more beautiful than you. Than any of us."

"I am surprised you are defending her, Jaide," Gemma said with an arch of her brow. "She is married to my brother, the man who was bedding you just three days ago. The man whom you blush at the mentioning of his name, and gaze at not so discreetly it's almost embarrassing and just utterly amusing. It truly is tragic your little dirty affair had to end because of this foreigner."

Jaide was rendered speechless, every word of the princess' stabbing her heart as her face fell. The other ladies sat around them murmured in agreement while Jaide averted her gaze to her lap. The topic of the conversation moved onto dresses and the new trends, while Jaide pondered quietly wondering why on earth was Gemma so bitter and cruel.

  It was because of her unhappy marriage, and the favoritism of Harry, the younger child in the Styles family. So, what she does it treat other people lower than her like shit so that it makes her feel better about being a beautiful royal such as herself.

Soon enough, Gemma left the little group for lunch with her mother. Jaide found her gaze wondering over to Reina who was still sat in the corner, reading her book. She decided to stand up, and walk over to Reina, earning looks from her 'friends' and the other noblewomen sat in the room. Reina felt her presence next to her as Jaide sat down with a smile on her face.

"I-I thought you might like some company," Jaide said with Reina looked at up from her book. Reina smiled at her words gratefully.

"That's kind of you," Reina acknowledged. "Thank you for...defending me."

"Oh, you mean against Gemma?" Jaide questioned with furrowed brows. "You heard that?"

"Princess Gemma is speaks quite audibly," Reina commented.

"Don't mind her, she often gets envious of any female newcomers," Jaide explained briefly. "But I do like your hair, it's so pretty!"

"Really?" Reina laughed a little.

"Yes! I wish I knew how to braid. My handmaid often does my hair and we don't wear braids here in Siremeth, its sort of a...servant's thing," Jaide explained hesitantly while Reina listened in interest, keeping her book down.

"In Khidos, long, heavy braids symbolize victory and prowess, which is why we foreign women wear braids. Now it has become a style for even the women in Vardomos. Plus, it keeps the hair out of the way while riding horses or dragons," Reina told her while Jaide gazed at her with wide eyes full of intrigue.

"That is amazing, I like that," Jaide said with a grin.

"It is! If you like, I can teach you how to braid your hair yourself," Reina offered, making Jaide nod with a big smile.

"I would love that, Princess," Jaide beamed at her.

"Just call me Reina," Reina told her.

Jaide smiled a little, before curiosity filled her brain. "Why are you so kind to me?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" Reina frowned at her, making her bite her lip, looking hesitant.

"I-I bedded your husband before, I just assumed you'd make my life a living hell," Jaide said a little bluntly, making Reina's eyes widen a little.

"That is a very extreme assumption," Reina remarked with a deep frown.

"I know, and I promise I do not think of you as some savage, cruel princess who would do such a thing. It is just that, I've seen what Gemma does her husband's previous lovers. I feared the same for me," Jaide explained herself further, making Reina gaze at her with a troubled expression.

"What is it that the Princess does?" she questioned with an arch of her brow.

"If his lovers are noblewomen, she forces her father to strip them of their titles and lands. If they're whores, she has them thrown out of the palace and onto the streets with all their money and clothes taken away," Jaide told her in a hushed tone, making Reina's eyes widen in slight shock.

"God, that's awful," Reina murmured softly, making Jaide nod.

"I am sorry I thought of you wrongly. Even in general, when a woman meets the lover or lovers her husband once had, they aren't very pleasant towards them," Jaide said, making Reina nod in response.

"I understand," Reina said with a nod. "Well I won't be doing any of that to you, or any of Harry's previous lovers, just so you know."

"I figured," Jaide said. "You're kind, and different."

"Thank you?" Reina chuckled with an arch of her brow. "I just think that being spiteful and cruel like that to previous lovers of one's partner is pointless. Being hateful is pointless; you gain absolutely nothing from it. Kill them with kindness is what my grandmother always says. With you, you've given me no reason to be rude and impolite. You've been nothing but sweet and respectful."

"Why are you so nice to me?" Reina then asked Jaide, catching her a bit off-guard. "I just see the way you look at Harry, you care for him. Apologies if this makes you uncomfortable-"

"Oh no, it's fine," Jaide said with a shake of her head, making Reina smile in response before continuing.

"Why are you nice to me when I'm married to the man you feel for?"

"Oh, well," Jaide said awkwardly with flushed cheeks. "You do not deserve to be treated unfairly just because you are married to Harry."

"Doesn't it hurt you?" Reina asked softly with concern. Reina was a little blunt with her words and didn't know that Jaide did feel awkward with this conversation. "If so, I truly am sorry. You must know that neither Harry and I meant for this to happen."

"It is okay, Reina. Truly," Jaide said with a sad smile, patting her hand. "What Harry and I had...it was just an affair. The feelings weren't mutual, unfortunately, and that's okay, because it never would have worked out."

Reina gazed at her with a sympathetic expression on her face, as she averted her gaze to her lap. Reina didn't know all the details of Harry and Jaide's 'relationship' but what she did know was that Jaide had feelings for Harry, and he didn't. Reina pitied Jaide because it must have hurt her to see the man she cared for, not reciprocate her feelings, get married to someone else whom he wants to put effort in. Reina appreciated that Jaide understood it wasn't Reina's fault and was respectful with that.

"Thank you for being kind and respectful though, despite this...situation," Reina told her sincerely, making her smile lightly. "I hope we can be friends despite all of this."

"Of course, I would really love that," Jaide said brightly, before continuing to speak but was interrupted by Fredric who was standing by close to where Reina was sitting.

"Princess, it is time for lunch with the Prince," he told her, making Reina nod in response.

"I will see you again, Jaide. Perhaps we can go riding sometime," Reina suggested, making Jaide nod with a bright grin.

"Yes that sounds perfect," she responded as Reina stood up with her book in hand. "It was lovely chatting with you, Reina."

"Same with you," Reina grinned back, before turning to leave with Fredric.

Jaide smiled to herself a little, happy that she had found a new friend who was actually kind to her, unlike the Princess Gemma. She only befriended Gemma to get closer to Harry since he always kept eyeing her whenever they were in the same room. Being friends with Gemma helped her come to all the exclusive balls and feasts with the rest of her ladies. Doing that helped her meet Harry, and eventually start their dirty affair.

Jaide stood up from her seat and decided to head back to her chamber to freshen up before lunch with her father. While walking down the hallway that lead to her bedchamber, she was suddenly pulled back by her arm, a strong hand wrapping around it and tugging it back. Her eyes met Harry's and widened in surprise and slight panic immediately, noticing that he had a suspicious look in his gleaming eyes.

"Harry," she uttered in surprise, wincing lightly at his tight grip on her elbow. "What-?"

"Why are you befriending my wife?" he asked sharply, brows pulled low over his eyes in curiosity.

"Because I am a nice person and she looked like she needed a friend," Jaide said lowly, making him scoff.

"You gave the same response when I asked you this question concerning my sister," he responded, making her frown at him.

"She was kind to me, so I was kind to her," Jaide defended herself, but Harry didn't believe it.

"I do not know what you think you are trying to do or prove to me by being her friend, but if you upset her in any way-" Harry began saying before Jaide interrupted him.

"How would I upset her?" Jaide spoke loudly with wide eyes, making him tighten his grip on her and speak through gritted teeth.

"Lower your fucking voice," he hissed before parting his lips again to speak before a voice interrupted him.

"Harry!"

Harry felt his heart drop in his chest, gaze flicking to his right where Reina was walking towards them with Fredric on her heels. She had an extremely cross expression on her face, and Jaide panicked wondering if Reina was upset with her for what the situation looked like: her trapped against the wall with Harry looming over her.

"Unhand her immediately," Reina spoke sharply, with her eyes glaring at Harry. Harry released Jaide's forearm, which he was gripping tightly. "Are you alright, Jaide?"

"Y-Yes," she nodded quickly, slightly confused with how her tone changed from angry and authoritative when talking to Harry, to soft and concerned when addressing her.

"I am so sorry for my husband's insolent behavior," Reina spoke sincerely to Jaide, touching her arm tenderly and gazing at her with concerned eyes. Jaide was speechless, simply shaking her head in response.

"It is fine, Princess," Jaide spoke quietly; keeping her gaze averted from Harry's who was glaring at her. "I-I'll be on my way."

Before Reina could say anything, Jaide disappeared swiftly, walking away quickly while still rubbing her forearm, which Harry was gripping. Reina watched her walk away with a sympathetic expression before turning around to face Harry with her face morphed into an angry expression. Harry gazed back at her boldly, cutting her off immediately as soon as she started to speak.

"Did you just apologize for my behavior as if I am a fucking child?" Harry seethed, while Reina sucked in a breath to keep herself calm. They both had short fiery tempers, but Reina was far more terrifying than Harry when angered and he was just about to learn that.

"Yes, I did," she spoke deadly calm, hands clasped in front of her with her eyes burning holes into his green ones.

"I was merely questioning her on her intentions for befriending you, because she did it before with Gemma when she wanted to fuck me."

"I understand your intentions, but that was not the way to find out. Gripping her like that, and speaking to her disrespectfully and harshly is unacceptable," she spoke to him angrily.

"Stop talking to me like that," he seethed, bodies just inches apart as they glared at one another. "As if I am some fucking infant."

"Perhaps you should stop acting like one then I will start talking to you like you are a man."

"I will not be scolded by my wife for trying to protect my marriage," Harry snapped back.

"I understand your paranoia, I truly do, Harry. But should you know that if Jaide ever tries to jeopardize our marriage, I trust that you and I are both loyal and her actions will not faze us," Reina retorted in a firm voice, making his expression soften a little.

Harry realized that she was right, that if Jaide ever tried to ruin things between Reina and Harry, they shouldn't worry as much because they were both loyal to one another. Reina didn't feel insecure with their marriage, she had trust and confidence in it blossoming and pushing past whatever obstacles blocking their way. Harry, however, didn't have that mindset.

"I want you to apologize to her-"

"What? No," Harry said immediately.

"Yes, you will."

"No, I will not," Harry spoke as if the idea was absurd. Him apologizing that quickly was unlike him because he was too prideful and petty to do so. "Reina, you cannot simply tell me what I should and should not do."

"Fine," Reina said in a neutral tone all of a sudden. "You seem to have clearly forgotten your promises to put effort in this marriage."

"How does that have anything to do with this?"

"It has a lot to do with this, Harry," she almost wanted to slap some sense into him. "The way you are talking to me, that tone and attitude, has to stop. I won't tolerate it."

"You are being overdramatic, love. Don't be so hurt by my harsh words, I only mean to put you in your place," Harry retorted, setting the lid of Reina's temper and awakening the dragon.

"My place?" she questioned lowly.

"Yes, your place as my wife."

"I hope you know that my place as your wife is beside you. Not below you," she spoke in a deadly calm voice, although her eyes were lit with a fire ready to scorch anyone who looked into them.

"Since when is a woman on the same level as a man? I am not sure what the Rahraenos ideals are, but in the Styles family-"

"I apologize but I did not grow up believing that a woman is lower than a man. I grew up to believe that all genders, races, humans have equal rights," Reina responded, making Harry chuckle deeply.

"Unfortunately, that isn't how the world works, little dragon."

Reina let out a frustrated huff, parting her lips again and poking his chest as she spoke. "I have had enough of this. I am having lunch alone."

She shot him one last deathly glare before turning around and stomping away, inhaling and exhaling deeply to collect herself. Harry watched her walk away with a deep frown on his face, eyes watching her gray dress billow, then slipping around the corner and disappearing. Harry let out a huff, shoving a hand furiously into his hair and ruffling his curls up as he frowned deeply.

"Fredric! Come!" Reina's voice was heard loud and clear from around the corner, startling Fredric.

He shared a look with Harry before turning and walking quickly to follow the princess. Harry decided to have lunch with his cousin, Declan instead. Declan welcomed him with open arms and they chatted about their days. Harry told Declan about the argument he had with Reina. Declan who was raised just like Harry was with the same mindset about women gave him advice that didn't really aid his situation. He too was prideful and would never be the first to apologize.

But Harry knew Reina wasn't at fault for anything. He spoke to her harshly, just like he did with Jaide. She spoke back equally harshly only because he started it first. The only reason he was so angered when he spoke to Jaide was because when someone told him that they saw Jaide conversing with Reina, he immediately thought the worst. He thought up ridiculous bad situations, such as Jaide lying to Reina about Harry and painting him as a horrible man as some sort of revenge plot for getting married.

It was often done in his kingdom; women could be real bitches when the ones they loved weren't theirs to claim. Harry didn't know Jaide well enough to know she was too much of a good and kind-hearted person to do such a thing. Harry never took time in their strictly sexual relationship to get to know her; it wasn't an interest of his. Therefore, he simply assumed she would do horrible things to ruin his marriage with Reina.

It was twilight when he was walking outside in the royal gardens, finding comfort in smelling and admiring the gorgeous flowers that grew there. He often came there to ponder and relieve himself of the duties he has as a prince. He liked to gaze out into the open sea, and at the pink rose bushes that lined the beige stone railings he stood by. His feet carried him around the garden. A smile dipped into his pink lips when he reached out to touch a beautifully, blossomed peony, crouching down by the bush to sniff it.

However, his gaze caught a flash of silvery gray disappear around a large stonewall. Reina. He plucked the peony, and held the stem in hand as he went after her. Once he saw that it was indeed her walking away from him, he called out her name for her to stop. She halted in her steps, face grimacing because she wanted to avoid him after the argument they had. She turned around with a slightly sour expression on her face; he walked towards her with an apprehensive look on his face.

"Hi," Harry mumbled, rolling his lips inwards with his eyebrows lowered. "How-how was lunch without...me?"

"Surprisingly pleasant I must say," Reina answered with a sarcastic hint to her tone. Harry swallowed thickly, believing her words.

"Truly? I-I would have enjoyed lunch with you though-"

"Harry," Reina said with an exasperated sigh. "What are you doing?"

"Whatever do you mean?"

"Earlier you were snapping at me like a crab about my place, and now you are stammering endearingly. Is that supposed to change the way I feel after the argument we had?," Reina rambled, waving her hands about.

"No," Harry shook his head. "I suppose I feel bad for the way I behave earlier today," hesaid to her in a low voice.

"You suppose?"

"No, I do. I truly do," he corrected himself.

"Really now? Have you apologized to Jaide then?" Reina questioned, folding her arms over her chest and cocking her head to the side.

"No..."

"Goodbye, Harry. I am having dinner alone, again," Reina told him, emphasizing on the last word before she started walking away again.

"Reina, wait I want to have dinner with you," Harry said with his lower lip jutted out.

"Should have thought about that earlier, my Prince," Reina called out as she walked away. "Not only haven't you apologize to Jaide, but also to me. As if I will forgive and forget without any apologies," she continued to say.

"Wait! This is...for you," Harry called out, holding out the beautiful peony he plucked for her, before his voice died down when she ignored him and disappeared.

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"Hi! I brought you honey cake."

Reina looked up from the book she was reading, seated comfortably by the large window in their bedchamber, with a candle nearby. She had already eaten dinner after changing into a more comfortable dress than the gown she had on. Reina looked soft and delicate in the gray ruffled dress she had on, simple but elegant.

  Her raven hair was free from its braids and flowed down in waves behind her shoulders, a strand falling on her face when she looked up. Harry had the urge to reach out and tuck it behind her ear, but knew that she would probably snap his finger in half if he even tried to touch her now.

Reina didn't say anything in response to his words about the honey cake, casting him and the delicacy in his hands a glance before looking back at her book. She knew she wasn't going to give in just because he brought honey cake, Harry knew that too. After he had done some more thinking, he talked to Fredric, who gave more valuable advice than anyone else in the castle.

  He told her to do what Reina told Harry to do, which was to apologize to Jaide and her. Fredric was also blunt when telling Harry that he acted like a proper ass to Reina, and should have spoke to her with more kindness and respect, despite his anger. Fredric and Harry both argued a bit, but at the end Harry saw Fredric's point.

Harry sighed a little, setting the cake down on the table with his wine near the balcony. He undid his belt, removing his sword and shrugging his heavy, red velvet jacket off. He was left in just his white, ruffled shirt tucked into black tight-fitting pants and boots. He reached for the plate with the slice of honey cake on it again, walking over to where was seated on the reading nook by the window with a candle on the sill. He sat down in front of her, setting the cake down by the candle.

"Reina," he spoke quietly, asking her attention. She lifted her gaze from her book and arched a brow at him.

"My Prince."

He hated that ever time she said those two words, no matter what tone used when saying it or what context it was used in, he always found it arousing. It was like a fetish.

"I am sorry," he murmured lowly, the words foreign on his tongue because he didn't apologize often. "I truly am, for the way I behaved today."

"Go on," she said with her brows knitted, setting her book down.

"I shouldn't have spoken to you so harshly. It was wrong of me to speak to you like that, and to Jaide as well," he told her. "I apologized to her on the way to our bedchamber. You can ask her to check if I am telling the truth."

"I believe you, Harry," Reina said, making him nod in response, pursing his lips before speaking again.

"I apologize for justifying my actions by saying that I was trying to put you in your place," Harry told her, making her nod lightly in response. "I'm just truly sorry for everything, I know I said I would make efforts for this marriage to become more than just political but here I am just fucking it all up-"

"Harry," Reina murmured immediately, reaching out to hold his hands in hers. "As much as I am upset over the way you acted towards me today, I am understanding of the fact that this is your persona; something that will take some time to change. Your personality, your mindset, it all takes time to change for the better."

"Fredric told me you are very prideful and I saw that today when I asked you to apologize to Jaide and you refused, as if the idea was absurd," Reina told him, making him chuckle sheepishly.

"I am not very fond of apologizing," Harry muttered, making Reina roll her eyes a little bit.

"I can tell," Reina responded, before she helped herself to some of the honey cake he had brought for her. "But you must make it a habit if you are going to keep acting like this."

"I won't, I promise you, Reina."

"Do not make promises you can't keep," Reina warned him lowly, making him gulp and nod.

"Okay, well I promise I will make efforts to stop myself from behaving like this whenever I lose my temper," Harry told her sincerely. Reina was still hesitant to believe him, but nodded anyways.

Reina finished off her honey cake before excusing herself to get ready for bed, as she felt quite fatigued. Harry nodded in response, standing up and saying that he will do the same. She went into the bathroom to change, while Harry sat down on the bed to remove his shoes. He heard the bathroom door open again, frowning when he saw her bare ankles, knowing that her nightgown always swept the floor. When he looked up, his jaw slackened at the sight of Reina standing there stark naked.

His eyes were wide, lips slightly parted, as he could not take his eyes off the dragoness stood in front of him in all her naked glory. She was searching for her nightgown in her chest that stood by the corner of her room, her long raven locks resting perfectly over her breasts, covering her nipples.

  From where Harry was sat, he could see her back, the arch of her spine, which he wanted to run his tongue along and the soft curve of her plump ass that he wanted to grip and spank until the flesh turned crimson. If her goal was to arouse and torture him, she had certainly succeeded.

"Are you trying to punish me, little dragon?" Harry spoke up in a low, husky voice. Reina smiled to herself, trying not to shiver and clench under his heavy, burning gaze.

"Whatever do you mean, my Prince?"

Harry almost growled at her mocking tone, jaw clenching when she turned her head and upper body the slightest bit to lock gazes with him and smirk.

"You are torturing me, love. Was I not forgiven for my behavior?" Harry questioned, making her smirk widen, but with amusement.

"Forgiven?" Reina almost taunted him, making his brows furrow a little. "I do not recall saying I forgive you."

   "Like you are not very fond of apologizing, I am not very fond of forgiving."

She spoke as she pulled her nightgown on, pulling her hair out of the back and flipping it over her shoulders. Her feet carried her over to him where he was sat on the edge of the bed with a deep frown etched onto his handsome face.

"Honey cakes are simply not enough to earn my forgiveness, Harry," she spoke in a low voice, bright eyes burning holes into his own cautious and curious ones as he watched her approach him.

"And a sincere apology wasn't enough?" he murmured quietly with an eyebrow raised as she stood between his legs, running her hands up his clothed chest.

That was the reason for Reina's teasing: her punishment for him. The fact that his apology didn't sound sincere enough. She was sure he didn't feel truly bad about the way he spoke to her and Jaide. She knew he just didn't want to fuck things up between them, which was why he apologized. She felt that he didn't learn his lesson, and decided to punish him in a way where he would lose his self-control. Use your assets, she heard her grandmother's voice echo in her ears.

"Hmmm, not enough for me," she hummed in reply, suddenly straddling his lap, making his heart pound in his chest. "You must know by now, Harry. I am quite the challenge."

"You most certainly are," he muttered in response, swallowing thickly as she pulled her gown up to reveal her bare thighs.

Her gaze locked with his as she took his hands in hers, placing them on her thighs right above her knees. Her hands returned to cup his cheeks, eyes gazing lustfully at his lips while she felt his warm, ring-clad hands slide up her smooth thighs. They rested just below her ass as she lowered her lips to lay a trail of soft, open-mouthed kisses along his jaw, making him tilt his head up. Harry didn't know what on earth she was trying to do or prove, but he made sure to relish every kiss and touch of hers.

"Do you feel that?" she whispered into his ear, suddenly grinding against him, causing him to suck in a breath, grasping her thighs firmly. "I am soaking wet already, love. Just for you."

"Fuck," Harry couldn't help but curse when she rolled her hips again, grinding her bare pussy against his clothed crotch, his length painfully hard now.

"Feel my soft skin," she continued to say, as his hands caressed the skin of her thighs. "Feel my desire for you dripping on your pants."

Suddenly, her hands pressed against his chest and shoved him down against the bed behind him. His eyes were shot open, lips parted, as he was rendered speechless by her sudden actions and surprising strength. Her hand was pressed against his chest firmly; as she climbed onto his body, face hovering over his.

  He looked ravishing under her, chocolate curls fanned out against the crimson covers of their bed, dark brows pulled tight over his gleaming eyes with his pretty, heart-shaped lips in a pout. She smirked, hands darting to grab his wrists and pinning them above his head. She wasn't strong, Harry could easily overtake her, but he was too speechless and paralyzed with surprise to do anything.

"Remember all of that the next time you upset me," Reina murmured quietly, her face inches away from his, noses brushing against each other's. "Remember that the more you disrespect me, the slimmer the chances of you getting to feel my dripping arousal around your hardened cock."

"So, my Prince, never forget to be on your best behavior if you want to prove yourself worthy of my love, and my cunt."

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❈ soOoooo babes, how was that chapter lovelies?

❈ did y'all notice how harry thought Jaide was going to fuck shit up between him and Reina just like some of you guys did 👀👀👀👀

Also yeah Harry still is a dick, it's kinda hard to change that immediately ya know? Plus it wouldn't be realistic if I portray him as a dick before the wedding and then after he changes so quickly and completely into a nice guy. I wanted to make him sweet and cocky for this story.

❈ also what are your opinions on Jaide now?

❈ ONE MORE THING! I found a faceclaim for Reyes, Reina's brother. I imagine him to be played by Toni Mahfud! Here he is below. I've always added him to the cast list so go show him some love ❤️

Until we meet again...

thiø