so this chapter is kinda short but I promise I'll make it up to you in the next one ;)

I know long hair Harry was sometimes greasy but honestly him in that gif makes me want to nut !!!

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Women were beautiful creatures.

  That was what Reina thought. No matter what shape or size or color; they were all beautiful in their own way. Unfortunately, that's not what the Styles women thought. Or many people in all honesty. Their idea of perfect beauty was slim bodies, thigh gaps, ivory skin and flat stomachs. Bright coloured eyes and light hair was preferred as well.

  Reina wasn't like that at all. She was fair, but had unique features that seemed more foreign like compared to average beauty. She was curvy, mostly around the hips, ass and thighs, whereas her breasts were fairly sized. She had flaws that she deemed made her even more beautiful, stretch marks on her thighs, a few scars on her knees and more. Reina was happy with her body, content with and proud of it. She thought she was beautiful in her own eyes and wasn't going to allow anyone else to tell her otherwise.

   "Your thighs are so...meaty," she heard Princess Gemma say as Reina's handmaids stripped her down.

  Reina gritted her teeth and ignored Gemma, feeling goosebumps form on her skin as her dress was undone and she was naked. She was beginning to understand what Harry meant by the Styles family being open to sex and nudity. Her body was being assessed by the Queen herself, and the Princess just had to tag along to point out certain flaws. Reina didn't feel timid under the Queen's intimidating gaze, only angered because she could see the judgement in her bright green eyes.

   "Oh my," Gemma clamped her hand over her mouth to hide her ugly laughter.

  Reina frowned, following her gaze that was lingering around her chest area and widened her eyes in realization. Dark tiny bruises were littered over the areas near her collarbones and neck. One large bruise stood out on the skin of the curve of her breast, purple and slightly red. Reina brought her hands up to wrap around her bust, cheeks flushing as the Queen simply stared with those green eyes.

   "Have you been laying with Harry every night after the consummation ceremony?" The Queen casually asked as she walked away to pour herself some wine.

   "Do I have to answer that question?" Reina muttered under her breath, making Gemma smirk all of a sudden.

   "You haven't," she said with a snicker.

   "I haven't what?" Reina frowned tightly as the handmaids disappeared to fetch her dress for the feast.

   "You haven't laid with him since the ceremony," Gemma smirked at her while Reina kept her face expressionless.

   "Is that what these love bites tell you?" Reina arched her brows at Gemma challengingly, making her smirk disappear. "Because I can tell you all about how he sucks my tits while fuckin-"

"Enough, you are crude just like him!" Gemma protested loudly with a tight grimace.

"Reina, that is no way for a princess to speak," the Queen gaped a little, making Reina fight the urge to roll her eyes.

"Apologies, my Queen," Reina muttered just as the handmaids returned with a gorgeous ruby red dress.

"No matter," the Queen waved her hand off as she instructed the handmaids to hold the dress up for her to look at. "Yes, this will fit perfectly. Lucky for you, the size of your upper body doesn't match the thickness of your thighs and bottom."

"Right," Reina mumbled with an inward scowl, swallowing thickly at her words as she ordered the handmaids to help Reina into the dress.

She pulled it on with aid as Gemma whined quietly about how Reina's dress was much more extravagant than hers. It was a beautiful dress, a vivid crimson color with bright beads and flowery embellishments. However, the neckline was quite low and revealed most of Reina's neck and chest. It exposed the bruises Harry had left on her, and Reina was pondering on a way to cover up. As if the Queen detected her worries, she spoke up.

"We will have to get you a fur coat to cover up," the Queen muttered, walking up to her and adjusting the sleeves of the ruby dress and standing back to look and assess. "You look...satisfactory."

   "You look like a big, fat tomato," Gemma muttered under her breath, making Reina frown at her immaturity.

  The Queen disappeared momentarily to search for Gemma's dress with the handmaids, leaving Gemma and Reina alone in the room. Gemma smirked when Reina didn't respond to her comment. Reina turned around and began searching for something, making Gemma frown with curiosity.

   "I can't find it," Reina mumbled under her breath, crouching down to lift the covers off the bed.

   "What are you looking for?" Gemma questioned while Reina repeated her words under her breath.

   "I'm looking for where the fuck I asked for your opinion," Reina stated bluntly, making Gemma's jaw slacken in shock. "Bitch."

"How dare you-"

"Now please excuse me, I must go have lunch with my husband," Reina cut her off, making Gemma huff lightly before speaking again.

   "He'll probably be late," Gemma muttered as Reina removed her dress carefully, climbing out of it.

   "I wouldn't be surprised. After all, he attends such long and tedious meetings with the King," Reina responded without looking, reaching for her light blue dress and tugging it on.

   "Oh that's not the reason I assume why he's late," Gemma let out a surprised laugh.

   "Then what is?" Reina frowned, pulling her hair out of the back of her dress.

   "He's probably gone and buried his côck inside Jaide's-"

   "Why look who's being crude now," Reina scoffed with a bitter smile. "Must you be so bitter about your marriage you try to ruin other's?"

   "I am perfectly happy with my marriage for your information," she huffed angrily, making Reina roll her lips inwards to hide a smirk of amusement. "We are happily consummating every day unlike you-"

"Please save your breath, Princess Gemma," Reina said with a slight grimace as she slipped her shoes on. "You do not have to lie to me about your unhappiness, and you certainly cannot go about being cruel to other people as a result of your unhappiness."

"I am not unhappy!" Gemma almost yelled in frustration. "Why would I be? I am Princess Gemma! My father is King while yours is dead. My mother is the Queen whereas yours is some filthy, savage, foreigner who is also dead. You are an orphan who's married to a Prince with a sex addiction, who cannot keep his côck in his pants for a day. You'll see him impregnating anyone else but you-"

"That is enough!" Reina finally snapped, green eyes burning bright as she quickly approached Gemma, causing her to back away in fright. "I am warning you, Gemma. If you wake the dragon, you will severely regret it. Do I make myself clear?"

Gemma quivered under Reina's intimidating gaze, bobbing her head slightly with frightened eyes. Reina shot her one last blazing glare before turning and exiting the room. Gemma exhaled quietly, thinking about how unfortunate her brother must be to be married to such a crude and savage woman.

  Gemma scowled tightly, remembering Reina's warning and huffed. She dare threaten me? The daughter of the King! She thought to herself, walking up to the window and gazing outside at the garden. She saw Harry pacing about with his hands behind his back, waiting for his wife. Gemma felt her blood boil when she saw Reina appear, walking into Harry's arms and kissing his cheek. He gazed at her adoringly, before gesturing to the gazebo where lunch was set up.

  A part of Gemma felt sadness because she longed for a happy marriage like Harry and Reina's. The other part of her felt envy because she wanted what Reina had, a good husband, even though in Gemma's eyes; Reina didn't deserve it. She was still angered by Reina's boldness to warn and threaten Gemma, and decided to punish her in some way.

  She smirked all of sudden when she realised that Reina and Harry hadn't consummated since the ceremony. She was gifted in detecting lies and she knew, despite the marks on Reina's chest, that they haven't been having sex. She also knew her brother was a sex-crazed animal sometimes, and that it must be hard for him to keep his côck in his pants for so long. She then remembered that there were many nobles coming to this feast, along with their daughters whom Harry has had quite a lot of history with.

   "Gemma, dear, here's your dress," the Queen finally arrived, with the handmaids trailing behind her. "Where's Reina?"

   "Oh uh Fredric called her out for lunch with Harry," she told her, while a bright smile grew on her lips when she saw the deep, red velvet dress the handmaids brought in. "Mother, are there any lords coming for the feast?"

   "Lord Niall of House Horan is coming," her mother told her, making Gemma immediately smirk. House Horan was one of the lower houses; an ally of House Styles. They weren't one of the five royal houses of the five ruling kingdoms, just lower than them.

   "Will Rosalie be attending as well?" Gemma questioned.

   "I suppose so," the Queen said to her. "A beauty she is, I remember when our Harry was so infatuated by her. It's a shame she lost her virtue to him so quickly."

   "Indeed," Gemma murmured while her mind brewed up an evil plan to jeopardise Harry and Reina's marriage.

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   "Harry has laid with at least a quarter of the noble ladies in this room."

Reina's face contorted with a scowl when she heard Princess Gemma's annoying voice speak up beside her. Reina sucked in a breath to remain calm and composed as Gemma stepped up beside her in a lavish, deep ruby red dress, a golden lion belt secured around her waist. Reina had a pure white fur coat covering her upper body, a golden dragon clasp holding it together at the front, concealing her deep bruises that littered her chest.

"And what do you suggest I do with that piece of unwanted information?" Reina spoke in an expressionless tone, eyes raking down her husband's body.

Harry was stood beside his father talking to a few noblemen, one hand held up to pinch his lower lip while speaking while the other was tucked under it. He was dressed in a deep plum coloured jacket with tails that touched his thighs, black leather boots up to his calves and heavy golden rings adorned his fingers. Inside he wore a white ruffled shirt, the frills poking out of the front and at the tops of his sleeves. He looks devilishly handsome and Reina had a hard time containing her self-control whenever he looked at her with those deep, emerald eyes.

"I suggest you keep an eye on your husband after knowing that piece of information," Gemma told her. "After all, it's been what, like a week since he's last had sex. He's bound to let the beast run wild once he sees his past dirty lovers."

"I have chains holding the beast down, so thank you for your concern, Gemma, but I have him under control," Reina said to her firmly, hoping that Gemma would leave her side now, but she remained there.

"Do you see that lady?" Gemma bobbed her head at a woman standing by a man dressed in rich, green fabrics.

She was beautiful, Reina thought. Slim and gorgeous, clad in a stunning, emerald gown with a plunging neckline. She was what fit the beauty standards of this realm, fair, flawless skin, and bright, crystal blue eyes. Long, golden, locks that trailed down her back and over her chest along with pillowy, plump pink lips.

"The woman stood by Niall Horan. His sister, Rosalie," Reina observed as they approached Harry who had finished talking to a noble. Harry embraced Niall firmly while Rosalie had a smirk curling onto her lips.

"That is Harry's first lover," Gemma told her, making Reina's expression fall a little when Harry reached out to hold her hand, but instead she moved forwards and kissed his cheek. He pulled back in surprise, chuckle with discomfort as he tried to put as much space between him and the blonde vixen.

   "She was the first woman he lost his virginity to, and vice versa."

"I see," Reina uttered quietly. "I must go introduce myself then, excuse me."

Gemma quickly grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to mutter something into her ear.

"Be careful with her, an utter vixen. Somewhat sex-crazed like my brother," Gemma snickered a little while Reina pulled her hand out of Gemma's grip with a scowl.

Reina ignored Gemma and began walking towards Harry, plastering a smile onto her face. She didn't know what to think of this Rosalie lady yet. She trusted Harry that was for sure, but Rosalie, not so much after seeing the way she's been throwing herself at Harry in the past minute.

Harry spotted Reina approaching them, wrenching his hand out of hers which she was gripping so tightly with both her hands. Rosalie's baby blue eyes grew icy cold when they landed upon Reina, assessing the foreign princess up close. Her face hardened when Harry slipped his arm around Reina's waist and pulled her close to him.

"Reina, my darling, I would like you to meet one of my good friends, Lord Niall Horan," Harry introduced Niall to Reina.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, m'lord," Reina held her hand out with a kind smile, making Niall grin in response holding her hand and ducking down to place a kiss on the back of it.

"The pleasure is mine, Lady Reina. Might I say, you look absolutely stunning," Niall complimented her, making her grin and murmur a 'thank you' in response. "This here is my sister, Rosalie."

"My Princess," Rosalie bowed respectfully at Reina, making her nod curtly back with a tight-lipped smile.

"Lady Rosalie," Reina said in response before a loud announcement sounded off in the distance to announce the beginning of the feast.

  Niall excused himself and his sister and decided to head into the dining room for the feast. Reina didn't miss the lingering look Rosalie shot Harry, feeling his arm tighten around her waist as he gazed back at the vixen with hard, expressionless eyes. As soon as they left, Harry pulled Reina into a secluded corner and turned to face her with a soft smile on his face before leaning in to whisper into her ear.

   "You look breathtaking, Reina."

  Reina smiled at his words, looking at him with her hands resting on his chest as he grasped her hips and pulled her closer to him.

   "Thank you, Harry," she told him sincerely. "You too look utterly divine," she said but he was a little distracted, pushing her hair back to kiss her neck.

   "Aren't you feeling a little hot under all this fur?" He questioned in slight confusion, knowing that Reina never really wore fur coats, nor did many people in Siremeth. The weather was far too hot.

   "I'm trying to cover up," she grumbled a little, making him furrow his brows.

  She undid the clasp that held the coat together, revealing the front of the dress with the deep neckline, showcasing the bruises that were peppered over her chest. Harry's eyes widened a little, a smirk drawling on his lips before he bit down on his lower one to conceal a chuckle.

"Oh my," he murmured with a pleased grin, chuckling anyways. Reina rolled her eyes, going to secure the coat around her again before Harry stopped her.

Her jaw slackened when he ducked down and attached his lips to the bruise on the curve of her breast. Her eyes widened when she felt his teeth bite the skin gently, sucking harshly for the bruise to resurface. Reina grasp the back of his head with her eyes fluttered shut, praying that there was no one around watching this occur.

"Harry I'm going to have to cover up for weeks if you keep doing that," Reina hissed lightly under her breath when she felt his teeth graze her skin again.

"Apologies for wanting my marks of my desire for you to resurface again," Harry mumbled against her flesh, tracing the bruise with his tongue. "But there are other more pleasurable ways I can show you how much I desire you."

   "Perhaps if you behave well, I'll let you show me a few tonight," she told him with an exhale, making him smirk in victory against her skin.

He pulled his head up from her chest, thumb very gently brushing the love bite as he studied it. It was richer in color now after his gentle assault on it. He pulled the side of her dress to attempt to cover it but it was too big, so he left it and helped her secure her dragon clasp over the fur coat covering her chest.

"I have to tell you something," he murmured quietly, making her face contort slightly with curiosity. "Most of the noble ladies here tonight, that are our age, I've-"

   "Laid with them," Reina finished his sentence, making him bite his lip and nod.

   "If they say anything about me to you, or-or come up with some sort of lie or rumor-"

"I won't listen to them," she told him with a smile, making him breathe out in relief.

"If they do tell you things about me that are true, just know that that was me before this marriage. I'm a changed man now," he said to her firmly and honestly.

   "Alright," Reina nodded in response, resting her hands in his chest while he held her hips. "They must truly be envious of me and my marriage to you if they make up such rumors."

   "What can I say? Being married to me is the greatest thing that could ever happen to a woman," he said jokingly, an overly cocky smirk stretching on his lips as Reina gazed at him with a blank look.

   "It must be wonderful having your head stuck up there," Reina said with a smile, slipping her hands down his torso and walking away.

   "Stuck up where?" Harry frowned in confusion. She looked over her shoulder at him with a smirk playing in her lips before answering him with her green eyes glinting playfully.

   "Your ass."

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   "I must say you are less prettier than I expected."

"Excuse me?" Reina frowned deeply when Rosalie approached her with a glass of blackberry wine in her hand, taking a seat in Harry's empty chair next to Reina.

"You heard me right, darling," Rosalie chuckled relaxing back while and bringing her glass of wine to her lips.

Reina stopped eating her honey cake, feeling her blood boil a little as she watched Rosalie's icy blue eyes linger on Harry who had moved to sit with his friends for a bit. Reina then pushed her plate away and cleared her throat to get Rosalie's attention, making the blonde look at her with arched brows.

"So, how is it being married to the Harry Styles?" Rosalie questioned sarcastically.

"Wonderful," Reina responded just as sarcastically.

"Truly?" She grinned before sighing loudly. "I remember when he promised me marriage."

"What?" Reina blurted in questioning.

"Oh perhaps he didn't tell you. We lost our virtues to each other, yes yes we were in love and all that bullshit," Rosalie rambled a little drunkenly, waving her hand around. "Promised me marriage and the crown and all that. Clearly it didn't happen."

"Tragic," Reina uttered in response, making Rosalie narrow her eyes at her.

"Yes it was. The fact that I believed him and agreed to lose my virtue to him," she said with a shake of her head. "I struggle to find a husband now because he revealed my "whorish ways" to my brother and many people."

"He did that?" Reina frowned deeply, now curious and unable to stop listening to her. She knew how a woman's reputation could be ruined if word ever got out that her purity was tainted. It was a terrible thing to occur.

"He did," Rosalie nodded in response with a sigh. "I trusted him with all my heart, but he broke it. Slept with another and revealed my secret about my lost virtue to everyone."

Reina didn't say anything. She wasn't sure whether to believe her or not. She didn't want to and told herself that what Rosalie was saying was all lies, but a small part of her was curious. Harry's words echoed in her ears as she averted her gaze to her lap, contemplating before she saw Harry leaving the dining room with Sebastian following him. Reina had half a mind to go after him and ask him about what truly happened with Rosalie, after hearing her words and seeing her be affectionate with him. But unfortunately, Rosalie wasn't done talking.

"It's a shame," she sighed, making Reina fight the urge to roll her eyes and shove the blonde's face into her honey cake. "He's such a handsome man. Amazing with his tongue...fingers...cock."

"Alright I think I've heard enough," Reina said, moving to stand up but Rosalie quickly grasped her wrist and pulled her back down.

"Tell me, is he still as rough as he used to be?" She questioned, her bright eyes shining with curiosity. "God, he was wild, is he still like that?"

"It's honestly none of your business," Reina snapped in response, making her chuckle.

"Oh my, you're feisty. He must have a hard time with you," Rosalie told her with a loud, drunk laugh. "He prefers submissive women."

"Yes I've heard but I'm afraid he's stuck with a more dominant one," Reina muttered in response, making Rosalie's eyes widen.

"Hmm when women fight against him he forces himself on them. He doesn't like dominant women as much," Rosalie said in a deadly serious tone, making Reina's brows lower all of a sudden.

"He would never," Reina defended him, making Rosalie look at her, realizing she struck a nerve. Rosalie smirked inwardly, deciding to play around a little more.

"Reina, the man is addicted to sex. He will have what he wants, and if he doesn't have it he will take it," Rosalie told her, making Reina swallowing thickly, shaking her head in response.

"You're lying," Reina shot back. "Harry wouldn't do that. Not to me."

"Sure let us say he doesn't do it to you. But he's done it before," Rosalie said, making Reina's stomach churn. "I used to live here in the castle. I would see handmaids and noblewomen leave his room sometimes with tears running down their cheeks, bruises all over them."

"I do not know what exactly Harry did to you to make you resentful enough to conjure up all these disgusting rumors," Reina snarled all of a sudden, leaning close with her bright eyes ablaze. "But I'll have you know that he is married to me now, and he has changed."

"Changed?" Rosalie laughed out loud. "Do you think it's that easy to change? A man like that? A crude, cocky, self-obsessed, sex-crazed man?"

"I pity you, darling I really do. Perhaps you should question him on all of this," she suggested, shifting her gaze to the table Harry was at. "Oh wait he isn't there. That's right, I remember now. During feasts he always leaves early to find a woman to bed, perhaps he's already found one-"

"Fredric!" Reina called out loud, her eyes cold and hard as she gazed at Rosalie.

"M'lady?" Fredric appeared by her side.

"Please escort Lady Rosalie back to her rightful seat next to her brother," Reina told him, making him nod in response before looking at Rosalie to come with him.

Rosalie gazed back at Reina challengingly for a few seconds, before downing her cup of wine and slamming it against the table. She then looked at Fredric and smirked.

"Fredric! How long has it been since I've sucked your cock?"

"M'lady," Fredric stammered with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. "You did it against my own will if you cannot recall," he said boldly, making Reina's eyes widen while Rosalie laughed.

"I didn't hear you complaining, love. Do you want me to remind you what-"

"You come near him and I will forbid you from entering this castle again," Reina spoke sharply, standing up and gazing down at Rosalie with hard eyes. "Fredric, leave her. I will see to it another guard will escort her. Come."

Reina shot Rosalie one last flare before storming away with Fredric on her heels with aims to find her husband. Rosalie inhaled deeply, watching Reina walk away before she was stopped by Gemma. Gemma's pale green eyes met Rosalie's blue gaze, glinting mischievously while Rosalie bobbed her head in response and stood up. While Reina was distracted, Rosalie slipped out of the great hall with intentions of finding Harry.

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"Sebastian, find my wife, will you? I'd like it for us to retire to our bedchamber together," Harry told Sebastian, making him nod quietly and walk away.

Harry continued walking down the empty hallway to his bedchamber. He sighed heavily, running his fingers through his curls as he pondered quietly. He only caught a glimpse of Rosalie talking to Reina and worried immensely. The two never ended things on good terms and he remembered how angry he was with her. He just hoped that whatever lies and rumors Rosalie might have made up and told his wife, Reina wouldn't believe them.

His thoughts however quickly dissipated when his arm was grabbed and pulled into an empty hallway on his right. He didn't have any time to react before a pair of cold lips were quickly pressed against his, a soft body pressed against his hard one while the person's wet tongue tried to sneak past his lips. Harry quickly realized it wasn't Reina and shoved the person back, eyes narrowing and jaw clenching when he saw who it was.

"What the fuck, Rosalie?" Harry spat, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "If Reina saw-"

"Reina Reina Reina, who the fuck cares about your stupid little wife?" Rosalie ranted, shoving a hand against Harry's chest and closing in the gap between them. "Have you so easily forgotten about me?"

Following her words, Rosalie quickly shoved her hand down his pants and gripped his soft member in his pants. Harry's expression simply hardened in response, but when he attempted to push her away, she glared at him and squeezed his length tightly to a point where it hurt him. He parted his lips to snap at her, but was interrupted by a firm voice to his right that made his blood turn to ice.

"Harry?"

It was Reina.

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❈ soOO what did you think of that chapter loves?

❈ Do you think Rosalie was lying or nah? Especially about the fact that Harry "raped" in his past?"

❈ Also kudos to you guys for spotting that foreshadowing ayeeeee! And I honestly cannot wait till the bit the eggs hatch and the part Harry finds out about Reina not being a virgin and etc!!!!

Until we meet again...

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