I am in FUCKINF love with Bill Skarsgård u guys I h8 myself. why do I obsess over white unattainable men?

Not happy that this chapter is short but oh well at least I updated (:

Pls excuse any errors my lovesssssss and enjoy x

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"Did you bring any honey cake with you?"

  "Oh," Harry blinked in surprise when he heard Aella speak to him as soon as he entered the room. "I did not know you wanted some, I can go and get-"

   "No, it is fine don't bother," Aella waved her hand with a light scowl, before she muttered to herself quietly. "You would think your son-in-law would get you some honey cake to please his wife's grandmother but-"

   "Fredric, could you please head down to the kitchen for me and request for some honey cake for Lady Aella? Thank you," Harry said with a smile, then closing the door and standing there. "You cake will be here soon, m'lady."

   "Please dear, call me Aella," Aella said in a sugary sweet voice, with a hint of sarcasm, her usual tone. "Now, Reina told me your father has finally responded to your letters."

   "Oh yes, well he decided to respond after almost two weeks of silence. He doesn't like it when I go against him," Harry said, taking a seat at the small table Aella was sat by near the balcony of her room.

   "What did he say?" Aella asked while Harry leaned back against his chair.

   "Half of his response was about how disappointed he was in me because I followed my wife's wishes when it was forbidden by him," Harry said with a grimace. "He...doesn't particularly like how headstrong Reina is."

   "What man does?" Aella said with a roll of her eyes.

   "I do," Harry mumbled with a frown, making Aella shoot him a blank look, knowing how much Harry didn't like Reina's headstrong attitude when the 'incident' occurred at downtown, Siremeth. "Alright, sometimes I find her attitude...difficult."

   "Of course you do," Aella patted his hand sympathetically. "Men fear confident women."

   "I do not fear her," Harry rolled his eyes lightly. "Our personalities just happen to clash a lot due to her headstrong, stubborn attitude."

  Harry got the impression that Aella wanted to speak to him about Reina, since he and Reina did argue sometimes due to their different ideals. He thought that her grandmother would help him understand his wife better, or perhaps give advice. That was partially why Aella wanted to talk to Harry, but it was also because her daughter had come to her, full of worry and panic, confused about what to do with the fact that her husband has suspicions about her virginity.

   "Perhaps your personality is also a part of the problem," Aella suggested with an arch of her brow, making Harry scowl a little.

   "I understand that our ideals are different due to the way our parents have raised us in the different kingdoms and communities we live in," Harry spoke lowly, lacing his ring-clad fingers while resting his forearms on the table.

   "But?"

   "But...she should learn to respect the new kingdom she lives in, and accept the ideals and values the people of Siremeth have and follow," Harry explained quietly, nervous under Aella's intimidating gaze. "I don't think Reina understands that."

   "I understand what you mean, Harry," Aella said with an exhale, resting her joined hands over her tummy. "Reina is stubborn, and it is just that she finds your ideals appalling because of how different they are to ours."

   "Yes, but there's no reason for her to attack me for believing in something she doesn't," Harry scoffed. "For example, my father believes women are inferior to men, and she finds that wrong and almost disgusting."

   "Oh darling, it's because I thought her that women are equal to men."

   "That makes no sense, men are much stronger, smarter-"

   "I would stop right there if I were you," Aella warned him lightly, making him press his lips together. "Harry, let me ask you a question, what do you hope to achieve when you become King?"

  Harry was caught a little off-guard by the question, brows furrowing, lips parting as he pondered a bit.

   "I want the realm to evolve when I rule, and I want to do things no King has ever done. I want to be remembered as one of the greats," Harry rambled a little, a spark of excitement flickering in the gold spokes of his green irises. Aella smiled pitifully, hoping that the spark doesn't die when he does become King.

   "Do you truly think the realm will evolve successful when half of us are held back?" Aella questioned with a tight-lipped smile, when Harry frowned in confusion.

   "Held back?"

   "In order to for us all to evolve, we must all have equal opportunities to do so. Now, how can we evolve when women, negros, and foreigners are inferior to the those who have cocks and white skin?"

  Harry swallowed thickly at Aella's blunt and crass words, seeing truth in them and feeling slight embarrassment. He could see where Reina learnt it all.

   "Reina's ideals, my ideals...they make sense because it is common sense. We believe our way of thinking will help us all strive as humans, evolve," Aella explained, while Harry listened attentively with a deep frown on his face. "Isn't that what you want to happen when you rule the realm?"

   "It is," Harry murmured quietly, gaze averted.  "I-I'm learning, Aella: from Reina. Even though a large part of me wants to challenge her ideals, the other part of me wants to learn from her. I've learnt to be more accepting of foreigners and Negros, which is something; I've learnt to do the opposite of from my parents. I've a lot to learn from her."

   "Indeed you do, but you must be willing," Aella murmured with pursed lips. "Reina has the same goals as you do for when she becomes Queen-now why did you make that face?"

   "What face?" Harry acted innocent and panicked on the inside. "I-I've just been taught that Queens don't exactly rule."

    "And what do they do? According to you parents?" Aella demanded with a cross expression. "Sit beside the King and look pretty? Obey their every wish and spread their legs whenever the King demands?"

   "When you put it like that..." Harry trailed off, not wanting to admit that that's what his parents implied.

   "You should know that Reina intends to rule Caunwaiton with you, Harry. You will need her," Aella told him firmly, making him frown.

   "I do not need her-"

   "A king cannot be a king without the strength of his queen," Aella retorted, dark brown eyes gazing at him intently. "The duties of a king will drive you insane, but not if you have your queen by your side, helping you. She will keep you sane. The two of you together can conquer the realm and help it evolve."

   "You...are right," Harry sighed heavily, pushing his curls behind his ear. He admitted it even though he still struggled to accept it. "You are right about everything."

   "Of course I am, darling. I am older and much more wiser than you," Aella smugly, making Harry chuckle a little.

   "Indeed, Aella. You are probably the most respected woman in the entirety of Caunwaiton," Harry said honestly.

   "Precisely, which is why you should listen to me when I say you should be more accepting of Reina," Aella told him strictly. "My granddaughter cares for you deeply, I can see it in her eyes. Honestly speaking, I hear it too since the two of you are extremely loud-"

   "Lady Aella!" Harry stammered with a wide-eyed look on his face, cheeks flushing profusely.

   "Oh I am only joking, Harold," Aella cackled loudly, clutching her tummy, beady eyes scrunching up. "I sleep in a whole other tower, silly lion. I cannot hear you with my half-deaf ears."

   "Thanks the gods above," Harry breathed, unable to control the crimson flush of his cheeks.

   "But yes, anyways, she even talks of you ever so fondly. You've truly got her spell-bound by your charm and beauty."

   "I've gotten her spell-bound?" Harry almost laughed. "I believe it's the opposite, m'lady. Reina has me enthralled by her striking beauty and fiery personality from the day she walked into my life."

   "How endearing," Aella smiled warmly, even though she worried on the inside about whether Harry would stay like this even after he finds out that Reina was not a virgin. "I must say I am truly happy your relationship with her has transformed into something so innocent and beautiful. Arranged marriages aren't always so successful in terms of love between the partners, only in terms of politics."

   "I am happy too," Harry admitted with a smile. "I am glad we had this talk, Aella. I promise to be more accepting of Reina's ideals, and work to change mine too."

   "I am happy to hear that, dear," Aella told him, patting his hand with a warm smile.

   "Now where is that damned honey cake?"

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   "Harry, love, help me pick out a dress for the feast tonight."

  Harry smiled and nodded in response to his wife's request, setting his sword down, leaning it against the bed and taking his fur coat off. His gaze landed upon an outfit that looked like it was made for him. His hand reached out to touch the jacket that was laid out on the bed, green eyes running over the fine, golden embroidery that was embedded on the dark, obsidian-black material. The gold detailing was so rich in color; it sparkled in the sunlight that shone through the windows, trailing down the front, solely along the opening of the jacket, up and around the collar.

  Reina came up behind him, slinging her arms around his waist and hugging him from the back, pressing an affectionate kiss to his cheek. He smiled warmly at the gesture, his other hand moving to touch her arm as he continued to study the jacket fondly.

   "Is this for me?" Harry asked with a grin, turning to look at her.

   "Yes, I had it made for the feast," she told him, as he turned to face her, hands holding her hips. "I know it doesn't contain your usual colors of crimson and gold, but seeing you wearing black recently has me feeling some type of way," she said with a smirk, trailing a finger down his chest.

   "I must say I've grown accustomed to wearing black," Harry murmured lowly, wrapping his arms firmly around her torso, brushing his nose against hers. "Thank you, my love. I adore it."

   "Truly?" Reina smiled delightfully, reaching up to peck his lips.

   "I'll be the finest-looking man tonight, all because of you," he mumbled while kissing her back, squeezing her hips lightly. "Let's find you a dress."

   "Alright," Reina said after she pulled away from his lips, grabbing his hand and tugging him around the bed to the other side where she had her dresses laid out.

  She began rambling and gesturing towards the three dresses that were laid out in front of them, while Harry quickly moved behind her back to retrieve the dress he had made for her. A giddy smile grew on his lips as he held the delicate material in his hands, quickly making it back to his position behind her just as she finished rambling. 

   "Those would all look quite spectacular on you, my darling," Harry said as he held the dress behind her back when she turned around. "But I believe this one would most certainly make your beauty dazzle tonight."

  Reina's frown disappeared when Harry revealed the dress to her, making her lips part in surprise especially when he held up the dress, allowing the gorgeous, white material tumble to the floor. The gown was a gray-white that dazzled ever so beautifully due to the many tiny diamonds that was sewn onto the material. Reina stepped forwards with her lips still parted, hands reaching out to touch the delicate material, feeling it slid smoothly along her palms as she held the lower part of it in her hands.

   "I had this made for you because I ruined that red dress my mother gave you," Harry grinned sheepishly, pleased with her reaction because she was clearly surprised and in awe.

   "Harry, that is so kind of you," she finally spoke, a shy grin drawling on her lips as she locked gazes with him. "This is beautiful, I love it!"

  Her hand touched his cheek as she reached up to kiss him firmly, soft lips molding over his perfect, pink ones. When she tried to break the kiss to speak again, Harry pressed his lips firmer against hers, not wanting the making out to end. Reina smiled in amusement against his lips, gently taking the dress from his hands and blindly setting it down carefully on the bed behind her. Her hands returned to cradle his cheeks, tongue slipping between his lips and dancing with his own.

  Harry backed her up against the wall near the window and dressing table, hands slipping down to grab her ass through her dress. Her soft hands slipped down from his face, touching his chest and fisting his black-ruffled shirt, as she got lost in the addictive feeling of kissing his lips. Harry rolled his tongue against hers heavily, unable to control himself when he pulled up her dress with his hands, desperate to feel the soft, thick flesh of her ass in the palms of his hands. Reina moaned into the kiss softly when his hands found her ass, squeezing the flesh firmly with both of his hands on either cheek.

   "Reina," Harry uttered with a deep groan that rumbled in his chest, muffled by the kiss. "I want you, now."

   "We have lunch with our family in a few minutes," Reina breathed against his lips when they pulled away for a breath of air. "As much as I'd like you to take me right here against this wall, I do not want to be late for lunch."

   "I am sure your family won't mind you being a few minutes late for lunch," Harry grumbled as he laid light, wet kisses across her cheek and neck.

   "They will presume that we are fucking, and that is embarrassing."

   "So? They should understand the importance of the future King and Queen consummating," Harry responded, trying to tempt her more with wet, open-mouthed kisses. "C'mon, little dragon, I know you want me to be inside of you."

   "I do, my Prince, so badly," Reina murmured softly with raw need and lust in her voice, making Harry's cock twitch in his pants. It had been almost two weeks since they've last had sex, and they were horny and restless, desperate for each other.

   "But I promise you, tonight I am all yours."

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  The feasts at Vardomos were much more lively compared to those in Siremeth. It was the people who made the feast so enjoyable. They were high-spirited, full of energy and joy once tipsy. Harry found himself truly enjoying himself throughout the night, sipping blackberry wine, and stuffing himself with the best roast venison while dancing the night away with his beautiful wife.

  Everyone was somewhat intrigued to see the future King of Caunwaiton, although they were slightly bitter about the fact that he was the son of Desmond Styles: the man who beheaded Ronan Rahraenos. But once they saw the devilishly handsome prince with the bright-eyed, dragon princess, dancing together in each other's arms while gazing at each other adoringly. It was enough to melt the bitterness in their hearts. They couldn't be upset or bitter with the prince when it wasn't him who started the war, nor killed the Dragon Lord of Vardomos.

   "Reina, your husband is quite the talker," Nira said to Reina with a chuckle, as they gazed at Harry who was stood with a group of nobles, and Reyes, rambling.

   "Indeed he is," Reina murmured, smirking against the rim of her glass of wine. "I can think of better things he can use that mouth for."

   "Gosh you are so crass when you're drunk," Nira commented with snort, making Reina burst into a fit of giggles, clutching her stomach.

   "I've had too much wine to drink," Reina sighed blissfully, lifting her glass up to down it.

  Reina was very carefree tonight, drunk and joyous because for the first time in a very long time she felt happy. She had her family and friends with her, and Harry; all people she cared and loved deeply. She was just having the most amazing time at the feast so she didn't see why she couldn't get drunk for fun, since she hasn't done it in a while. But whenever Reina got drunk, she oftentimes forget how waster she could get and how her tendency to make stupid mistakes would increase.

   "I want to take him to the rock pool tonight," Reina said lowly when she made eye contact with him, smiling sweetly at her husband.

   "That'll be very...steamy," Nira responded before meeting Reina's gaze and chuckling a little. "Shall I get the horses ready with a change of clothes?"

   "That would be ideal, yes please," Reina nodded with a smile before Nira left.

  Reina saw Harry excusing himself from the group of nobles, heading over to her. She took a moment to admire how good he looked tonight. His black jacket with golden embroidery made him look devilishly alluring, along with his striking features; sharp cheekbones, gleaming pale eyes, dark plump lips and his luscious curls that reached the tops of his shoulders. Every man envied him, every woman desired him; but he only belonged to one person in the entire room and that was Reina.

   "Little dragon," Harry greeted her with a smirk, hands reaching to hold her hips as she grinned widely. "What's got you giggling like a little girl?"

   "Just a little tipsy is all," she giggled in response, the sound of her laugh making Harry chuckle a little.

   "A little?" Harry arched a brow at her in questioning. He first noticed how drunk she was when he saw her dancing on the dance floor, spinning around with her dress clutched by her hands. He loved how happy and carefree she looked while doing so.

   "But not enough to lose sense of what I'm doing," she defended herself, baby pink lips pouting adorably at him, making his heart melt.

   "I'll take your word for it," Harry grinned at her adoringly, hand reaching up to tuck a strand of her ebony locks behind her ear. "After all, I'll need to be in control for later tonight."

   "Oh yes," she remembered with a smirk, biting her lip at the sultry tone he used when he spoke his words. "About that, I have a special place I want to show you."

   "Is it The Dragon's Den again?" Harry joked, making Reina roll her eyes at him, smacking his chest lightly.

   "No, this is even more special," she told him firmly. "It involves stripping."

   "It does?" Harry's eyes brightened and smirk grew on his pink, heart-shaped lips. "I'm looking forward to seeing this special place."

   "I will meet you near the front doors of the castle in about fifteen minutes or so, okay?" Reina told him, making him nod with a smile.

   "Fifteen minutes," he repeated, making her smile and nod before reaching up to peck his lips sweetly before she pulled away to leave.

  "Until then, my prince."

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❈ lol hella lame chapter I know but I wanted Aella to come back soOO I promise the next chapter omfg y'all gon nut.

❈ but ya do y'all see the references to modern society when Aella talks about her "ideals"

I love doing shiz like that it's gr8 social commentary is gr8.

Until we meet again...

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