Her Rebellion

Once The State Lunch was over, Rainier dragged Gwen into another empty sitting room and demanded to know what did she talk about with Harry Whitfield.

"It's just small talk! Why are you so crazy???" she yelled, pulling her hand off his grasp.

He wouldn't let go.

"You're lying! I know you! You're saying more than small talk!"

"YOU DON'T KNOW ME!!!"

"I do! What did you say to him? Did you ask him to help you escape, Gwen Hamilton?"

She desperately tried to hide her shock. How did he know?

"You're hallucinating!"

He walked to her until they were standing really, really close.

"I'm a king, Gwen. I've met people all my life. And I've watched you for a long time. I know when people lie, and you, you're a bad liar. Did you, or did you not ask him to help him run away from me???"

"I DID NOT!!!"

His hands flew to her throat. He's holding her neck, not strangling it, but he's threatening enough.

"Listen to me. If you dare leave me, I'm going to kill Harry Whitfield and his entire. Family. Members."

Her eyes widened in terror and disgust.

"You can't and won't leave me. Because if you do, I'll really be a demon. I'll kill people until you return to me!"

The way he spoke made her terrified. She's a detective, a policewoman. She knew how to paralyze people using weapons and taekwondo. But Rainier taught him how to fear. Her body felt cold and she felt a sinking feeling deep in her stomach.

She refused to admit that she asked Harry Whitfield to help her escape, yet she had no doubt that he'd do what he threatened. Rainier Hansen was not a man of empty words.

He's not being cold and collected either. He was furious and so jealous, and she could see it.

"You have no right to do this to me, Rainier!"

"Oh, yes, I do! You're made for me, and you're my queen! I'm not letting you leave me even for a day!!!"

"I hate you!"

"I don't care!" he deadpanned. "Don't ever speak to him again, or there will be consequences, Gwen, and it won't be pretty!!!"

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Gwen was grateful he had a meeting with his ministers after lunch, and they would only see each other again at the gala dinner.

After she finished wiping her makeup and showering, she already had to prepare again to dress up for the gala dinner.

When she saw her gown that was prepared for the event, her anger flared up again.

"He thinks he owns me. He thinks I'm his. I'm going to teach that devil a lesson!"

"I'm not going to wear this one," Gwen said, entering the spacious wardrobe and asking "What's the most revealing dress I have?"

The three stylists and Sally were quiet.

Jill, the Head Stylist, replied, "Please just wear the blue gown, Ma'am, because His Majesty will wear a shirt with the same color."

Gwen ignored her and began inspecting all the shelves for gowns, something she had never done before. The wardrobe was basically as big as his bedroom, with rows and rows of shelves.

Something that was entirely not queenly. Something that would make his wrath explode.

She saw the end of something red. Red. Queens never wear red much.

She stood on her toe to take the gown off its hanger.

Jill's eyes widened.

"No, Ma'am, please, not that one!!!"

She inspected the gown and frowned. "Why would I have something like this???"

The red gown was from velvet. It was strapless and with a plunging V-neckline. Just from seeing it Gwen knew it would be like wearing a second skin, or wearing nothing.

"The king said it's not for events, Ma'am. It's for private occasions."

"What kind of private occasion???"

And then it dawned on her. Private occasions. Sex. Of course. Why didn't she even think about it?

"That sick pervert!!!" she cursed, before going to the bathroom and wearing the gown.

My body is mine, she thought, gritting her teeth.

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There's an instant wish to cover herself when she saw herself in the mirror.

The gown made her feel like she wasn't wearing anything at all.

When she left the bathroom, Jill and the other stylist said mostly the same thing. "He's going to kill us and our whole family."

"I'll ask him not to" she promised.

"Would your words win against his wrath, Ma'am?" Jill asked skeptically.

"Ma'am, this is not wise!" Sally reprimanded.

"Don't, Sally. He does whatever he likes. He's too much today, and I'm teaching him a lesson. My body is mine, I can do whatever I want with it."

"But you're not someone ordinary, Ma'am. You're our queen!"

She wanted to retaliate on that but checked herself. She shouldn't let it out on Sally. It's Rainier who should get all her anger.

"Whatever it is you girls need to add, I won't change this dress."

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She made sure she appeared right before the gala dinner started, so he wouldn't have the time to make her change. She was definite he wouldn't cause a scene, not with the Prince of Jarmania and Vice President of Circaria in attendance.

They both had to appear at the gala together through the main doors, behind the Vice President and the Prince, with their spouses respectively.

Gwen walked down the grand staircase as if she had dressed like this all her life. Of course, she was faking the confidence, but it was fine, she could do it, just for a little revenge.

Everyone was shocked to see the queen dressed that way. The gown hugged her body so tightly, it left little to the imagination of how her body was really shaped.

Her shoulders were bare and the plunging V-neckline invited everyone to stare at that point. The vice president, the prince, their wives, and all the guards around them were all staring at the queen of Galsbourg and her scandalous gown.

Gwen didn't enjoy the stares, but the look on Rainier's face was worth it. He looked so furious, his eyes were wild with anger and his jaw tightened. Gwen looked him straight in the eyes, silently saying "This is how I fight against you!"

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He's so angry he felt himself shaking with it. What was she doing, standing there in such a revealing gown that left nothing to the imagination of how she looked like when she was naked?

The bare shoulders, the plunging neckline, her curves, and her butt were all too obvious beneath that tight, red velvet gown. Not to mention the high slit that showed half of her thigh.

All the things that were only his to see.

She appeared a few minutes before 7 P.M., so he didn't have the chance to order her to change.

After the MC announced, they all entered the grand dining room together, with the Prince of Jarmania and the Vice president of Circaria, his ministers, and their spouses.

"Have you lost your mind?" he asked in a low tone as they marched together after the MC said "The King and Queen of Galsbourg."

"Just trying to mentally kill you," she dared to reply.

Oh, she knew, there would be hell to pay later when everything was said and done. However, at least during the gala dinner, she could sow all the satisfaction she could get from doing something he hated the most.

Flaunting herself.

Inside the dining room, she could see three long dining tables set for the ministers and them.

There was a hushed silence as they entered, no doubt they were all shocked beyond belief seeing the queen's gown.

No other women in the room wore red. They were all wearing gowns of neutral colors.

She saw that Rainier made no more pretense of sitting at the different ends of the table. Sally led her to sit on his left, beside the Vice President and in front of the Prince of Jarmania.

Rainier wondered whether it was an idiotic reason to start a war because your royal guests stared too long at your woman's chest.

She smiled at something the vice president said, and he cursed inside. It would be a long and excruciatingly torturous royal dinner.

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