Villain, Let Me Touch You!

Donald led us to the second floor, to a place marked “Private Room.”

“Um…”

Donald, unable to find the right title to address me, trailed off.

“Rienna Harris, His Royal Highness’s personal physician.”

After introducing myself, I held out my hand.

“Miss Harris, indeed. I’ve heard of you. Quite renowned, they say.”

As I responded kindly, Donald’s expression relaxed at last. He reached out to shake my hand with a relieved look on his face.

But his hand was intercepted by a fan.

And not just any fan, but Demyr’s fan.

As Donald blinked, Demyr frowned. Demyr folded the fan and tapped Donald’s palm with it.

“This is the woman who will be the Crown Prince’s companion. Behave accordingly. And bring her clothing that befits her station.”

“Well, is it so? I have been rude, Miss Harris. No, Lady Harris.”

Donald immediately bowed deeply. I’d never been greeted with such an extreme greeting from a celebrity before, and my cheeks tingled with embarrassment.

Noticing my discomfort, Demyr poked my forearm firmly with the tip of her fan.

“Get used to it,” she said. “Both the greetings and the prices.”

Donald gestured to a servant, indicating to quickly fetch dresses and jewelry. Soon, the employees seen on the first floor rushed in like ants with dresses in hand.

“If I may speak about this dress, it’s made of the finest silk and woven by master craftsmen…”

“No need for explanations. Just tell me the price. How much?”

“Because we use only the finest fabric and materials, and all the best—”

“And the price?”

Demyr interrupted like she didn’t want to hear Donald’s explanation.

Donald grinned and spread his palms wide, gesturing with all ten fingers.

“10 thousand?” asked Demyr.

Donald shook his head. Then he tapped the air three times with his outstretched palm.

“10 million. Very well. Let’s go with that.”

Ten million? I gasped. Demyr shielded my gaping mouth with her fan. Our eyes met over the fan. She let out a small chuckle.

For the first time, I felt defeated by Demyr. I lost, sister—no, mother, I lost.

“Bring me the most expensive thing here.”

I never expected to hear those words from a mother-in-law instead of a lover. And not just any mother-in-law, but the stepmother who tormented my would-be husband.

But can I call Demyr my mother-in-law? Can I even call Helios my husband? I didn’t really know at this point. I was just thinking to myself.

And there it was, the dress priced at ten million, right in front of me!

“Your Majesty…”

I cautiously called out to her, covering my mouth with my hand.

“Feeling overwhelmed?”

I rolled my eyes and started thinking. It was a jaw-droppingly expensive dress, to be honest, but it shouldn’t be too much for Demyr.

So, there was no need to refuse, right?

“Not at all, thank you. I’ll wear it, it’s very pretty.”

“You may not earn money, but you certainly know how to spend it.”

Demyr looked at me with approval as I accepted the dress without argument.

Well, I definitely don’t have as much money as a queen, so I guess I don’t have as good an eye for expensive things.

“You have excellent taste.” Donald didn’t miss my interest.

“Anything else you’d recommend besides this dress?” asked Demyr.

Donald and Demyr engaged in earnest conversation.

“The hats and gloves that match the dress are also ready. But unfortunately, all the popular items from yesterday are sold out.”

“Is that so? That’s a shame. Let’s focus on the dress for now. As for the gloves, things like hats can be found separately at the general store.”

“No need for that. Fortunately, new items will arrive tomorrow. I’ll personally make sure they complement the dress perfectly and include them with the delivery.”

“If you personally handle the adjustments to the dress, that would be better. What do you think, Rienna?”

“I think Her Majesty is right,” I replied promptly.

“Very wise of you.”

Donald grinned at me and clapped his hands. Then the employees suddenly showed up and took my clothes off. In a matter of moments, I was in a slip, thanks to their nimble hands that peeled off my clothes like a chocolate wrapper.

“Hmmm.”

Demyr scanned me up and down as I stood there almost naked.