His Majesty's Bride.
{Warning; Mature Content} **She was ice. He was fire. And none of them were willing to melt, or quench the other.** Princess Raziah Octavius, the strange and curious princess had only two things in mind. One; To be alone. Two; Take revenge on the person responsible for her nightmares that unfaithful night. On the night of her introduction, she comes across a unique devil dressed as a prince, and she immediately agrees to get married to him just to get the frustrating night over with. Whisked away to his kingdom, she finds out just how unique his Majesty is with all the mystery around him. But no matter what happens, and how much this devious devil tries to burn her with his touch and gaze, he can never melt her frozen heart. ...Or so she thought.
Backfire.
Theon had to muster this massive amount of courage he himself didn't know he have. He had to pull his thoughts back and into control, and settle his inner self so he could at least feel like he was still in his own body. He's never met anyone whose gaze could make him think twice about when and how to take his next breath, and whose presence was almost making him fall on his knees.
So this was Raziah's husband. Similar...yet different in so many ways.
"Pardon? What do you mean?" Prince Theon inquired, looking all innocent like he couldn't comprehend what the question thrown at him was all about.