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.
Disobedient Wife.
Aragon couldn't help but notice how her actions had changed. Raziah was truly one hell of a woman to have the audacity to do this to him, in his palace and kingdom. His wife was surely a tough one to handle, and her actions had always been difficult to predict. Apart from the cold she emitted, her spicy scent had filled up the bathroom and turned out to be one of the vital things that were keeping him sane, and he needed to keep staying as sane as someone like him can be.
Aragon's fists clenched under the water as she stared at her.
He was already in his piss-off mode, and she was pissing him off even more. Was she really trying to annoy him by doing this so obviously?