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.
Her salvation.
Where...where on earth...where around the universe did he find someone like her? His knees buckled, and he fell to his knees like there wasn't an ounce of strength left in him. She followed him, cleaning his uncontrollable tears til he settled his head into her neck again.
Even though she was drunk, even though she might become sober in the next hour and tell him she didn't mean any of it, even though...
He would not believe her. The raw sincerity he had seen in her eyes had convinced him her words were straight from the heart.
"Crybaby..." She smiled heartily.
"It's because of what you said." He replied, his cheeks a little red.
"Now that's what I like to see," She winked at her achievement, and they stood back up to their feet again.