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.
In Front of a Large Crowd.
A trumpet was blown, and everyone sitting pulled up to their feet to welcome the couple. There were all surprised at the unexpected news that came from the announcement because majority of them had been thinking Raziah was just his whore, and so the word ' Bride ' now had most of the gathering gaping. But there was no one present who was more stunned that the bride herself.
The second the words had left the announcer's lips, she thought maybe he had made a big mistake due to his excitement, but when she had stared at her husband, waiting for him to do something as they walked down to the throne waiting for them at the end of the royal walk, that was when it had made one hell of a sense.