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.
Into the Enemy's lair.
"They left already, I'll take us there myself," Declared Acacia as she strode out of the palace, beside her stood Raziah with that still same blatant impassive look on her face. Though her dress was a bit different this time because she had been provided with the right silver armor for battle, covering her inner clothing. The only part of her body exposed was her lower thighs, and her shoes were also made of armor. The headpiece was already over her head, with the visor thrown up so she could see properly...for now.
Her sword laid inside its sheath, held in her right hand as she stared out in front of them, wondering how they were gonna get there. Not sighting any means of transportation, Raziah shifted her gaze back at Acacia with a slight crease of her brows, and just as she was about to open her mouth...