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.
Just for her finger.
"Face me."
Raziah turned around to look at him standing there. Her eyes weren't exactly on his face so this time she noticed the set of clothes he was putting on. It looked like he had also rushed to wear his clothes because they looked a little squeezed, and the colors don't match each other. A simple shirt and pants and his hair was looking a little wet.
"It's ten minutes to midnight." He said again, making her almost freeze. Does he plans to take her back and continue from where he stopped? They stared at each other for a short while, before he took her hands in his. Her good hand was what he held in his, and she noticed there was this strange look in his eyes.