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.
Live for you.
Aragon was left speechless.
He had taught her about that during their first week of marriage and always used it to shut her up. She found out that she easily gets flustered whenever he came close to her like she was afraid he was gonna melt her down to a poodle. And yet, here she was using it against him...and there couldn't have been a more appropriate and perfect time for it, right after their first kiss. Their real first kiss.
Her lips stretched more into one of those smirks he usually gave her, and Raziah's heart soar delightfully like she's been dying to do it to him all her life, and this day would be effectively recorded inside her head.
"What? Something's got your tongue?" She arched a brow proudly, before following up to shake her head slightly as the smirk then disappeared from her face. Her breathing had gotten steady again, and now that her body was listening to her, she could only think of finding a way to escape.